Primrose Path (A Harry Wells x Reader Insert)

Chapter 9

You end up spending four more days at Harry's house while his guys put your apartment and shop back together for you. And true to his word, Harry pays for all the damages and replaces all of your ruined flowers with fresh stock, insisting that this was all his fault, no matter how many times you try to alleviate his guilt.

Both your places are fitted with increased security systems and Harry sets up part of his security team to monitor you specifically and on a much more regular basis, and after you're given the all clear, you prepare to spend your last night living with Harry. At least for now.

It was a wonderful night. You and Harry eat dinner together, as has become the custom, before moving to the comfy sofas to watch a movie. Although, that doesn't last particularly long thanks to Harry's wandering hands and both of your desires to spend your last evening completely wrapped up in each other.

You now lie under the rich cotton sheets, fingertips tracing patterns over Harry's chest as you often did after your love-making. Harry is propped up against the pillows, one arm behind his head while the opposite hand plays with your hair.

"This week... having you here, I couldn't have imagined anything better," Harry muses, breaking your comfortable silence and making you look up at him. "This house always was too big..."

You grin, placing a few kisses to his chest. "I've loved being here. You know, other than the reason for it in the first place."

Harry pauses for a second before shifting himself from under you and reaches over to his bedside table. He then holds his closed fist over your open palm.

"I want you to have these." You watch as he drops something cool into your hand. You look curiously at him before looking down and see that he's given you his dog tags which he almost always wore around his neck.

"Harry? What...?" you ask, glancing down and lightly gliding your fingers over his name on the cold metal. You stare up at him, confused by why he's giving such a personal item to you. Harry pulls you into his strong arms and pecks your lips.

"I want you to live with me," he confesses, eyes never leaving yours. He gauges your reaction closely. "It wouldn't be right if you left me in this house alone. It wouldn't feel right. I don't want to be without you again. And I know that this is really soon, but I don't want to worry if you got home safely or whether or not you need any help if you're here, lying right next to me."

"I- I don't know what to say!" You're so overwhelmed by the gesture, you had feared it would be too soon for him.

Apparently not.

"Say yes."

"Yes, of course, Harry, I'll live with you!" You place the dog tags around your neck, a symbol of your acceptance.

"I want these to be a reminder," he says, holding the little plaques up to you, "that no matter what, I will always come back to you, after each and every day."

"I believe that you will, Harry, and I will always be here waiting for you," you reply, leaning forward and hugging him tightly. Harry holds you in his arms then leans his head down to place a lingering kiss to your chest, just over your heart.

"I love you, Flower."

"I love you too," you grin and kiss his forehead. "You've captured my heart, Harrison Wells."

Harry pulls back to look at you, love swimming in his ocean-blue eyes. He takes your hand and places it over where his heart is - where his bullet scar is. His hand presses down on yours to allow you to feel his heartbeat. "My heart will beat for you and only you, my precious Flower."