My Assassin

Chapter 12

Chapter 12

After I was finished Harry got a tissue and gently wiped the whipped cream of my face, I looked down blushing.

"Why are you embarrassed now?" he asked as he scraped the last bit of cream that was on my face.

"Because, I ate like a pig."

He laughed.

After the laughing died down, silence took the atmosphere. That is, until a question popped into mind.

"Harry do you have any games we could play?" I asked.

His face lit up as soon as he thought of something. He walked out the kitchen and came back, in less than a minute, with a box in his hands. He pushed the empty plates away and placed the finely waxed wooden box in front of me.

"Chess?" I questioned raising my eyebrow in surprise.

Was he actually serious?

For an assassin he's not very obsessed with his job. I expected him to get something like Cluedo, Battleships but Chess was practically the last thing I had in mind.

"Yes. Do you know how to play?"

I nodded smiling at him.

"I'm very good at this game," he said with a smug look plastered on his face.

"Well, I used to be in chess club," I bragged proudly.

"Fun," he muttered sarcastically.

"It was," I joined in, "Very."

"Black or White?" he asked.

"What are you normally?"

"Black."

"White."

He handed me the white pieces and left the black ones for himself. Once we'd arranged the pieces to be on the right spot, the game had begun.

I had to make the first move as I was white, so as always I randomly moved one of the front pieces. I expected Harry to do the same but instead he moved the horse. How odd. I've played chess with at least 30 different people and never have they moved the horse first.

I shrugged off the thought as I moved the same piece forwards again. I looked at Harry waiting for him to make his move, he looked so deep in thought. I really wished I knew what he was thinking, not because I wanted to cheat but because I wanted access to answers to questions that he would never answer.

I watched as his hand reached out and moved one of the front pieces. As soon as he did I made another move. I had a plan, you see, to take that horse of his, I swore to myself I'd capture it if it was the last move I made.

The game went on in silence for 5 minutes, there was no sound apart from the noise the piece makes when it came into contact with the board. After Harry made his move, I was about to move my piece to take his horse, at last, until he said words that made my mouth drop.

"Checkmate."

"W-what?!" I stuttered feeling dumbfounded as my eyes scanned the board for where he had his piece ready to pounce on my king.

I found the piece I was searching for, the knight, it was on diagonally 6 places away from my king and the worse thing was there was no escape. I couldn't move sideways or forwards because pieces were in the way. The only place the king could move was diagonal making it closer for the knight to take it.

I sighed knowing that there was no way out, that no matter what move I chose to take I would still lose. I moved my piece and replaced the black horse. At least I got his horse in the end. But now he has my king.

"How?!" I blurted demanding to hear an answer, "How did you win?"

He smirked, "I know you've been eyeing my horse since the beginning. You see I chose the horse in particular to attract your attention to leave you wondering 'Why the horse?' and that you did. So much that you failed to realize I was nearing your king. And that Chelsea, is how I won."

"Wow, I must say I am impressed," I admitted.

Just then his jean pocket started to vibrate. He sighed as he pulled it out and read the message on the screen.

"Listen, I've got to go," he mumbled.

"W-what? Where?"

"I have a job to do," he sighed as he got up and left the kitchen, I followed him all the way to his room.

"A-am I going too?" I asked hopefully, I didn't want to go but I definitely didn't want to be left alone.

"Too risky," he murmured, meanwhile he pulled out a duffle bag and started to shove all types of clothes in it.

"H-how long w-will you be gone?"

"I'll try my best to get it over and done with. Don't worry Chelsea, it won't be long," he said as he softly brushed his thumb over my cheek. His eyes were melting into mine, I bit my lip and looked down trying and failing to hide my blush.

"Embarrassed?" he chuckled, I nodded.

He zipped up the bag and started walking towards the front door.

"There's enough food to last you, there's some drinks at the storage closet if you want, and watch T.V, do whatever. But don't, you hear me? Don't leave this flat!" the last bit scared me, it was the Harry I didn't like...

I nodded still chewing my lip.

"If anyone knocks on the door- don't answer it," he paused as he closed his eyes, I knew he was going to mention something bad, "If they break in- kill them."

"B-break in? Who will break in Harry?" I asked frightened by the fact that he just handed me a loaded gun.

"It doesn't matter who Chelsea. Just kill them."

By now he had his shoes and coat on, his keys on his hands.

"H-Harry. I'm really scared," tears started to flow down my cheeks.

"Don't be scared. Be embarrassed but not scared," he gave me a small smile.

"Bye Harry."

"Bye Chelsea."

He walked out and close the door behind him.

I was alone once more...

A.N- Cute pic of Chelsea and Harry.