Primrose Path (A Harry Wells x Reader Insert)

Chapter 28

You met up with the girls at lunch and discussed your attack plan for the day. Iris seems to know all the best wedding dress shops across the city, so you'll follow her lead today. You can't wait to find the one. You're sure you'll just know when you try it on. It'll be a unique moment that will be impossible to miss.

"Come on!" Iris insists, dragging you into the shop, "This place has such a stunning collection, you'll die!"

"How do you even know all this?" Caitlin asks.

"I may or may not have already bought a dress for when that slow-poke boyfriend of mine pops the question."

You giggle. Leave it to Iris to be prepared for any and all situations before they happen.

"Fast in the field, slow in the relationship," Caitlin chimes in while shaking her head.

They've taken you to all the fanciest bridal boutiques in Central City. You told yourself you would simply try on a few dresses to quench the women's thirst to see you in one. Window shopping was all it would be - no final decisions - just browsing.

At one point, you try on a mermaid-style gown and step out near the mirrors and couches where the girls sit. They ooh and aww at you.

"Damn, that looks great on you," Iris says.

"You think?" you ask.

"Oh, for sure!" Caitlin adds. "Iris, make a note of this one." A woman comes over and offers your trio champagne flutes while complimenting your dress choice. You take a sip, but end up downing the whole drink.

"So... what's it like having Jesse around? It's meant to be a big deal, meeting your significant other's children," Iris asks and you immediately look awkwardly at the ground. "Really? That bad?"

"Iris, she hates me." You let out a long sigh and chew on your lower lip. "She thinks I'm some slutty golddigger or something, manipulating her dad to get what I want... She thinks he's under some sort of spell."

"Jesse was always hard-headed," Caitlin tries to comfort you, "she just needs some time to adjust to this new situation. Harry's her dad, after all."

"I know that. It's just so uncomfortable. Any time I'm in the same room as her, she makes some little quip or a backhanded compliment. I don't give Harry any affection outside of our bedroom now, just in case she's around. I know it's her house too, and first , but I feel like I'm being driven out..."

"Oh no, (Y/N), that's horrible."

"I'm sure she'll come around."

"That's what Harry said. But you don't see the way she looks at me! It's like I'm the devil or something!"

"Well, this dress makes you look like a total angel."

You admire yourself in the mirror, doing little turns and swishes of your dress.

"It does, doesn't it?"

"It's so you."

"I agree," Caitlin chimes in.

"You're not just saying that?"

"Not at all."

"Of course not."

You read them as sincere and smile wide.

"Good. Because I think it's the one."

"Wait, wait, you need to put the veil on!" Iris exclaims, scrambling from her seat to bring you the pièce de résistance. The beautiful ivory lace falls magnificently around you. It's like this final piece makes you realize what it is you're doing here.