Stolen Heart - Willy Wonka x Y/n

Chapter 4

The moon stood high up in the skye, emitting it's beautiful silver light onto the streets.

It would have been a beautiful night if I wasn't handcuffed to Wonka.

I yanked my arm that was handcuffed to his, so he came closer. I grabbed his collar with my free hand, pulling him closer to me. Staring up at him, I noticed that he swallowed nervously.

"You can't seriously say that you handcuffed yourself to another person without even having a key. What were you thinking?" I asked, letting out a cold laugh.

Wonka looked on me and gave me a sheepish smile before scratching his neck.

"I didn't think that far." He admitted. "But, I have promised to release you of the handcuffs so I will do that! As soon as I figure out how."

"Great." I groaned, releasing the grip I had on him.

Then, he suddenly started walking, forcing me to follow. We left the alley and walked across the street to another alley.

"Where are we going?" I asked, feeling tense.

He gave me a easygoing smile. "Well, I need to be back before curfew so you'll just have to tag along."

I hate this.

"Oh, curfew? Or what, mommy won't be happy with you?" I said mockingly. To my surprise, that made Wonka stop dead in his tracks. I almost walked into him.

He glanced over his shoulder to me. Almost carrying a glimpse of something sad in his eyes.

I furrowed my brows. His mother seems to be a sensitive topic for him. Good to know, I might be able to use that.

Then he suddenly started walking again, as if nothing had happened. I followed along... Until he stopped infront of a manhole. He gave it a knock with his cane, which made the manhole open up. Almost like it had become weightless.

I am curious about the magic that Wonka seem to be able to do. Does the source from that come from his cane, or is the cane merely a tool?

"Ladies first." He insisted, holding out his free arm towards the manhole.

I wrinkled my nose as I glanced down the dark underground.

"You can't be serious."

"I am as serious as I am Willy Wonka." He simply answered, still holding up his arm.

"I'm not jumping down a manhole." I told him.

"You can climb down it too." He suggested. I rolled my eyes at him.

"No."

Willy let his arm fall down, before taking one step closer to me.

"You see, I may have one friend at the police. But every other man and woman of the law in this town is looking after me. And also this, is the quickest way for me to get back and for you to get free of these handcuffs." He explained like I was a toddler.

I hate this so much.

"Fine." I sneered, looking down the manhole thinking about the best way to climb down.

Willy broke into a smile.

"You should hold on tight." He said mischievously. I raised an eyebrow at that.

"Hold on to what-" Before I had finished the sentence, Willy wrapped his arm around my waist. He pulled me into him and before I could protest, he jumped down the manhole.

Holding onto him for dear life, I let out a scream, as we fell the short distance.

We landed with a thud. Knowing I was safe on ground again, I immediately shoved Wonka away. Not that I could get very far from him, thanks to the handcuffs and the limited space down here.

"Can we just go?" I asked annoyed. Willy started walking at a quick pace. I walked one step behind, feeling annoyed at the handcuffs between us. It was uncomfortable to walk like this. Bound to someone else. But Willy Wonka seemed unbothered. He is also the one who put us in this situation so I bet he's unbothered.

"You don't seem like the sociable type." Willy stated as we were walking.

I scoffed. "People rarely talk to me."

There was a slight pause before he chuckled awkwardly. "People might be inclined talk to you more if you weren't lying so much."

"I never lie!" I snapped back, still lying. "Besides people are so gullible. Like you."

He glanced over his shoulder towards me. "I like to believe that all people can be trusted."

"Now that's just being naive, pretty boy."

"So you think I'm pretty?" He asked as he cocked his head to the side. "You've called me that twice now."

"It's only because I haven't bothered to remember your name." Lies.

"That, I believe is a lie." He said as he winked at me.

This whole situation is so dumb. I'm a simple thief. I steal stuff. I sell them off so I can afford to stay alive. Never have I been handcuffed to an insufferable boy who's literal brain is made out of chocolate.

I couldn't help but smile a little, a sincere smile at the whole situation. I think he noticed my sincere smile, since his facial expression softened.

"Why are you a thief?" He asked. I glanced at him. He can't possible care about why?

I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know. I just am." I lied.

I know why I'm stealing. But he doesn't need to know that.

"But why do you make chocolate?" I asked, turning the attention towards him.

He let out a sigh. "It's my dream. I want to share my and my mothers chocolate to the world."

"Oh, is she also a chocolate maker?" I asked and actually wanted to know more.

He smiled warmly at my question. "Not exactly, but she is the reason that I am one."

I didn't really know what to answer to that. I've never really had anyone be this... Sincere, with me before. Almost vulnerable.

I didn't know what to answer, so I didn't.

After a few more minutes of walking, Willy suddenly stopped dead in his tracks, as if he duddenly remembered something. I once again almost crashed into his back.

"I have an idea!" He exlaimed proudly, spinning around towards me. "I can unlock these handcuffs."