Primrose Path (A Harry Wells x Reader Insert)

Chapter 21

Three months.

Three months and he still can't get you out of his mind. He'd taken to drinking (probably too much) and frequented bars more than he had in a long time. But it helped. Or so he kept telling himself.

In reality, drinking was an attempt at distracting himself, distracting himself from remembering you and your beautiful smile. Your cheerful laugh and kind heart... The list went on.

No, it's over and done with, he keeps telling himself when his own memories rush through his head reminding him that he'd lost something. Maybe everything.

Harry hangs his head over his scotch at the hotel's bar counter. Was it a mistake to visit the same place he'd taken you on your first date? Probably. But Harry was wallowing in his misery and this fueled it even more. Just as another painfully happy memory of you and him together surfaces, he tosses back the remains of his drink and immediately asks the bartender for another.

"Let me get that one for you," comes a sultry woman's voice.

He turns his head to look to his right, in the direction the voice had come from and finds to whom it belongs. A leggy woman takes the seat beside him, placing her clutch on the bar and flicking her hair over one shoulder as she watches him, resting her chin delicately on her hand, elbow on the bar's shiny surface.

She's undeniably pretty, dark hair falling past her shoulders in loose curls, tight purple dress down to her mid-thighs.

"You look a little rough there, handsome... Want to share what's on your mind?"

Harry raises an eyebrow at her. A pretty stranger coming to sit down next to him... maybe this is what he needs.

"Hmph, broken heart. I should've known it was too good to be true." He narrows his eyes, looking down at his drink. That ache in his chest returns. "I shouldn't have tried to pursue anything with her. We're two different people from two different worlds. Shouldn't have... And now... "

It's like big block letters flash in his mind: IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT. This is why he had sworn off relationships in the first place. They always end in heartbreak. Someone always gets hurt. Or worse.

Always.

The woman pouts her sympathies and puts her hand on his thigh in comfort, but it's obvious that's not what she's after with Harry.

"And the drink doesn't cut it, huh?" she asks, taking a sip of her own as she moves a little further forward on her stool. "Sounds as though you need something else to help... clear your head?"

He hears the suggestive undertones in her voice, glancing at her again and running his eyes quickly down her body and back up. Perhaps it was the drinks talking, but he thinks she might be right.

"What else could I lose?" He downs his fresh drink before cocking his head to the side, pushing his empty glass forward and giving her a sly smile. She laughs loudly, but the sound doesn't even begin to compare to the one he already stores in his mind. The woman smirks seductively, slapping some cash on the bar and grabs his hand. Her cleavage shows when she gets off the stool and presses herself closer to him.

"Come on, handsome. I'll show you exactly how to let loose."

With no further words exchanged between them, the woman leads Harry out of the bar and up to her hotel room, eyeing him up as if he were a piece of fresh meat. The entire way up, she's handsy with him, feeling him up and trying to get him to relax to her touch. But Harry isn't mentally there. He feels nothing. He's felt nothing since he left you.

The woman unlocks the door to her with her keycard and wastes no time in wrapping her arms around his neck, planting her lips directly on his as soon as the door shuts behind them. His hands automatically find her waist, but it all instantly feels so... wrong.