About a week after you first spent the magical night at Harry's, you are quietly humming a tune to yourself as you walk down the street to Primrose Path, the nearby S.T.A.R. Labs building towering over the block. You can't imagine that anything could break you out of this happiness you've found with Harry.
But when you make it to your shop and unlock the door, your carefree mood vanishes. You feel like your heart has been squeezed and a hollow feeling worms its way into your chest.
There are smashed vases and trampled stems stuck behind the door as you push it open slowly. Your breath picks up, your drink in the image set before you. Paper, which you use to wrap bouquets in, are scattered and crumpled all over the floor, plants are completely destroyed. Everything and everywhere is in complete ruin.
Your eyes skim every inch of the compact shop. There on the back wall, behind the cash register, there's something written in red, drops dripping down from the letters. It's still fresh. Is that blood?
The truth will be revealed.
You stare in horror at the sight before you. Taking a careful step into the place, your feet crunch on papers and broken glass on the floor. You swallow at the vivid destruction. Primrose Path... Your little place, the tiny haven to escape the bustling energy of the city ... completely demolished.
Whilst attempting to salvage a few things that seemed to have avoided damage, you're crouched down near the floor, but soon hear footsteps approaching you from behind. You hold your breath.
"Ma'am, are you okay?"
You spin around on the balls of your feet at the voice and look up to see a guy dressed in a black suit. You recognize him as having delivered Harry's note that time and passing on your own.
"Matthew?"
"Yes, ma'am." He nods, helping you up.
"Do you know what or who could've done this?"
"I'm not sure, ma'am, but Doctor Wells instructed me to come get you."
"How..?" Harry knew something happened?
"I'm not allowed to say, ma'am, but I do know he'll explain everything to you." You take another look around before sighing and dropping your head. You nod and step back out of the shop, pulling the door closed behind you. What's the point in locking it now?
Matthew walks you back the way you'd come, taking you into S.T.A.R. Labs. You'd never set foot in the place before but you barely have time to look around at anything inside because you're swept along into an elevator that takes you up to the top of the building, and you're assuming, Harry's office.
You've had some suspicions about Harry at first after getting to know him a bit more, you can't lie, but it's like they had all disappeared each and every time he'd make your heart race (which was often). Everything will clear up once I ask him, right? It's not like he's going to hide anything from me...
Right?
"This way, ma'am," Matthew guides you out of the elevator and down the short corridor towards Harry's office. There are two men stationed outside of the door who look at both you and Matthew as you approach.
"Who's this, Matthew?" one of the men asks, making you stop in your tracks.
"Miss (Y/L/N), you know Doctor Wells has been seeing her. He asked me to bring her up here to see him," Matthew replies with a frown and you can hear the irate undertones in his voice. You get the impression that he is not used to being questioned when it comes to his boss' orders.
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Primrose Path (A Harry Wells x Reader Insert)
FanfictionWhen you, a lovely florist, move to Central City to open your flower shop, you had no idea you'd fall for such a complicated and dangerous man who deals in a less-than-legal business. Harrison Wells - a major player and powerhouse within the undergr...