AN: Okay here you go, this is the late Valentines Day Chapter I wrote and just finished. Well please read and review.

Chapter Three: Sweet Secret Hearts

Charlie didn't know how it had happened but he started to notice that Mr. Wonka seemed distant from him.

It was little things really but they still stung greatly, the fact that Mr. Wonka didn't have time to let Charlie sit with him as they talked about new candies that Mr. Wonka was making, the fact that Charlie had started sleeping in his own bedroom because Mr. Wonka hardly ever slept in the bedroom.

Charlie voiced this to his father and noticed the sad look in the man's eyes, his father just said that perhaps things were changing. All Charlie knew what that he didn't like the change.

Willy Wonka sat at his desk and rested his head on his arms, it just wasn't right, he had been working for weeks on the new candy but he just couldn't get it right.

It was either too sweet or not sweet enough. A little like Charlie, he thought with a bitter sigh, he had noticed the sad looks the boy would throw at him as he worked. It was breaking the chocolate maker's heart to see them but he had to get it right, it would be worth it in the end. It had to be worth it for all he was putting on the line.

Charlie leaned against the wall and watched the beautiful chocolate maker working; he felt a painful tug on his heart that he didn't quite understand. He remembered what his mother had told him about people falling out of love, at the time the thought seemed to odd to believe. But as he stared at Mr. Wonka he couldn't help but wonder if the man had perhaps fallen out of love with him and just didn't know how to tell him. The thought scared Charlie more then anything had ever scared him before, even the time when they didn't have enough food to eat and hardly anything to drink didn't scare him as much as the idea that Mr. Wonka had stopped loving him.

Willy took a deep breath and shook his head; "still not right" he muttered standing up and walking to dump the contents of the sauce pan out.

He noticed Charlie leaning against the wall, the boy's eyes held so much sadness that it bit deep into Willy's heart. "Hello Charlie," he said forcing his voice to stay calm. As much as he wanted to go and wrap the boy in his arms and forget the horrid candy he had to make, he knew that he couldn't do that. There was just too much to lose if he failed.

He watched Charlie for a moment, "is there something you needed?" he asked slightly annoyed.

Charlie noticed that annoyed look he was getting and felt his young heart breaking even more, "No… I'm sorry to bother you Mr. Wonka," he muttered quickly making his exit before the older man could say anything.

He walked into the chocolate room and walked slowly down to the waterfall, he had never felt so unloved in all of his life.

He knew he was being selfish for wanting the older man to spend time with him, he knew that the man had too work but it didn't ease the lost feeling that had closed over his heart in the past few weeks. "Maybe he doesn't love me anymore…" it was the first time he had said it out loud. And it broke his heart to hear the words swallowed up into the air.

Willy smiled as he added the last mix, he knew that this time it would be right, it had to be right, he slowly dipped a finger into the sticky mix and brought it to his lips, the taste was bother sweet and slightly bitter.

It brought a smile to his lips, he had done it, and at last he was done making the new candy. His bittersweet heart candies.

He rested his head against the desk and laughed lightly, he had made them just in time for Valentines Day, just in time to test them on his Charlie.

It took another hour to form the candy mix into a few candy hearts. He sighed and he tied to bow around the bag and stood up. He noticed Charlie's card lying unopened on the floor. It sent a pang through his heart. He reached down and picked it up, slowly he opened it and felt his heart melt with his love of the boy, god did he ever love that boy. His little Charlie.

Charlie has drifted to sleep and was dreaming about Mr. Wonka when he felt a pair of strong-arms lifting him.

He opened his eyes and noticed that Mr. Wonka had pulled him into his lap. Charlie couldn't help the smile that slid over his lips and he buried his face into the chocolate maker's coat. The smell was something that had stolen his heart, the smell of the man he loved.

Willy looked at Charlie and smiled brightly, he set the candy in the boy's hands and smiled as he watched the surprised look settle on the boy's face.

Charlie took the bag and looked back at the chocolate maker, he couldn't help the delight that ran through him, nor could he help the thought that drifted through his mind, he still loves me! Charlie slowly took the bow of the bag and reached a hand inside. He pulled out a medium sized candy heart; on it was written in beautiful letters. 'To my Charlie, My darling love' Charlie felt the color that stained his cheeks and he smiled. He looked up at the man and blushed.

Willy leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to the boy's lips. "I love you Charlie," he whispered feeling it with all his heart.

Charlie closed his eyes and smiled, "I love you too," he whispered. And even though he was just a child really, he knew that he was in love, and he hoped that he would always be in love, and he hoped that Mr. Wonka would always love him.

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EN: well there you go, I have another chapter planned but please send me some ideas for another chapter.

Enjoy!