Primrose Path (A Harry Wells x Reader Insert)

Chapter 2

Much to your surprise, Harrison returns every day for the next week to Primrose Path, and every time he does, the butterflies in your stomach grow. He appears to like to come see you in the early afternoon, always dressed sharp, and chats you up while the store is quiet.

But the best part? The best part is when Harrison purchases a new kind of flower at the end of his visits, each time leaving it on the counter for you before he goes. Although, part of you worries what a man like him could be after with you, the other part can't help but feel giddy every time you see him.

The front door jingles, and no surprise, it's the ever dashing Harrison Wells, precisely on time. You happen to be tending to some potted plants in the middle of the store and you turn to welcome him. He greets you with one of his dreamy smiles.

"Hello!" you say, lively, "How are you today?"

His smile seems to brighten at your own happy mood as he comes a little further inside. "I'm very well, thank you," he says as he peruses the flowers. "All the better for seeing that smile," he adds with a little wink which makes you dip your head in embarrassment. He is most definitely flirting with you. Your heart skips a beat at that thought and you proceed to tend to the peonies and lilies that are carefully placed in the damp, but freshly-soiled pots. Fingers dancing over the fuchsia petals of the peonies, you start to water the compact flower with your watering pail in hopes of maybe distracting yourself from how elevated your heart seems to have gotten. Harrison saunters over to the table that you stand at, hands in shoved in his black pants pockets. He curiously watches you tend to your plants.

When you finish up with the peonies and lilies, you carry your amethyst-coloured pail and amble to another table on the other side of your shop to see if the camellias have started to bud or not. Harrison follows you.

"How's your day?" he starts, breaking the silence that had enveloped the shop, as you cascade water onto the flourishing ruby-red buds.

"Oh, it's great... especially now."

Did I really just say that? I'm totally flirting back with this man!

"I mean, now that, um, now that... I have you as an extra pair of hands! Would you mind terribly helping me carry these little guys over here?" Harrison smiles almost knowingly and quirks his eyebrow slightly but nods and assists you in moving the flowers across to the other side of the room to a set of shelves.

"They're wonderful," he says gently when you've re-homed them, his fingertips ghosting over the petals. "I'm not particularly knowledgeable when it comes to flowers, but you seem like you take good care of them."

"I do," you say merrily and accidentally meet his magnetic eyes. You have to look back to the blooming flowers that sit in front of you on the centre mahogany table.

Clearing your throat, you explain, "They're unique like people. Each has a certain preference and unique meaning. Kind of like how the people we meet hold a special meaning in our lives when we allow them in... especially if they manage to captivate the heart." You mumble the latter part more to yourself, turning your back to him and checking the shrubs that hang close to the glass-paned area of your shop.

"Yeah..." he trails off in a low voice. You're unaware that he's staring at you until you subtly catch him doing so. You walk away from the shelves to the table in the middle of the room to rearrange a few more pots and some signage. Harrison follows you yet again, walking with his hands clasped behind his back.

"Do you have a favourite?"

"I mean, that's like asking who's your favourite child!" you exclaim.