Rewrite the Stars (A Harry Wells x Reader Insert)

Chapter 9

~Her~

"It smells like death here," I said, maybe a little too loudly, looking around at the hundreds of people dressed to the nines for this horse racing event. I dropped to a whisper, "What if someone recognizes me?"

Harry looked at me fondly, which already made me feel better. "Impossible. No one from here frequents your part of town. You'll be fine," he reassured me. His arms hugged my waist before he took my hands in his. "And you look beautiful."

No matter how many times he told me that, I didn't think I'd ever get tired of hearing it. I smiled sweetly up at him, flattening the skirt of my white day-dress as I looked around the place.

There were quite a few eyes on us, probably more because of Harry than me, since I noticed the vast majority of them were women who looked like they might fall at his feet at any second. Though he seemed totally unfazed by it all.

"Come on," Harry said quietly in my ear before guiding me closer to a small gathering of women who were animatedly talking to each other about the upcoming races. I heard a gasp.

"Harrison? Harrison Wells ?" one of the women called enthusiastically. Each head in the group turned at the same time, and it freaked me out, like something out of a horror movie.

"Well, aren't we truly blessed?" said another in a humongous hat. I already noticed my fidgeting and stopped, trying to stand up a little straighter. I knew that's what Harry would have told me to do if he could.

"Ladies," he greeted them politely. The one in outdated shoulder pads giggled loudly just at that, and I had to stop myself from rolling my eyes. They couldn't have been more obvious if they tried.

"This is my friend, (Y/N) (Y/L/N)," he introduced me, and I shook hands with each of them whilst trying to keep up a gracious smile. Harry looked as though he was about to ask one of the women a question when he seemed to spot someone else a little further across the room.

"Excuse me," he said to the group and then lowered his voice. "I won't be a minute," he told me, slipping his hand out of mine and leaving me with these women who seemed to encroach on me as soon as Harry was out of earshot.

"So you're the flavour of the month?" Big Hat commented. What is that supposed to mean? I almost exploded from trying not to frown.

"I'm sorry?"

"Oh, aren't you aware, sweetie?" said Shoulder Pads. "Harrison has a new lady friend nearly every month. He is the most eligible bachelor around these days. Consider yourself lucky, every woman here has been trying to land him."

I snatched a glass of champagne from a wandering waitstaff person and took a swig. "Yeah, well, I'm not trying to land him, I'm just using him for sex." I finished off my drink and handed it to one of the women, leaving with a "Toodle-oo."

I hurried away as fast as I could get away with and did a rapid scan of the room, quickly spotting Harry's unmistakable tall frame where he was talking to a blond man. Heading towards them and eager to get away from the group I think I'd just stunned into silence, I caught Harry's eye as I approached. He waved me over.

"(Y/N)," he said when I reached him, "I'd like you to meet Jack Calhorn, my business advisor. Jack, this is (Y/N) (Y/L/N)."

I shook his hand but straightaway got a vibe from the guy that I seriously didn't like. And I wasn't entirely sure that it was the same kind of general snooty rich person one which I got from everyone else here.

"Ah, it's wonderful to finally meet you, (Y/N)," Jack said smoothly, "Harrison mentioned he already had a date, but I didn't believe him!"

"Yup, that's me."