Rewrite the Stars (A Harry Wells x Reader Insert)

Chapter 6

~Him~

I was late. Of course, I'd never admit that out loud, but it was still a fact.

I marched into the Plaza's lobby returning from my meeting while scouring the place for (Y/N). I couldn't find her. Was she still getting ready? Or had she left?

Someone walked up next to me, and I recognized the man to be Joe West, the manager of the Plaza. He always made sure my stay was to my liking and had always been a great help.

"Doctor Wells, hello," he greeted me, "I have a message for you."

"I have somewhere I need to be, so if you could leave it-"

"It's from your niece," he clarified, and I looked at him for a second, wholly lost (as I was an only child), before I realized what he was getting at. (Y/N). I had brought an escort into a five-star establishment. I should have seen this coming.

"I think we both know she's not my niece," I replied, looking West in the eye.

"Yes, sir."

"What's the message, then?"

"She's waiting for you in the lounge," he said, indicating with his head in the direction I needed to go.

"Thank you."

Before I took my leave, West remarked, "She's an intriguing woman." I stopped, and damn it if I didn't smile in front of the other man as I thought about how true it was.

"I'm well aware."

I walked across to the lounge, scanning the face of everyone I could see in order to locate her, but it seemed to be pointless. I did a full circuit of the room and then one on the spot but to no avail.

Had West been mistaken? Had my tardiness left her disheartened enough to leave?

I did another slow turn, and this time, when I looked over my shoulder, I saw her. She sat at the bar, her back to me initially, but now she'd turned around and was smiling softly at me.

In one word, she was a vision.

The dress she bought today... I didn't even know how to express myself adequately. (Y/N) had stolen my breath with the way she looked tonight. It was a black (a woman after my own heart) cocktail dress which came down almost to her knee and had short lace sleeves. The small jewelled embellishments glittered in the light of the lounge.

I gaped as she gracefully stood from her seat, and watched as she approached me. I'm not sure I could explain the emotions currently coursing through me as my eyes roamed over every inch of her.

It was a transformation, but only in the sense of what my money had done for her. She was beautiful, I'd thought so since the moment we'd met, but only now could you see how she shone.

When she reached me, she carefully straightened my tie and then met my gaze.

"You're late," she said, attempting to sound chastising.

"You're stunning."

I immediately saw the smile begin to grace her features. "You're forgiven," she said, giggling, and I saw the slight colour that rose in her cheeks.

"Shall we go to dinner?" I held out my arm for her, which she took, and led her to the car I had arranged to take us to the restaurant a few blocks away.

When we entered the restaurant, I saw her wringing her hands in front of her. It was the way I felt inside, though I kept an impenetrable front otherwise.

"Stop fidgeting, there's nothing for you to worry about," I assured her.

The hostess showed us to the table where Ramon, and his associate Allen, were already seated. They stood up when we arrived, and it was impossible to miss the look of shock on their faces as I walked up with (Y/N) beside me. Whether it be from her beauty alone or the fact that this woman was with me, I couldn't be sure, but for the sake of things, I assumed it to be the former.