Read Between The Lines

!Caught!

Harry and I are sitting downstairs in the basement playing poker.

He tried to teach me how to play some game called President but I just couldn't get it.

It's been a week since I saw the kitchen and honestly, I want to go up there again. Harry's kitchen is so big; bigger than my entire dorm room that I used to live in.

I want to ask Harry if he can take me up there again but I haven't found the right time to do so. He seems like he's in a good mood so I might ask sooner, rather than later just in case.

He's been doing really well with controlling his anger but I still wouldn't risk to push his buttons more than I have before.

"I bet two hundred dollars," his voice says breaking me out of my thoughts that cloud my mind daily.

I'm losing miserably and to be honest, I have no idea how to play. Harry keeps betting money and I have no idea why, I just nod my head and drop whatever card I think is right.

"I win," he finally says, making me thank the Lord that this long ass game is over.

"Want to play again?" he asks curiously.

"NO," I shout louder than I was supposed to, causing him to look at me weirdly.

"Okayyyy," he says drawing out the Y longer than expected.

"What do you want to do now?" he asks getting out of his chair and coming towards me; pulling me off of my chair and setting me down on his lap.

A crimson red blush appears on my cheeks, along with a grin.

"Can we go upstairs again?" I ask running my hand through his long locks while he moans in satisfaction, letting me know that he likes it.

"Sure," he says with a grin; a dimple appearing on the side of his face.

I jump for joy, although I really shouldn't have.

I hit my knee on the table as I jumped causing pain to erupt in the area, and Harry's laughter filling the room.

***

PAM'S P.O.V

Chaos will be arriving at my house in a bit, and dinner still isn't ready.

I decided on making Fettuccine Alfredo but so far, it isn't coming together. The pasta is stale and there isn't enough cream for the sauce.

Fuck it, I can't serve this.

I throw everything in the trash, including the nasty ass pasta.

I grab two bagels and shove them in the toaster.

We're having bagels with plain cream cheese for dinner.

The doorbell rings shortly after.

I run quickly to get the door. When I open the door I am greeted with a huge smile and a kiss on the cheek from Chaos.

"You look nice," he compliments.

I blush and thank him, leading him to the kitchen quietly.

Chaos sits down while I prepare putting cream cheese on the bagels. I finish up quickly and serve the man who awaits me.

"Bagels?" he asks furrowing his eyebrows weirdly.

"Yeah?" I say in more so a form of a question.

"Who has bagels for dinner?" he asks rather rudely.

"I tried making pasta but it didn't turn out well, I can try and order pi-" my words were cut of by a finger pressed up against my lips tightly.

I look up and notice that it's Chaos's finger, but I wonder how he got this close to me without me hearing any sound of movement.