Trapped [H.S]

Chapter 17: THIS IS SPARTAAAAA

Chapter 17: THIS IS SPARTAAAAA

Jennifer’s POV

A gasp left my lips when I saw his eyes, he looked hurt, angry and shocked. His eyes burning into mine, never leaving. “Uh, Harry?” He look down at me and frowns.

“What’s wrong?” he asks with a worried expression.

“I, uh, I need to freshen up first... you wait downstairs, I’ll be there in a few minutes.” I say and he puts me down on my feet.

“You need help brushing? Taking a shower? I don’t know...” he says wiggling his left eyebrow.

“No, I don’t” I say laughing and push him away. “I’ll be downstairs.” He says and kisses my forehead before leaving.

I enter the bedroom and lock the door behind me. “Getting comfy, are we?” Noah says laughing but his eyes remain stern, like he’s trying to hide his emotions.

“We? No. Me and Harry? Yes.” I joke and chuckle waiting for him to laugh along, but he doesn’t. Instead his jaws tighten and his fists clench. “Noah? Are you alright?” I ask worried. I take a hesitant step towards him and hold my hand out to place it on his shoulder. Before I could even touch him, he grasps my hand mid-way and pushes me back. “What the hell?” I half yell.

“Just so I remind you, I’m not your buddy or anything. I want you to get me the Black Crystal as soon as possible, you understand?” He says raising his voice as each word leaves his mouth. I look into his black emotionless eyes and nod, terrified of what he might do.    

***

“What took you so long?” Harry asks smiling at me. He’s wearing a chef’s hat and an apron, holding a spatula in his hand.

I laugh at his appearance and his eyebrows knit together in confusion, “What?” he asks straightening his apron. “Harry, why are you wearing an apron?” I ask wiping the tear that escaped my eye while laughing.

“Because today I’m not just Harry, I’m Chef Harry. So what would you like to eat, Madame?” he says grinning like an idiot. I can’t take this anymore, this is too funny. I laugh on his face and keep laughing. I laugh more when I hear him laughing with me. “But no seriously, what do you want to eat?” he asks seriously.

“I’d like a Chef’s special.” I tell him.

His face suddenly becomes nervous, “Uh, okay, I guess?” he turn around and opens the fridge door.

***

15 minutes, yes that’s right. He’s been looking into the fridge for 15 minutes. He removes a few ingredients and then shakes his head and puts them back inside. “Uh, eggs? No.” And that’s the fourth time he has put eggs back in.

I am currently sitting on the counter, staring at the back of Harry’s head. “Seriously, Harry? A snail probably works faster than you.” I say with a sigh.

“Shh, I’m thinking.” He says and turns his head to me and continues, “And snails don’t work.” He turns his head back to the fridge and continues whatever he is doing. I get off of the counter and walk around the kitchen and then, I come across something, something that makes me smirk like a evil genius. The flour jar.

I pick it up and open the lid without making any noise. I put my hand inside the jar and grab a hold of a fist full of flour. Hon, this gon be good. I nod my head agreeing with my inner thoughts.

“HARRY!” I scream on top of my voice. His head turns quickly and he wears a panicked expression, “What happened?” he says worried. I smirk and scream again, “THIS IS SPARTAAAAAA” and with that I throw a fist full of flour on him. he stands there startled for a second before he grabs two eggs from the fridge and throws one at me. I dodge it and un to the other side of the counter. “That’s all you got? Aim better, my mate.” And an egg comes flying towards my face, and before I could run the egg hits my head and the yolk comes dripping down my nose. I narrow my eyes and clench my fists.

“How’s that for an aim, my mate?” he mocks me, smirking. “You better run, mister.” I say and pick up the Hershey’s chocolate syrup bottle next to me.

“Shit.” He breaths. “Jenny, keep that bottle down.” He says holding both his hands out. I smirk and put a hand on my hip and hold the bottle in the other hand, I walk slowly towards him and he takes a few steps back. I open the lid of the bottle and smirk but before I could squeeze the chocolate all over him, something red hits me. Ketchup. “YOU!” I scream and squeeze the bottle. He’s spraying ketchup on my and I’m spraying chocolate syrup on him.

“What the-?” there comes another voice and both of us drop our bottles. “Seriously, Alpha?” Alec says but before Harry could explain he continues, “And who do you think will clean up this mess?”

For a second Harry’s eyes go hard but then they soften and he looks down like a five year old who just got busted. I laugh at him and both of them turn to face me. “What do you mean by who, Alec? Of course you will.” I say and walk out of the kitchen, patting Alec’s back.

Before I went too far I heard him say, “If she wasn’t your mate, she would be dead by now.” And then I hear a growl, that probably came from Harry.

“Jennifer! Honey! Where are you?” I hear a very familiar voice and when I realize who’s voice it is I run towards the voice and when I reach the living room, I see them standing there with presents in their hands, smiling at me.

“Mom! Dad!” i run towards them and smash my mom into a big hug. I quickly pull away as realizing I’m still covered in egg and ketchup. “I- I’m sorry.” I try to clean my mom’s tunic with my hand but it only gets more messy.

“It’s okay, baby. Happy birthday.” She says and kisses both my cheeks.

“Hey, kiddo” my dad says shuffling my hair with him huge hands. “Happy birthday, This.... is for you.” he hands me a big box and a small package. I know what’s in the small package though, he gives me his debit card for a day every year. I shop the whole day using his debit card and then return it to him the next day. “Thanks dad.” I say smiling.

“You know, I’d hug you, but I don’t want my suit to get all messy... I have a conference to attend, which is in about an hour.” I says rubbing the back of his neck with his hand.

“It’s okay, dad. I understand.” I say smiling widely at him.

We sit and talk about everything, they ask question about how Harry is treating me and if there is any need to for my dad to come to Harry with a gun, I laugh it off and tell them how nice he actually is and that I have started developing mild feelings for him too which makes me blush like an idiot. Then dad checks his watch and looks at my mother.

“We’ve got to go, they’ll be there any second.” Both my parents get up from their seats and we bid our goodbyes and they leave.

Now I should probably go clean up, because I stink. Raw egg and ketchup is not a really good combination.