Rewrite the Stars (A Harry Wells x Reader Insert)

Chapter 7

~Her~

Harry had been gone for hours, and I was starting to feel restless. There was only so much you could do in a penthouse suite before you exhausted every option of entertainment.

And I was a little worried about him. He'd disappeared so suddenly earlier, and I knew something was off.

So I decided to look for him.

I shrugged on my hotel robe (which I swore I would take home with me at the end of the week) and heard the special contents of the pockets crinkle. It was a force of habit for me by this point, carrying around protection.

Harry hadn't told me where he'd intended on going and I wasn't sure whether it was because he didn't want to be found or whether he hadn't known himself at that point. I imagined maybe he was at the bar or somewhere down in the lobby, but I didn't want to go searching for him in my new nightdress which I'd bought earlier, so I picked up the phone on his desk and called down to reception to see if they knew where he'd gone. The woman informed me that his key card had been used to access the roof a while ago and he hadn't left. I thanked her and grabbed the spare key near the door and left the suite, heading in the direction of the roof as well.

I wasn't sure if my presence would help in any way, but I had to try something.

Once in the elevator, I pushed the very top button - one higher than the floor we were already on - which indicated it would take me to the rooftop's 'Executive Pool.'

I managed to find it no problem, and it was almost completely deserted, save for the one man swimming the length of the luxurious pool. Not that I'd expected anyone else, but the dark hair bobbing in the water told me that I'd found my missing man. I took a few slow steps forwards towards the edge of the pool, the water glistening in the lights scattered around the edge of the roof and running around the interior of the pool wall.

Harry swam away from me, so I took the opportunity to sit down on the edge, directly in his path so that he'd spot me when he swam back up. I made sure that my robe splayed out behind me where I sat so that it didn't get wet, the ribbon still tied around my waist, and I slid my legs into the water, finding it surprisingly warm.

He touched off at the other end and started his way back in my direction, arms diving precisely into the water with each stroke. And with the closer he got, the better I was able to see how impressive and strong they looked. I found my heart sped up a bit as he swam even closer to where I waited for him.

When he reached me, he touched the wall on either side of me, slowly putting his feet on the floor and standing to his full height in front of me. The drops of water cascaded down his muscular torso and I saw his biceps flex in the low light as he smoothed his wet hair back from his face. He looked gorgeous, and I swallowed quickly.

"I was getting lonely downstairs all by myself," I said, kicking my feet back and forth slowly in the water, not really sure what else to say.

"I'm sorry," he said, looking away and placing his hands on the edge on both sides of me, boxing me in. His apology surprised me. Why should he apologize? It wasn't like he was meant to be entertainingme. "I just needed time to think."

It was when he met my eyes, at last, that I felt something strange. I didn't know what it was, but it spiked yet again when his hands deftly undid my robe, pulling the white fabric away from my body, and went to rest on my waist over my nightdress. The way he held me, it was searching, desperate even. It was like he was touching me for the first time again. Gently, he brought his head down to rest against my middle, his wet hair making my clothes slightly damp, but I couldn't bring myself to care.