Primrose Path (A Harry Wells x Reader Insert)

Chapter 23

"Mm." You lull your head to the side, laying on your back. Taking a pillow and cuddling it to your chest, you lazily shift to your side and snuggle into the comfort of the bed. You try to ignore the influx of sunlight filtering in through the blinds. Squeezing your already shut eyes, you take in the smell of food wafting up to the room.

You sigh at the enticing smells in the air, filling your senses. There's definitely bacon mixed in there with... waffles?

There's a gentle knock on the bedroom door.

You hum in acknowledgement of the noise and wrap the sheets around your chest a little more to keep yourself covered as Harry comes into the room with a tray ladened with so many foods you're not sure where your eyes go first.

"Good morning, Flower," Harry says as he places the tray down next to you.

"Harry?" You sit up with one hand holding the covers up to your chest and the other rubbing sleep from your eyes. "What?..."

"I may," he starts slowly with a foolish smile, "have gone overboard with what to make you for breakfast so... I made you all the dishes you like in case you didn't want something in particular."

"You didn't have to do that..." you say, eyeing up the incredible array of food before you. He did all this?

Harry gives you a look.

"No, I know that look," you say tilting your head. "Please stop feeling guilty over this. We just need to put it behind us." Easier said than done, but the least you both could do is try.

You cup his face with both hands over your breakfast and kiss his lips.

"You know it's not that easy..." he replies, voice low and unintentionally sexy.

"I know, baby," you kiss his forehead, "but... I'm here. With you again. And there's no place I'd rather be." He sets the tray on your lap and sits down next to you on the bed.

"Don't tell me you're going to feed me as well?" you joke.

"I mean..."

You give a little laugh and take a bit of the eggs he had prepared. "Mmm, Harry, wow."

You really had missed his culinary skills in the time you'd been apart. You take another mouthful yourself before filling your fork and holding it out to him.

"No, Flower, I made this for you," he says, trying to push your hand away gently.

"You seriously think I can eat all this on my own?" you ask with a laugh, gesturing to the very full tray. "I mean, maybe if I was housing a baby, but I'm not so..." you hold the fork of food up to him again, "you eating with me it is, then."

"I really can't say no, can I?" He grins at you, taking a bite.

"Nope," you smile victoriously before digging into the rest of the spread.

And so, you and Harry spend most of the day in bed, watching movies and talking together. Harry's always got at least one hand on you, usually wrapped around your middle or having you sit in his lap. He waits on you hand and foot, anything you want, he immediately gets for you, even once sending Matthew on an errand to fetch your favourite ice cream.

He has a constant watch on you, never letting you stray from his line of vision for too long thanks to his lingering fear and guilt of the incident. Although, Harry does begrudgingly let you do things on your own, but he never lets you out of his sight for long.

He is extra gentle and loving with you, as if that were even possible.

You're sitting next to Harry in the middle of the bed, watching another film on the flat screen on the wall when your phone rings. Harry pauses the movie and then reaches for your phone on the bedside table, having claimed 'any overstretching could injure you again' and passes it to you.