Primrose Path (A Harry Wells x Reader Insert)

Chapter 11

Living with Harry had been like a dream come true. When you'd first moved in, you'd been able to spend so much more time together than just when you were dating which was refreshing for the both of you.

But as the honeymoon period of your relationship begins to come to an end, you realize that living with Harry wasn't always as perfect as you'd thought it would be.

Harry seemed to be getting more and more busy with work which was beginning to take its toll on you both.

You are well aware that Harry is a busy man and keeps strange hours when it comes to the office, but you had never really thought that he'd want to spend more time there than with you. Caitlin and Iris had told you on one of your girly lunch outings that Harry was choosing to work this much and you find yourself feeling a little put out.

Perhaps that was a selfish thought, considering all the good you knew he was doing, but it was a hard thing to come to terms with.

Harry didn't offer up much in the way of explanation either, other than 'work' in general, when you swapped stories about your days.

You were starting to wonder whether the novelty of having you in his life had started to wear off and that Harry was now... bored of your company.

The more time you spend by yourself after work, the more time your thoughts have to swirl in your head, making you doubt every little thing that you had been so sure of.

After you finish eating dinner one evening, alone yet again, and head upstairs to shower and change, you start to develop a pain in your head that turns into a full-blown headache as you throw Harry's dress shirt over your shoulders and button it up.

Putting it down to a lack of water that day, you pour yourself a glass and then go about finding some painkillers for some more immediate relief. You could have sworn you had some paracetamol left in what was now your bedside cabinet, but after rooting around in the drawers, you don't find it.

"Hm," you huff quietly to yourself, glancing around the room for another place to search. Your gaze instantly goes to the other side of the bed. Maybe Harry has some...

Taking a seat on the edge of his side of the bed, you open his top drawer and carefully start to move things in search of the medication. You push aside a few letters, revealing a couple of condom packets which makes you shake your head a little, but nothing that looks like it's going to relieve your current suffering. But as you put everything back where it was, you notice a little black box at the back that you'd previously overlooked.

You know you shouldn't go snooping through Harry's belongings, but there's something about this particular item that makes you take it from its hiding place and open it.

And you gasp when you see what is inside.

Three pairs of panties are neatly folded in it, one black sheer-lace pair, one pair which is dark charcoal grey with little ribbons on the sides and one white pair with satin ribbons criss-crossing over the back and tied in a bow.

But the reason you had gasped is because none of them are yours.

Holding the fabric in your fingers seems to send you into some sort of spiral. It's already getting unusually late, Harry is nowhere to be seen, and now you that you begin to think about it - this isn't even the first time he's been this late.

And finding these? Just the presence of these items is starting to add to your underlying suspicions as to why.

You've never had reason to doubt him. He's always charming and attentive with you, and you hate even to contemplate it, but could he be applying his charm elsewhere?