7. Pasta with nutella

At dinner time, I head downstairs to the kitchen. The house is so silent that it’s as if I’m all alone. I wish nanny Sarah was here. I’m close to her even though she is quite strict. At least I would have someone to talk with.

Ignoring my thoughts, I enter the grand kitchen. I chuckle silently as I remember what happened here this morning. Eren is insane. Poor Mrs. Clara.

I go to the counter and take off the lid of the big bowl and the pleasing aroma of the boil pasta immediately comes to my sense. I take off the lid of the second container and see the accompanying chicken sauce. I smile. Mrs. Tina separated the pasta and the sauce. She knows me so well. 

As I turn to fetch a plate from the cupboard, I drive into a stonewall chest causing me to freak out and gasp. 

Eren.

Does he eat bricks or what?

I immediately step back and my eyes raise to look at his face, my back touching the counter. He has a small smirk playing on his lips as he knows he has just scared me. 

Nice, dude.

Seeing him makes my stomach flips upside down once more. He has a few pieces of hair falling on his flawless face, rending it more charming. Stop this Hayat!

Eren takes a glance at the lids and then looks back at me. “Shall I remove the nutella?” He asks, grinning.

My eyes grow wide. “How do you know that I eat pasta with nutella?!” I burst out, shocked.

A smile forms on his lips. “I remember.” 

Remember?

Seeing my confused expression, his smile widens. “You were five and I was eight, that’s why I remember things more than you.”

My face lits up as memories flash in my head. “Oh god, how can I forget.” I laugh. “You once even tasted my pasta with nutella and you liked it.”

He flinches in disgust. “I forgot how it tastes like.”

“Oh really?” I rest a hand on my hip. “I can make you remember it tonight.” I retort cunningly.

“Uh, I don’t think so.” He says hesitantly. “Thank you.”

I chuckle at his cowardness.

Afterwards, I serve us the pasta while Eren takes out the nutella and the drinks from the refrigerator. We sit face to face at the dining table and begin dressing our plate. It has been long since I didn't have dinner in the kitchen itself.

Eren gapes at me as if I’m some sort of alien as I throw a few spoons of nutella on my plain pasta and start eating.

“What?”

“Nothing.” He smiles and eats a fork of his pasta.

I look at him with a smirk. “Wanna remember the taste?” 

Eren stares at me for a few seconds, chewing his food. “I’m in.” He agrees confidently after he finishes and pulls my plate to him. He takes in a deep breath and grimaces before he puts a fork of the nutella pasta in his mouth.

He crunches his eyes as he chews the food, analysing its taste.

“Not bad.” He avows and swallows.

I was about to mock at him when my phone buzzes. I take it from the table and I almost jump in my chair when I see I received a message from Azure. I rapidly open the message, my mind already choosing the names for our future kids.

Azure: Will you be my partner to go to my friend’s ball? If yes, just be ready at eight. I will pick you up. ;)

Oh. My. Freaking. God!

I was on the point to scream out loud but I bite my lips to retain myself.

Me: Thanks for the invitation. I will accompany you. Okay, I will be ready at eight. ;)

As I send him the message, like a flash, I sprint to the stairs. Eren flinches in surprise.

“Where are yo—”

“Finish my plate!” I yell as I run up the stairs.

Thrilled, I speed in my room and slam the door shut. “I have a date! I have date!” I begin dancing around, even jumping on the bed. After calming down my excitation, I finally start to dress up. 

I start by putting on some light makeup and curl the end on my hair into fat ringlets which are falling on my stomach. Since it’s a ball, I choose a quite elegant dress. It's a sleeveless blush pink coloured dress which takes in my curving waist and the front reaches just above my knees while the back flows down my tanned legs. The dress has a v-neck, cut down till just above the beginning on my cleavage. It fully displays my neck so I put on my blush-coloured heart locket. After I finish, I smile at my reflection in the mirror. I did it!

I check the clock and see it’s nearly eight. I quickly put on my matching ankle strap sandals heels, grab my purse and rush downstairs.

I feel like a princess while walking down the stairs tonight. I just wish to have my prince waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs. As I say so, Eren appears in the salon, talking on his phone.

“I don’t know for how long, man.” I hear him whispers, sighing tiredly.

What is he talking about again?

His eyes widen a little as his gaze lands on me and he intakes a deep breath. My thigh are squeezed together at his reaction. 

“I-I-I will call you back later.” He says quickly before ending the call and puts the phone in his pocket.

He comes to stand at the bottom of the stairs and crosses his arms together, waiting for me to get down. As I walk down the last step, Eren swiftly comes in front of me and grabs with each hand one newel of the stairs, blocking my way.

I’m bug-eyed as he does so. What the hell is he doing?

“You’re not going anywhere nutella.” 

I huff. What’s wrong with him?

“Oh really? Why?” I fold my arms. “You will need to accompany me because you are my bodyguard?”

I’m gonna knock him out with my heels if he gets started with his role. Eren takes off one hand from the newel and gives me a thumb up. “Exactly.” He then grabs the newel again.

I roll my eyes at his childishness. “Well Mister bodyguard, I’m going on a date.” I say flatteringly. His dark eyebrows are raised in surprise.

“I don’t think you will like to be a tricycle.” I grin which makes the muscle of his face tightens.

He lets go of the newels and stands properly. “Then you don’t have to go.”

“Pardon me?”

“You heard me nutella.”  He raises his chin and defies my gaze.

My jaw clenches.  “Who the hell are you to decide for me?!” I growl in rage. “And stop calling me that stupid nickname!”

“I’m your bodyguard.” Eren crosses his arms proudly. “And I won’t stop.”

My eyes slam shut. I intake a deep breath and breathe out slowly, calming me down. “Look.” I say more peacefully. “It’s my first date with him. I really want to go. I promise, I can take care of myself.” 

Eren shakes his head in disagreement. “I can’t let you go.” 

I hiss in annoyance. Is he trying to inflame me on purpose?

“You are under my total responsibility.” He reminds me, his body straightens in all authority. “And how far do you know that guy?” He raises a curious brow.

I blink twice. What is he implying?

“Who knows if he is behind the whole kidnapping thing?” 

I burst out of laughter. Is he joking?

Seeing me laughing my ass off, he frowns. “I’m serious. You should stay on your guards Hayat.”

His unhumorous tone makes me swallow my chortles. 

“We don’t know who is the culprit. It can be anyone.” I remain zipped, listening him to attentively. “You can’t trust easily.”

My back feels cold at his words. He is perhaps just trying to frighten me but I can’t deny it, there is a part of truth in what he is saying.

“You know I’m right.” Eren looks into my eyes, searching the affirmative in them. “Admit it Hayat.”

Even how much I don’t want to, I’m force to nod.

He nods back happily. “Good.” He mutters. “Now go and change.”

“But—”

“No but.” He cuts me off.

I throw my head back and groan defeatedly. I turn to walk up the stairs, clenching my fist to hold my rage.

I freaking hate that freak. He is such a freak. I put on so much freaking effort to look good. All this for nothing. God, why are using all the forces of this world to stop me from having a boyfriend?

“Hayat.” Eren suddenly calls.

I stop and turn to look at him with a glare.

His piercing gaze quickly runs down the length of my body, impulse me to squeeze my thigh out of faze. “You look stunning in that dress. Your date would have definitely fallen for you.”

My heart skips a beat.

Did he just said that?

All my anger towards him suddenly disappears like a puff of smoke. I feel my face heating up and I’m sure that my cheeks has turned crimson red.

“And about the nickname.” Eren trails off, biting on his lips. “If you don’t like nutella, I will call you life.”

My heart skips another beat.

“L-life?” I blurt out nervously, my heart throbbing.

He narrows his eyes. “Life is the meaning of your name in Turkish right?”

Brouhaha.

“You watch turkish movies?” I laugh.

He bites his lips again. “Uh, I’m caught.” He laughs back.

And from that night, every word which escaped from his lips mattered to me.

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