His Girl

chapter 14

Harper
I walked into the kitchen and couldnt help but laugh slightly at the sight I saw, there was pancake  batter spilled onto the counter, pots and pans were scattered and best of all James looked flustered. "Need any help sir" I ask watching him pour the mix into the pan. "Harper, you're here" he turns looking startled at my appearance. "Yeah, you said to come down once I was ready sir" I explain slightly nervous. "You shouldnt have to see this" he gestures to the mess he had made. "At least it's not blood" I mumble quietly to myself however I think he may have heard, although he didnt say anything he gave me a look. "Let me help sir" i say and go to the pan. I was quick to successfully cook the mixture and make pancakes for us, whilst I was doing this he had begun to chop fruit to go on top. Once plated the pancakes up he then added the fruit and we sat down and ate.
"You said you wasn't feeling to good" he stated.
"Yeah but I'm feeling much better today, sir" I reply although I was feeling better I was unsure how much better I felt.
"Do I need to be concerned" he asked.
Wait, what. Why would he be concerned.  Why would he care. I havent felt  this kind of feeling in years, the feeling of being cared for felt good. "No sir" I reply although he doesnt look convinced. "I will have a doctor come round just to make sure" he says. No, I hate doctors.  I cant tell him that though because he will ask why and I dont want a repeat of last time when I revealed my past. "Ok sir" I agree knowing it would be easier.
After eating we began cleaning up, I told him I would do it but he insisted on helping.
"Harper you have a bit of batter on you" he said
"Where sir" I ask feeling insecure.
"Right here" he said and wiped his finger across my face. I felt the sticky substance spread across my face and that's when I realized he had put the batter on my face and I never originally had any on. "You do to" I point out looking  at the spot on his shirt with batter on. "Not falling for it" he tells me between laughter. "On your shirt" I say causing him to look down. I take this as an opportunity to wipe some more batter on to him
He looked up at me shocked at what I had done. For a moment I regretted it but then he smiled and that smile turned into laughter. Soon after this a food fight started, we began to cover each other in whatever food we could find, both of us laughing at each other. This was truly one of the funniest moments I've ever had. I grab a egg from the basket making sure to hide it  and he grabs me. I was surprised at his actions and froze for a second. He placed me down on the counter, grabbed the flour and poured it on me. I could hear him laughing but I could barely see him. I wiped my face so I could see more clearly and decided to get revenge and I cracked the egg and poured it over him. The  gooie egg ran down his hair and across his face. He looked suprised and shocked then he began laughing and soon I joined. "We made more of a mess" he states as he moves in close. "Yeah i guess we did sir" i agree with him but this doesnt stop the look of disappointment. He backs away and looks around once again "we should get it cleaned up" he said. "Yeah, it was fun though, thank you" I say only realising my mistake afterwards.  I didnt address him however a smile grew on his face and he moves back towards me. "Let me help you down" he says and picks me up and stands me up. He looks at me and leans in. What is he doing. He was hesitant but eventually he kisses my forehead "thank you" he mumbles so quietly I'm unsure whether i was meant to hear it.
"Hope we're not interrupting anything "