Primrose Path (A Harry Wells x Reader Insert)

Chapter 16

A/N: Sorry to say folks, but after this chapter, Primrose Path will be going on hiatus until winter break. My co-authors and I are dedicated to being studious and this story takes up some of that time in order to do last minute edits before posting. When we return in the winter, get ready for an intense Second Act! xx

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You wake the next morning, still curled up in Harry's embrace, peering up at him to see him looking down at you with a smile on his face.

"Good morning," he says. You stretch your arms and smile.

"Good morning," you reply, bringing a hand up to cup his cheek. It's then that you notice a small cut above his eye that you hadn't noticed the night before.

"You got hurt," you whisper, lightly running your fingers over the cut. The blood had dried off and had begun healing through the night. Harry winces a little since it's still fresh.

"I've had worse," he rasps out, taking your hand from his face and sweetly kissing it.

"I'm just glad that you're safe."

"Facing off against that cold gun-wielding maniac wasn't easy, but everyone had my back."

"Good, I'll remember to thank them for it."

Harry holds your hand as he speaks again.

"You wanted to tell me something last night?" he asks, looking curiously at you.

"Mm, yeah, I went through your books yesterday - an eye-opening experience to say the least. But I was fixing all the obvious bits and it was almost too easy to link everything together. I don't think your bookkeeper is on your side..."

Harry is silent, a small frown on his face indicating that he's in deep thought.

"Odd, though I can't say I'm wholly surprised, I don't trust him. But Joe ran a background check on James three times. His history was legit. Unless..."

You quirk up an eyebrow and prop yourself up on your elbow to look at your boyfriend.

"Unless what?"

"He's working for another mafia undercover. He's not working for CCPD, Joe's made that clear."

"But who would want to take you down? You're the biggest power in this city, it's hardly going to be a small job."

"It's got to be someone who has everything to gain..." he muses, and you sense he's holding something back. "Someone who could completely take over the city if I'm out of the picture. I'm not exactly known to share." You give an understanding smile at that. Harry's territorial about everything, though especially over you.

"So what are we going to do about it?" you ask, watching his electric blue eyes flicker with an idea.

"For now, rest and prepare for the unexpected. I'll have the team do some digging around, while Joe looks for anything suspicious or out of the ordinary on his end." He kisses your lips before trailing his own over your jaw. You run a hand through his hair, sighing at his kisses.

"We should get out of bed and get some breakfast."

"Mmm, in a minute," he replies, kissing you again a few more times.

"Harry..." You giggle between kisses, managing to wiggle out of his hold and climb out of bed. "Come cook with me."

You hold out your hand and he kicks the covers off of him, taking it as you lead him to the kitchen, intent on making pancakes for breakfast.

Whilst attempting to find the pancake mix, you finally notice it's on the top shelf. You're on your tiptoes stretching to reach for it. Harry's dress shirt that you're wearing rides up and shows off your panties to him. A new and ridiculously expensive pair he's recently bought you.