Primrose Path (A Harry Wells x Reader Insert)

Chapter 5

You see Harry every day in your shop for another week after your first visit to his house since you'd both been inundated with work and were too caught up with everything to go on another proper date. But towards the end of the week, he invites you round to his place again, telling you he wants to spend some more time with you outside of both of your busy schedules and also mentions that he has something he wants to show you.

When you arrive, he is already waiting for you at the front door. You're feeling fidgety and you think you can pinpoint as to why...

You have to tell him. It's the fifth date for goodness sake!

This was bound to come up sooner or later, the topic of your inexperience, and frankly you're surprised he hasn't brought up the idea of sex with you once since you've been seeing each other.

"Hey, Harry," you say, walking up to him with a happy smile to mask your worry, and kiss his lips.

"Hey, how's my little Flower?" he asks with a grin, icy blues giving you their full attention. Oh, he looks positivity adorable when he grins like that. And only for you.

"I'm good." You nudge his arm and raise a curious eyebrow. "Now, what did you want to show me?"

"Come with me," he says, his expression not giving anything away as he takes your hand and leads you through the rooms in his cavernous home. You weren't that far off in your assumption that it went back for miles but you did eventually come to the rear of the house where huge glass doors looked out onto a beautiful and impressive display of plant life.

"Is this... your garden?" Your mouth falls open at the beauty in front of you. Lilies, peonies, sunflowers... there's so much variety, truly, it has you floored. Even a rose bush gracing the scene every so often. A gorgeous fountain structure in the middle of the garden accents the flowery view.

"Do you like it?" Harry asks hopefully, rubbing the back of his neck. You look up at him with a twinkle in your eyes. A huge grin breaks out across your awestruck face.

"I love it, Harry, it's so beautiful."

"Like the woman in front of me," he mumbles, but you hear him. He takes both of your hands into his own. He leads you outside, taking you over to the other side of the fountain where there's a picnic set up on a blanket under the glowing light of the sunset. You didn't know if your smile could possibly get any bigger at this point... It's so big that your cheeks are starting to hurt!

You sit and eat, joking together and telling little stories about your past. You are soon leaned into Harry's side, head on his shoulder and his arm around you, his fingers lightly brushing over your arm. The stars now litter the sky above you two, a beautiful contrast to the setting sun. You hum in contentment, slowly closing your eyes at the feel of Harry beside you. Your heart beats a little quicker in your chest like it always does when you are around him.

"Flower?"

"Yeah?" You open your eyes and look up at him. Harry gently pulls you onto his lap, facing him with your legs on either side of him. You give him a questioning look. He gently cups your cheeks, his own becoming pink.

"These past weeks since I met you and got to know you... have just been so wonderful..."

"I know, they really have been, haven't they?" you agree, brushing your fingers over his jaw and wondering where this was going.

"And I don't know whether there's a correct time to say this... But..." He turns and reaches into the picnic hamper, pulling out a bundle of half a dozen tulips. You gasp quietly because you know now what he's going to say; tulips are given as declarations of love.