Primrose Path (A Harry Wells x Reader Insert)

Chapter 36

"Aww, look, babe. Oliver tries to get sappy in this one!"

It's late morning and you're sitting at the kitchen table in your silky black dressing gown opening wedding cards. There are so many sweet cards from your friends and families and even some of Harry's employees!

Harry laughs at the thought while stirring his coffee. You go to open another envelope from the pile, picking a solid black one. Opening it, you find a matching black card with no name.

Just the words in a shimmering silver:

Congratulations to the King and Queen. I await our final match.

You suck in a breath and drop the card from your fingers like you've been burned. The chair squeals as you get up to leave the room.

"Flower?" you hear Harry call, but you continue to walk out of the house and into the garden, stopping at the fountain's edge where you can't prevent the sobs from escaping you.

All that time in Darhk's prison comes flooding back and you feel like you can barely breathe.

Harry walks over to the table to see what it was that had made you upset. He picks up the card, and after reading the ominous words, he rips it to pieces. You thought you'd be okay once you'd returned home from the whole Darhk situation. Clearly, he still had a hand on the Queen.

***

A few days after the wedding card incident, you still feel restless, twitchy, and fall in and out of these strange dazes. Darhk has gotten under your skin. Even now, you couldn't quite feel normal again and were always looking over your shoulder despite being in the safety of your own home and Harry's seemingly constant hovering presence. It's as if Damien had left a permanent curse of uneasiness within you after everything he had done.
And it was killing Harry.

"Flower. Pack your bags," he says abruptly one afternoon, catching you staring out the window at nothing.

"Pack my what?" This catches your attention.

"We're leaving," he puts simply.

"For where?"

"Fiji."

You stammer a string of nonsense. Fiji? What in the world? Surely, he must be joking.

"We're going on our honeymoon," he tells you. "We're getting you out of here. Somewhere where we - mainly you - can relax and of course, put this horrid thing that happened far behind us. To start anew." Harry moves carefully toward you to rub your shoulders. You tilt your head back and close your eyes at his touch. "Just imagine - crystal blue water, white sandy beaches..." His words help you to create a gorgeous mental image in your head. It does sound pretty amazing right about now.

Harry continues, "No work, no worries, no interruptions. Just enjoying each other's company as husband and wife..."

You twist your head around to look him in the eyes, and instantly you feel a wave of comfort wash over you.

Maybe this is precisely what you need to move on.

You give Harry a little nod and a smile, getting up from your spot by the window. He pecks your lips before you pass him and head towards the stairs.

"So, how long should I pack for...?" you ask over your shoulder.

"Two weeks as a starting point, but we'll stay for however long you want," he replies.

You hurry upstairs and start pulling out any beach-worthy outfits you can find from your closet. You find the packing process soothing and you begin to relax more as you think about standing on a beach in Harry's arms.

***

The next morning, Cisco breaches you and Harry to a stretch of beach in Fiji. You know Harry owns at least two private jets, but this saves you both from travelling and the subsequent jetlag so that you can enjoy the most amount of time with each other.

Harry carries your bag and his own up the beach towards the only house you can see for nearly a mile in either direction.

"Harry, this place... it's incredible," you say in awe. Staring around, the ground below your feet changes from fine, white sand to a pale stone path that leads past a crystal blue pool and up to the villa itself. Palm trees surround the area in front of the beach, providing shade for the sun loungers decked with cream cushions and a sheltered seating area over to one side.

The building itself is white to reflect the vast amount of sunlight with tall pillars supporting an overhanging roof and balconies for both visible rooms on the first floor.

You can barely take it all in.

You reach the rear of the villa. The folding doors are open, revealing the interior of the place, which was just as gorgeous as the outside - all stylishly furnished. Surprisingly cool too, given the heat of the sun outside.

"You must be Doctor and Mrs. Wells," a woman says, coming through the open-plan ground floor and shakes Harry's hand and then yours when she reaches you. "The place is all yours, Sir. Here are your keys and I hope you enjoy it here. I believe congratulations are in order as well," she says with a broad smile as Harry takes your hand and returns the gesture.

"Thank you," Harry replies, accepting the keys, "I'm sure we'll be very happy here."

"Well, if you need anything, don't hesitate to call!" the woman replies brightly before giving you a parting nod and a smile and leaves the building to you and Harry.

"How long did you book this place for?" you ask after she's gone, still not able to stop looking around, gently gliding your fingers over the cushions.

"Book? No, Flower, I bought it."

You look at him, completely stunned. "You... bought it?"

"Yeah," he says with a little smile, wrapping his arms around you from behind and kissing your neck. "Call it a wedding present for my beautiful and incredible wife."

"Harry..." You're utterly speechless. This man will never cease to amaze you.

You turn in his arms and bring your own around his neck, pressing your lips firmly against his in a kiss to convey all your love for him. "I can't believe the things you do for me..."

"Baby, I would do anything for you, you know that," Harry replies gently, one hand coming up to play with a strand of your hair that frames your face. "You're my everything."

You instantly lean up on your toes and kiss him again, this one longer and full of yearning. Your lips part with a soft smack and you look up at Harry, nibbling on your lip with a little gleam in your eye.

"How do you feel about checking out the master bedroom?" you ask coyly, your hand snaking down and taking his. "I think that the bed might need... breaking in."

A genuine smile breaks out on Harry's face as he laces your fingers together. You suddenly realize that this is the first time you've shown interest in taking him to bed since your wedding night. Since before your bubble of contentment had been burst. His plan to distract you in this far away haven seems to be working already.

"I think that's a wonderful idea, Flower."

You spend a couple of days either lying on the beach and tanning, swimming in the pool or the sea or spending some quality time with your husband in your bedroom. Just you and him, just as he'd promised.