A Forbidden Love (The Flash- Harrison Wells Fanfiction)

Chapter Nine

I woke up with the worst headache. My throat felt as if I'd swallowed a handful of needles. Saying that I felt like hell would be an understatement. As soon as I stood up I knew I had made a terrible mistake. I held my head in pain and slowly waddled my way to the dresser where I kept my t-shirts and sweats. I pulled out any random t-shirt and put it on. I then began the painful process of going downstairs where Harry was probably making breakfast in the kitchen.

"Morning, sweetheart," Harry said, looking up at me briefly before going back to cooking what I could only imagine smelled like a wonderful breakfast.

"Morning," I managed to croak out.

He stopped what he was doing and walked over to me. "Are you okay?" he asked.

I shook my head.

"Are you sick?"

I nodded.

"Oh, you poor thing. Why don't you go upstairs and I'll make you some chicken soup," he said with concern written on his face.

"It hurts to move," I muttered.

He touched the back of his hand to my forehead. "You're burning up." He then picked me up bridal style. "I'm taking you back to bed and I'm cooking you some soup. I'll have Barry drop off some medicine." He carried me up to the bedroom and set me down on the bed gently. Before leaving, he made sure that the covers were covering every inch of my body aside from my head. He turned off the light and went back down to the kitchen.

I sat in the darkness for about twenty minutes with the brightness on my phone turned all the way down so as not to hurt my eyes. I heard the front door close and suddenly Barry was in the room. I sat up and smiled weakly at him.

"Is that my Star Wars shirt?" he asked. I looked down at the shirt I've been wearing. It was, in fact, the Star Wars shirt I had borrowed from Barry the last time I spent the night at his house before the particle accelerator blast. "I've been looking everywhere for that shirt."

"What are you doing here? Aren't afraid you'll catch my cold?" I joked, ignoring his earlier statement.

He shook his head. "I haven't caught a cold since I woke up from my coma. My immune system works so fast that I can't ever get sick again."

"You are one lucky son of a-"

I was cut off by Harry entering the room, back in his wheelchair, a tray on his lap with a bowl of soup and some kind of tea sitting on it.

"Let me take that, Doctor Wells," Barry said, taking the tray from Harry and gently placing it on my lap. "Oh, here, I brought you some medicine." He set it next to me on the bed.

"Thanks, Barry," I said.

"No problem. It's the least I could do. You've always been such a good friend and don't forget I've forgotten how you used to take care of me when I was sick. Anyway, I should probably get going before my boss decides I'm so incompetent that he needs to replace me." Before leaving, he stopped at the door frame and turned to face me. "Keep the shirt." Then he raced out.

Harry made sure that Barry had already walked out the door before standing up from his chair.

"What shirt?" he asked.

"This one," I said. Harry raised an eyebrow in question. "I borrowed it from Barry the last time I spent the night at his place a couple years ago and failed to return it.

"You used to spend the night at Barry's and 'take care of him when he was sick'?" He frowned, jealousy evident in his tone and expression.

"Yeah, we used to have movie nights when I lived here. It was always such a hassle to drive so late at night because I'd be so tired, so I just started spending Friday nights at his place. Also, Barry used to live alone when he went to college. Joe and Iris weren't around, so I took it upon myself to take care of him when he was sick. I used to always do that for Ollie and Thea when mom was busy. It was better than the maid having to care for them."

"Did you two ever, you know?" he asked.

"Me and Barry?" I laughed. "No. That was around the time when I thought I'd lost Oliver. I was far too messed up at that time to even think about a relationship. Plus, Barry was still head over heels for Iris."

He let out a deep breath. "Thank god. I've been wondering about that day you walked into S.T.A.R. Labs, completely distressed. You two seemed to be so close and I always knew how much you cared for each other. I was afraid maybe there was something there."

I cleared my throat before speaking because it felt gross and scratchy. "Harry, I assure you, you are the only man out there for me."

He smiled and sat down on the bed next to me and began shoveling spoonfuls of soup into my mouth.

"Harry, I can feed myself," I whined.

"You're sick, so let me take care of you. You can just sit back, watch Netflix all day, and not worry about a thing."

"Fine," I pouted.

Harry handed me the remote and I turned on the tv, pushed the Netflix button, and scrolled through my watch list until I found Supernatural.

"What is it with you and this show?" he asked.

"It's really interesting. It's funny, but it's not a comedy. It's like a sci-fi horror but it's also a drama slash comedy. It will scare the hell out of you and make you laugh and cry all in the same episode."

"Sounds like fun," he said sarcastically.

I exited my current episode and started over from the first season. "You're going to watch this with me and then tell me if you still think it's not a good show."

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"So if he wanted a normal life why did he go with his brother?" Harry asked, confused.

"Because his dad went missing," I answered.

"But I thought he hated his dad."

"He didn't hate his dad, he just hated the way he raised them."

"I need to continue watching this."

"So you like it, then?" I asked.

"No, I just need to know what happens."

"That's how the addiction starts. One minute you're giving it a shot, the next you're watching to see if things get explained, and by the time you know it you're on season 10 and you're in too deep because of a boy with candy apple green eyes and his brother with the puppy eyes ruined your life."

"Is that why you watch this?" he asked. "Because the guys are attractive?"

I laughed. "Yes, I admit, they are very attractive, but I watch it for the story. At this point in the show, I see those two more like older brothers than anything else."

Harry and I spent the rest of the day binge watching Supernatural. We were cuddled up on the bed with a warm blanket. It was something so simple yet it made me so happy. We were able to have a normal day in our relationship for once and it made me incredibly happy, even if I was in physical pain.

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I know it's short, but it was really just meant as a filler and compensation for me not writing. Now that school's ending I'll have more time to write. Especially now that season 2 is over, I'm gonna need something to soothe my withdrawal symptoms.