Sucker For You | Harrison Wells Fanfic

Chapter Three

Finishing his tea, Harry placed the cup on the table. He shifted in his position.

I looked up at him wondering if he was alright. Sitting up, I smiled at him, looking at him intently.

Placing his elbow on the sofa, he rested his head on his balled fist. "What do you want now, you naughty little girl?" He asked me as a faint smile spread across his lips.

"I want you, daddy," I smirked, gripping his shirt.

"Oho! Now," he said, removing my hand from his shirt and taking it in his. "Let's calm down,"

Jerking my hand away, I laid down on his chest once more. Humming to myself, I drew circles on his clothed chest.

Harry looked down at me and tucked the strands of hair that fell over my face, neatly behind my ears. I smiled at his gesture.

He was definitely warming up to me. The change in his behavior made it evident that he was beginning to enjoy my company.

And me, on the other hand, I'm one lost girl. After this happened to me, no matter how hard I tried to get on with my normal life, it wouldn't work. I'd turn invisible at times and places that I absolutely did not need to. I had no control over it. And I didn't know how to, either.
That's why I'm here, at STAR Labs.
My stealth and ability to walk through material, are to blame and to thank for this. Otherwise, I wouldn't be here.
But now, I'm becoming completely ignorant of what I'm here for. My attraction to this man, is getting the best of me, and there's nothing I can do about it.

"Harry?" I mumbled. "Are you sleeping?"

"For once, you were lost in deep thought," he muttered. "I was appreciating the silence,"

Chuckling, I pinched his stomach.

"Hey!" He yelled as he shifted in his seat, laughing. 

"You're insults are so subtle," I made a pout. Sitting up I looked at him. "I cook a meal for you and you insult me in exchange? You're so mean!" I looked away.

"Now, Lilian," Harry said, trying to make me look at him. "Look at me,"

"No," I sat up on the sofa, between his legs with my back facing him.

He pulled my shoulder, attempting to turn me around. I jerked it, so that he would stop.

Sighing, Harry stood up and walked towards his bedroom.

Is he really going to leave me here? Seriously?

I sat on the sofa for solid twenty minutes, as bitter thoughts ran through my mind.

"Aren't you going to sleep, Lilian?"

I hugged my knees even tighter, curling up into a ball on the sofa, refusing to reply.

Third person POV

Sighing deeply, Harry walked into his room without a word, unable to comprehend the girl's stubbornness.

Soon, she fell asleep on the sofa. Although she had her own bed in a little room, in the 'mansion', she chose to sleep on the sofa that night. Partly because she was upset, but mostly because the smell of the leather still had Harry's scent on it.

She fell into a deep slumber; too deep to notice that Harry had carried her into his bed in his arms.

Laying her down beside him, he pulled the blanket over her petite body. He brushed away the strands of hair that fell on her face and observed her small but elegant visage. Having gazed at her features, he leaned in and pressed his lips on her forehead.

"I swear, Lilian, you've got to be the most mischievous little girl I've come across," he muttered, caressing her cheek.

Feeling his touch, Lilian's eyes fluttered open.

Oh no... Harry thought.

Looking around, she blinked. Still unable to figure out what was going on, she looked up at the man who lay beside her. Their eyes locked for a moment before the girl looked away.

"I'm impressed,"

"Why?" She muttered, looking anywhere but at him.

"You were actually able to stay mad at me for more than one hour," he said, chuckling. "That's an achievement,"

Lilian looked up at him bitterly. She wanted to smile. She wanted to wrap her arms around him and hug him then and there, now that she was finally in his bed.

Of course, she was obsessed with him, but she never went as far as creeping into his bed. She considered it disrespectful.

"Now, are you mad at me, princess?" Harry smiled.

Lilian turned and lay on her back, staring up at the ceiling. She sighed, and gathered the courage to voice the thoughts that had been running through her mind all that time. Pursing her lips, she sat up in his bed. "I'm sorry, Dr. Wells,"

Harry sat up beside her, and looked over at the girl.

"I just... really like you and-," Lilian said, her face heating up, as blobs of tears formed in her brown orbs. "I never meant to bother you or... disturb you," she muttered and took a deep breath.

Lilian's POV

Chuckling, Harry looked at me. "I didn't know you could be this serious about anything,"

Glancing at him briefly, I began to move towards the edge of the bed, to leave.

Wrapping his fingers around my arm, Harry pulled me back down onto the bed. I laid down on my back, surrendering to his grip.
Sliding one arm under my body and around my shoulders, he pulled me closer.

I gulped, looking up at him.

Of course, I was all over him most of the time, but this is probably the first time he's taken the initiative.

Letting out a breath, he stared into my brown orbs.

Scrunching my nose and frowning at him, I leaned in and bit his cheek.

"What are you doing!?" He started laughing uncontrollably.

Letting go, I nuzzled my nose into his cheek. "Revenge," I mumbled and bit him once more.

"Cut that out, Lilian," he continued to laugh.

Giggling, shifted in my position and cuddled up comfortably.

"Satisfied now?"

Getting back up, I turned, putting my weight on my elbows. I gazed at him and muttered, "No,"

Sighing, Harry rubbed his temples.

Wrapping my fingers around his wrist, I forced his hand away from his face and pecked his lips. "Goodnight, Nash," I giggled, snuggling up to his chest before he could say anything.