Rewrite the Stars (A Harry Wells x Reader Insert)

Chapter 8

~Him~

Something had shifted between us last night. Something words can't even describe - but the result of this unspoken shift with (Y/N) was the two of us sharing a bed.

And maybe a few other passionate moments.

(Y/N) was still lying in bed when I was ready to leave the next morning. She'd been watching me hurry around the penthouse, and truthfully, I had a lot still on my mind. I knew we still had at least one other event to attend this week and she was going to need more clothes to wear.

Pulling out my wallet, I slid one of the cards out of it and passed it over to her.

"Take this," I told her as she shifted under the sheets, "and if you have any issues when charging it, call the hotel, alright?" (Y/N) took the card from me and frowned at it.

"Ugh, more shopping." She looked disgusted by the idea.

"What? I thought you'd be happy. You bought a lovely dress last time," I said, frowning at her as she tried burying her face in the sheets. "(Y/N)?"

Poking her head back out slightly, she looked up at me. "It didn't turn out to be that much fun... The staff in the shops were mean to me..."

"Mean to you?" She gave a little nod, and the subtle pout on her lips made me want to deal with the people who made her feel so poorly. "Well, we can't have that. I can't have that." I took out my phone on the spot and called Jack and told him to push today's meeting back.

"Why did you do that?" (Y/N) asked me.

"Because," I said, "I'm taking you to the best shops in this city personally, we're going to torment the sale staff, and buy you whatever your heart desires. I want you to enjoy yourself."

"Really?" she said, the hope in her voice was unmistakable.

"Really."

Her saddened expression lifted at once and was replaced with a huge grin. "Oh, Harry, thank you," she said, throwing her arms around my neck and hugging me tightly.

For a second, I didn't quite know how to react, but I then hugged her back, relishing in the fact that I'd been able to make her happy.

"You're welcome. Now, come on, get dressed, and we'll get going."

~

"Harry, they're all looking at me again! Like last time."

I held her hand on our way to the first shop. My mission for today was clear: make her feel comfortable.

"They're not looking at you. They're looking at me," I said, trying to extinguish her anxiety, "I'm a good-looking, world-renowned genius with piles of money. That's what happens when you go out with me."

She laughed at that but held my hand a little tighter all the same. We entered our first shop, a large department store which I knew would have a wide selection of different clothes, shoes and accessories for her to choose from.

She looked around in awe as soon as we walked in, and I delighted at her renewed enthusiasm.

I wasn't going to let anything ruin this trip for her. Namely, the department store workers already zoning in on her feeling up the fabric of the clothing.

"Pardon me, Miss, may I help you?" Her body visibly froze when one of the sales clerks went up to her. I better get in there.

"Harrison Wells," I butted in with a firm handshake. "Tell me, do you have anything in this store as beautiful as my lovely lady, here?" (Y/N) grinned at me and inched a bit closer to where I stood.