Primrose Path (A Harry Wells x Reader Insert)

Chapter 31

There were only five days left until the wedding and here you sit biting your nails because the bridal shop had taken their sweet time with alterations to the bridesmaid dresses. Their phone call late this morning to inform you they're ready both relieves and infuriates you. Jesse must hear your clipped reply to the person on the other line because she offers to go pick up the dresses from the shop this afternoon in your place. She is insistent, and rather excited, now that she's officially one of your bridesmaids too. Jesse also mentions that she still needs to pick out a wedding gift for you and her dad.

You busy yourself all day with more baking and calling to check on every business involved with your wedding. Are you still booked for the venue? Do they remember you wanted white cake instead of yellow cake? And the flowers! God forbid the shop you've hired gets the flowers all wrong!

But as the day turns to evening, there is still no word from Jesse. She's been gone for quite a while now, and frankly, you're starting to worry.

It shouldn't take that long to do these tasks. Maybe she got distracted? Caught up with some old friends? Continued her own shopping? You really shouldn't worry. She's Harry's daughter, for goodness sake! She can take care of herself.
You pace the bedroom floor as Harry comes into the room, grabbing his black cap and places it on his head. He must be about to go somewhere.

"What is it now?" you ask.

"I'm meeting with Oliver Queen."

"You mean Mayor Queen? Of Star City? What business do you have with him?" Harry stays silent at your question, but you take a shot at it. "Wait- don't tell me the mayor of Star City is a mob boss, too?"

"Okay," Harry concedes, "then I won't."

"What's the down-low? It must be pretty big if you're meeting."

"One of our common enemies has resurfaced," Harry explains. "Damien Darhk. Deals with magic, if you can believe that. We're creating an alliance between our teams. We'll need all the man and woman-power in order to stop whatever Darhk might bring."

You nod, taking this all in.

"I'll probably be late tonight, fair warning, okay?" he says.

"Okay. I'll be here. I'll leave some food out for you," you offer. "Sound good?"

"Sounds perfect." His hand rests on your waist as he kisses you. Your heart swells and you are reminded of the special baby topic you've meant to bring up with him.

"Oh, and I don't want to keep you any longer, but I'd like to talk to you about something when you get back."

"Is it bad news? Or am I in trouble?" he jokes.

"No, not bad at all. But go, we'll talk later."

"Alright. See you later. I love you."

"Bye. Love you, too."

Not ten minutes later, your phone rings on the bed in front of you. The screen reads Jesse, accompanied by a picture of her and Harry that you'd taken earlier that week.

"Jesse! I was starting to get worried, where-"

"(Y/N), help! Get Dad-!" Jesse cuts you off, sounding frantic and scared to death.

"-How rude..." comes a second voice - a man's. Your head is spinning as it tries to comprehend what's happening.

"Who is this?" you ask, trying your best not to sound frightened. "What have you done to Jesse?"

"This must be Mrs. Wells to-be, yes? Yes, Jesse and I were just having a talk about your upcoming ceremony. I'm a fan of the bridesmaids' dresses... such a lovely blue." The voice on the other end of the call is calm, threatening, and strangely enough, amused. His tone is so casual that you immediately feel the danger. You have a horrible feeling as to who this voice belongs to.