Primrose Path (A Harry Wells x Reader Insert)

Chapter 22

Caitlin keeps you in the medbay for almost a week, wanting to make sure you're more than ready to be released from her care. Everyday, Harry brings you a massive bouquet of pretty flowers to lighten up the plain room for you. Each bouquet holds a note with a cute and loving message from him, and they all make your heart skip and your cheeks to turn rosy red. Barry and Cisco come in to take care of the flowers sometimes, along with a visit to see how you're doing, although it's usually Caitlin doing this whenever she checks up on you.

Sometimes, when you're dozing off, Harry holds your hand when he visits you and falls asleep next to you in his chair with his head in his arms. You're so grateful to have him back in your life again you almost start to cry some more about it. This whole thing has really unsettled the grasp you once had on your emotions. Honestly, you can't wait for the day when you can be back in your and Harry's huge, comfy bed with him by your side.

On your final day in Caitlin's care, she says, "You're healing well, which is miraculous. So, I'm going to let you go home today. I would suggest that just for a couple more weeks. No extraneous activity or carrying anything heavy."

You and Harry share a look, thinking this restriction would be rather difficult with all the overwhelming emotions and love you've yet to fully demonstrate to each other since getting back together. Lavish bouquets can only say so much.

Harry's hand never leaves yours on the drive back to his place. It feels like it's burning a hole in your skin, but you welcome it because you never thought you'd feel his touch again. He keeps giving you little glances as if not quite believing you were there beside him once more. You squeeze his hand to reassure him as you near his driveway and the house comes into view. It truly feels like coming home, in a way your own place hasn't felt, even since before you'd met Harry.

"Here we are," he breaks the silence that had hung in the air. Bringing your hand up, he kisses the back of it, fingers laced together. "Welcome home, Kitten."

"Home is where you are, Harry."

He helps you out of the vehicle, letting you lean on him as you make your way into the house. It isn't until you both make it into the foyer that your eyes start to well up with tears. It's so strange to be back after all this time and yet so right.

Harry still refuses to drop your hand, and you only part from him for a second when you remove your jacket and shoes. Harry then leads you through into the next room, turning on a few lights in the gathering darkness.

"Everything should be where you left it," he tells you quietly, "I couldn't bring myself to move anything."

You peck his cheek. "Truth be told, I couldn't take off your dog tags. If I did, it made me feel... off. So I just kept them on when...."

"When you couldn't sleep?" he offers.

You nod, squeezing his hand.

"I could never sleep either. Every morning I'd lie there in a daze, hoping you were beside me, Flower. Sound asleep and safe." He looks past you with hesitation in his eyes and doesn't look you in the eyes when he admits, "I killed him."

"What?"

"I killed James. For what he did to you. I couldn't let..." He makes a low sound in the back of his throat and shakes his head.

"Oh, Harry," you need to hold on to him, so your fingers clutch his shirt. "It's okay, it's okay. It's over now." You need to feel him again. It's been so long... He slides his hands carefully around your middle, holding you equally close.

"I'm... I can't tell you how hard it's been," he murmurs as you look up at him, eyes wide and shining with tears, "But it was all my fault..."

You gently press a kiss to his lips, breathing him in, his familiarity so comforting after all this time apart.