I've been helping Abel with paperwork for the past couple of months now. I hate it, but at least I feel like he doesn't hate me.

"Another business deal with Danish Dimwit."Abel sighed at his desk as I stood over his shoulder. "Well he has been practically begging to get this through...." "Well then let him beg, money makes the world go round."He pushes the paper to the side.

He's so cold...But I kinda understand it. Usually I'll be there for a couple of the paper's before he says that I don't have to be hawking over his every move, and kick me out the room.

Remember how I said he's never smiled? Still no progress, but I've got a plan. Once I got kicked out of his room I scurried to the sparkling clean kitchen. Since he wasn't in the room he couldn't stop me like normal. With a quiet snicker, I took out my phone and pulled up a recipe I've been meaning to try.

It was just something for chocolate chip cookies, so how hard could it be?

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JESUS CHRIST THE COOKIES ARE BURNING WHAT DO I DO?!?!?T-They Stuck to the pan and I don't know what to do and they are burning—SMOKE!

Abel's door slammed open as he growled with frustration before seeing the smoke. His eyes widened a bit seeing me as he grabbed me by the nape of my neck and easily dragged me over to the living room. "Stay here."He commanded as he went back into his room and came out with a fire extinguisher, spraying the whole oven the hell.

He put the device down and then turned to me with a rage I've never seen in him before. "What. The hell. Could you have possibly been making. That would've caused this."He was slowly walking toward me, cornering me against the wall. My heart is racing and I can't even force words to come out of my mouth.

"How could you be so stupid?" "I-I was doing it for you alright!?"I looked straight at him but....why do my cheeks burn? My heart was racing before but...Even with the fire out it's still racing. Why?

"Excuse me?" "I wanted to see you smile for once because you never smile! I've never seen you smile from the months that I've stayed here and I wanted to find a way to get you to smile so I seem Oh I don't know useful?! But if you're going to be a prick about it then I guess you'll never be happy!"I stormed out of the living room and to my own room but...the expression on his face seemed more shocked then anything. Like...crazy shocked.

I heard some windows open to air out the smoke but I found myself crying right behind my door. Why can't I make him happy? Why am I just a hinderance to his life? Why did he even take me in in the first place?Why?! I don't understand him! Even with all of these months I still don't understand this Dutch....This Dutch Angel!

It felt like days of me just crying although it was a couple hours. It was very late at night when there was a knock at the door. "(Y/N)."Abel's voice. "What...."I groan. "Open the door." "No." I heard him sigh. "Fine."A bit of shuffling later he spoke again.

"What do you want?" There was no response. "Do you just want to talk? Scold me for burning up your oven? Or maybe kick me out—" "Shut up, I'm sorry okay?"My eyes widened a bit as I look at the closed door, just imagining his expression. He's....sorry. For a bit I thought he didn't even have a soul....

"You're Sorry." "Yes..." "Are you just saying that to say it?" "No! I'm actually sorry and I want you to accept my apology." I raised a brow and slowly stood up. Opening the door he was sitting on the ground, presumably leaning up against the door before I opened it.

I'm looking down at him. I've never been able to look down on him because well, he's a towering figure, but also Because he's always in control. "Apology accepted." "Thank you..." "Only if—" "Goddorie...." "You smile for me. And I'm not talking a fake smile, I mean a real smile."I sat down in front of him, as his gaze was starting to seem annoyed again.

"You want me to smile?" I nodded, smirking a bit. "Is it really that hard?" I ask, noticing him looking away from me. "You're too self absorbed and materialistic, you need to chill out."
"Why do you think I smoke?" "Fair point, but still your rarely actually do."He averted his eyes again. "In front of me." "Better."

"Besides that, I never see you smile. And believe it or not it worries me. And your sister. She feels like it's all her fault why you're so unhappy now."Abel made tight fists out of his hands, sighing and closing his eyes. He looked back at me with those piercing green eyes of his. "Who said I'm unhappy?"

"Hm let's see, everyone who's ever been around you? You just seem like an unhappy guy."He kept his neutral expression on his face before suddenly taking a finger and scratching his cheek. "W-Well....why do I look unhappy to everyone?"

He stuttered? I quirk a brow at this but he seems to have noticed his mistake, trying to make it seem like he is in full control. "Because you never smile." I reply, as he just nods slowly.

"What makes you happy—" "Money." "Something else." "Cleanliness." "Nope." "Speed skating." "You don't smile during that." "Biking." "You're a speed demon on bikes! You almost run people over if they're in your way and that includes me!" "....You?" He knitted both of his brows together as he tapped his fingers on his leg impatiently.

I make him happy? No way... "......Well you don't smile from me around, you're always scolding me. So no—" ".....Do you have to smile to be happy?"I paused. "Well no—" "Then what if I said I feel happy around you? Would that bother you?"

Would that—What? He's looking dead at me with such a serious expression! He wants me to answer that? I mean no it wouldn't bother me but. Why??? Do I make him happy? I mean I guess he sorta grew on me but....

"No......I wouldn't be bothered..."I reply, but my face feels like it's burning up. I'm getting all fidgety, which isn't a good thing. I'm all embarrassed and—Ugh! "Good to hear." He's still not smiling.

"So right now you're happy?" "Yes." ".......But how though? You still look exactly the same." He blinked at me and then looked to the side. "You're so stubborn." "Excuse me?" He raised a brow. "Are you jealous of my scarf?" "What?" "Are you?" I'm lost. Does he actually think I am jealous of him?

"No...?"I respond as he nods. "It's getting late." He says immediately after, standing up. I stand up after him, watching him turn away to go to his room when I catch a glimpse of something nice. He smiled. He opened his door and then closed it behind him.

He smiled. He smiled because of me. He's happy because of me. I close my own door as I still feel...starstruck.

Hey God? I think I'm falling in love with your angel here. Damn that Dutch Angel.......But Damn...that Dutch Angel....