Primrose Path (A Harry Wells x Reader Insert)

Chapter 8

You wake the next morning having slept so well, you can't help but grin. Despite everything that happened the previous day, you just can't find it in you to be sad. At the end of the day, your shop and apartment were damaged, but everything could be replaced. What matters is that you're safe and your relationship with Harry, if anything, has been made stronger by this whole scenario.

Turning your head back slightly, you see that Harry is still sleeping next to you, his hair sticking up at those cute, odd angles from where he's moved around in the night. You decide to leave him be and rustle up some breakfast for you both. Admittedly, you have fun trying to remove yourself from his embrace where he's spooning you, but you do manage it and quietly walk barefoot out of the room.

First, you stretch your limbs and go freshen up back in your room next door, then head down to the kitchen. Once there, you're sure to raid the fridge for some eggs and bacon, knowing exactly where everything is hidden this time around. You decide to make omelettes this morning, with the eggs in one pan and start up the bacon in another. While cooking, you start humming a joyful little tune and look out the kitchen window to marvel at the the sight of the dewy garden. Your already present smile widens and your heart skips a beat because you were sure that he did all that for you. Doing a happy dance, you fry up the eggs to perfection. Life is so good...

But when you turn around to grab the pepper, you almost have a heart attack.

"Harry!" You clutch your heart. "You nearly scared me to death!"

He just stands there with his arms crossed, leaning against the doorframe. A smirk appears on his perfect pink lips.

"Don't mind me," he says, gesturing for you to continue, "I was just admiring the view."

And he does not mean out of the window...

You bite your lip at his words. You're wearing some pyjama bottoms and a white tank top... hardly an alluring ensemble, but if he likes it, then who are you to judge? You have to turn around to hide your red face.

"Shouldn't I be the one making you breakfast?" he asks as he makes his way over to you.

"Next time you can."

Harry places his hands on your waist behind you and leans down to kiss your neck. "You have some nice moves, by the way," he says with a growing smile against your skin. You visibly cringe.

"How much of that did you see?"

"Enough to cement you as the cutest person I've ever met," he replies, placing another kiss below your ear and then one to your burning up cheek. He surveys the food over your shoulder. "Smells good."

"Mmhmm."

While you finish cooking up the heavenly scented breakfast, Harry brews a pot of coffee and gets the necessary silverware ready. When it's finally time to dig in, the noise of approval Harry makes after taking his first bite makes your heart soar.

"You're never leaving me," he says in between chewing. "For any reason. Ever."

You press your lips together in a satisfied smile, thrilled he likes your creation.

The pair of you make small talk over breakfast, with Harry teasing you on your earlier activities, which makes you laugh out of embarrassment. This just feels so right. You and him in this house together... you could so get used to this.

You kind of want to ask him if you could just stay with him even after the coast is clear. At first, you didn't want to be a burden, staying with him so early on in the relationship, but after feeling everything you're feeling now? You never want to leave. You half wonder if he'd notice if you slowly started moving your household items into his place piece by piece...