Cupid Screwed Up (Harry Osborn Fanfic)

Chapter 8

I was sitting alone at the huge table. A bowl of soup was served in front of me. I scanned my surroundings and I was in a huge mansion, of some kind.

I examined the soup. It looked normal. I decided to pick up the spoon and take a sip of it. The next thing I know, a tiny white object fell off the spoon and landed on the soup.

Then it happened again and again. I dropped the spoon on the marble floor causing a sound to erupt throughout the mansion.

I dipped my hand into the hot liquid to pick up the small white object. I picked it up and brought it closer to my face to see it better. I noticed that it looked like a tooth.

I brought my hand up to my mouth to only sense that my mouth was free of teeth. I panicked and got up from the seat.

My teeth started floating in the air and opposite ends of my teeth faced me and flew rapidly towards me. I blocked my face with my arms screaming.

"Maria! Wake up! Maria?" I was suddenly shaken awake by Harry. My breathing was really heavy and it was getting harder to breathe with each passing second.

I started coughing and I remembered that I had brought my inhaler with me. I searched the bedroom for my bag and my eyes finally caught it.

Unable to speak, I gestured for Harry to get the bag. At first, he was confused, but after I pointed my index finger at my red sleepover bag, he quickly moved to the other end of the room to get it for me.

Harry quickly zipped the bag open and handed it to me in a flash of lighting. I opened the tiny compartment inside my bag and took out my inhaler.

I brought the medication to my mouth and inhaled it with each puff. My breathing finally got back to normal. I let out a sigh of relief.
"Thank you," I put my inhaler back in the compartment inside my bag.
"No problem," Harry muttered awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. I smiled at him.
"By the way totally forgot to mention, I have asthma." He nodded pouting his lips. "Wow, I totally did not know that," Harry replied. We started hysterically laughing.

I noticed it was starting to get brighter outside. I glanced at the digital clock on the nightstand and it read eight-twenty-seven.
"So... do you wanna tell me what the nightmare was about?" Harry broke the silence. "I'd rather not."
"What do you wanna do today? It's only Sunday."
"Something that doesn't bore me to death," I acknowledged.

"Let me make breakfast then we'll go out," Harry suggested. I raised a brow at him.

"You being my personal chef? I can live with that." Harry sends me one of his iconic smirks.

We decided on making pancakes together. Harry insisted on making them by himself but, of course, I needed to be the pain-in-the-ass type of woman. It's just who I am and I can't help it.
"Okay, we need flour, baking powder, salt, white sugar, milk, one egg, and two sticks of butter," I read the ingredients list to make pancakes. Harry found all the ingredients and placed them on the counter. "Now, let's get to work."

We got the correct amounts of ingredients and started mixing them together following the recipe.

While mixing the ingredients with the mixer, I accidentally splattered some of the pancakes mixes into Harry. He stared at me in disbelief. Then he looked at me and gave me an evil smirk. Uh-oh.