Primrose Path (A Harry Wells x Reader Insert)

Chapter 10

It doesn't even feel like you and Harry have been together for five months. Instead, it feels both like it was just yesterday you met and as if you've known him your entire life.

Over the next few weeks, you start moving your things into Harry's house, getting comfortable in this new arrangement. This is by far the most serious relationship you've ever had and moving in with Harry was a big step, but one that you were incredibly willing to make.

The day after he'd asked you, Harry cleared half of his suit-filled walk-in closet for you to use so that his tailored jackets and silk shirts now hung opposite your clothes that you'd brought over, and some that Harry had bought for you as a 'moving in gift'. Even this relatively small gesture made your heart soar and you ended up giving Harry a huge bear hug to show your appreciation which made Harry smile broadly too.

To say you two were in the honeymoon phase of your relationship was an understatement. Everything between you was effortless, and you feel high on love. His love. And Harry has so much to give.

In fact, your relationship had progressed even further - around the same time as your moving in. When Harry first brought up the idea about ditching the condoms during sex, you couldn't deny you were a little startled and embarrassed at the thought. You had supposed it made sense, though. You were in a committed relationship, and with the added gift of heightened pleasure of skin on skin for you both, it was definitely up for discussion. Harry grinned like a madman when you reminded him that you hadn't been sexually active with another man before him, evidently relishing in that fact. But his good mood hadn't stopped you from fidgeting when you confessed that you would like a test to determine that you were both healthy. You knew he hadn't been in a relationship for a while, but you didn't know if he'd taken any lovers before you, but he agreed eagerly, putting your peace of mind to the top of his priorities, and the day after your awkward but informative talk about protection, you both went to get tested.

You had already started taking birth control pills since before Harry had first told you he loved you when the pair of you were becoming serious. You wanted to be prepared just in case. And when your tests came back issuing both clean bills of health, it was mutually decided the latex protection would no longer be needed in the bedroom.

Or literally anywhere else, for that matter.

And oh Lord, were you glad you both decided to do this because after testing out the new sensation of Harry's hard, bare cock sliding into you, you finally knew now the meaning of ecstasy. You and Harry were sure to repeatedly test this revelation over the course of the weeks of moving you into his place in a steamy, intense love romp.

At present, Harry is having a post-sex shower as you browse your enormous walk-in closet of its seemingly endless articles of clothing gifted to you by him. They range from sweet and demure to dangerously sexy and scant. You still haven't tried on the latter pieces yet. Those ones still make your heart race

About to emerge from the grandiose walk-in closet in a more modest-looking black nightgown, you stop short at something catching your eye.
You notice a small picture frame peeking out from one of Harry's drawers that isn't fully closed. Your hands move of their own accord and reach for the frame to help you get a better look at the person in the photo. It's a young girl. She looks to be around twelve years old at the most. Her hair is a dark curly brown, wild and in her face as if she'd been running. Rosy cheeks, a little button nose, and beautiful green eyes.

"Um, Harry?" you call towards to the bathroom.

"Hmm?" He walks out of the ensuite while towelling his wet locks. You turn the photo to face him.

"Who is this?"

"Oh..." Harry says awkwardly while scratching his head.

"Oh? I find a picture of a little girl you've never mentioned before in your drawer and all you have to say is 'oh'? Harrison, I thought we promised each other no more secrets between us...?" He stands there a moment longer as if thinking of what to say next.

"(Y/N), why don't you sit down?" You frown and press your lips together, but take his suggestion and sit on the bed. Harry does the same, taking the frame from you and not taking his eyes off the photograph.

"This is my daughter," he says, now handing it back over to you. "Her name is Jesse. She's the brightest person I've ever known and I'm nothing but proud."

"How old is she?" you ask quietly.

"Jesse's eighteen now and she can be a bit headstrong and stubborn, but she undoubtedly got that from me." Harry blows air out through his nose in a small laugh. The way he looks when he talks about her... You wonder why he never has.

"Why was this hiding in your drawer?" you ask.

"I wasn't hiding her from you if that's what you're thinking." Remaining silent, you let him continue, "We had an argument a long time ago. Well, arguments plural. Jesse planned to go off with West's boy. To travel or something of the sort. She got the wandering from her mother... my late-wife."

"Harry, I'm-"

He waves you off. "Cancer. Jesse was six. It was a rough time. I was fighting in South America when she passed and Detective West took Jesse in while I was away. It wasn't much longer after that I returned home. But, I digress. I wasn't having my daughter run off to God knows where with the West boy, so I told her she couldn't. That it wasn't safe for her to leave. But did she listen?"

"No?"

"No. That's exactly right. After that, I couldn't bear to stare at the picture of my little girl anymore without feeling too much. I didn't want to think about what I'd lost to the unknown, so I hid it away."

"But she's fine, right? There's nothing to worry about? She's a Wells after all."

"I wouldn't know. I haven't heard from her since that day. Over a year ago."

He hasn't seen his own daughter in over a year?

You remain quiet and look down at your twiddling thumbs.

"My... my late-wife had to convince me to have a child, you know?" Harry continues to confess. "I was too preoccupied at the time to even consider it, bettering myself in the field of scientific advancements. But she had her ways of convincing me. And when it happened, when Jesse was finally born, she was my life. She was so tiny and had these enormous eyes. Quick learner, too. I couldn't wait until she was old enough to teach her everything I knew. To bounce these theories I always have off of her. Maybe even to work alongside her one day. But that was the thing... she did get old enough. She did grow older, and soon, I didn't want her to anymore. Things were so much easier when she was small and wide-eyed and didn't have this insatiable need to gallivant across North America with some boy without bothering to call me back-"

You put a hand on his arm.

"-Harry."

"Sorry. But God, what I wouldn't give to savour the time I had with her when she was younger instead of..."

"Wishing for her to grow up?" Harry nods. This obviously isn't easy to talk about for him. As he said, Jesse is his life. She's all he had left after his wife passed. It's understandable that he would cling to her like his life depended on it.

"I just wish you had told me about her," you say, leaning into him to snuggle. "Anyone that's important to you is important to me."

"I know," he agrees. "I'm sorry. And maybe subconsciously I didn't want to scare you away with the fact that I had a daughter."

"You think that would have scared me? Oh, Harry... Never. After all I've learned about you? I'm. Still. Here."

"You are." Harry holds you close. "You are still here and most of the time I still can't believe it."

"Believe it, Mister. And I am not going anywhere."