Summary: The reader is drunk, and she forget the most important thing in her life.
A/N: Please note that I have made some minor changes to this story, adding extra details and emotions to enhance the reading experience while keeping the core plot intact. Enjoy the sweet twists and amplified character emotions!
You woke up in your workshop the next morning, still feeling the effects of the alcohol. The memories of last night's party were hazy as you tried to recall what had happened. As you stumbled out of bed, your feet touched the cold concrete floor of the Star Labs corridor. The headache intensified, and you longed for the festivities to continue. Confusion washed over you as you saw your friends gathered in the cortex, seemingly engaged in a serious discussion.
"Hey, party people! Where's the party?" you slurred, swaying back and forth in the entrance of the cortex.
Your intoxicated state drew all eyes towards you, but you just flashed a smile and made your way to the monitors, hopping onto the table in the cortex.
"Still drunk, (Y/N)?" Barry asked, his brow raised in confusion.
"Drunk? Pffft... No!" you replied, closing your eyes for a moment.
"Mosquito... did you steal my drink? It's missing," you frowned at Cisco, purposely giving him a playful nickname.
"It's Cisco, not mosquito," Cisco corrected you, shooting you an annoyed look that you secretly found endearing.
"They're practically the same," you smirked.
"No, they're not," Cisco retorted, annoyed by your teasing.
"But seriously, where is my drink? The blue one?" you inquired, searching the room with bleary eyes.
Barry interrupted, asking, "What exactly did you drink last night before we left?"
"Before you all left? Did... did you all leave? Is the party already over?" you asked, feeling a bit lost.
"Dude, focus!" Cisco yelled, trying to snap you back to reality.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Oh, I remember now!" you exclaimed.
"What?" Barry asked, curiosity piqued.
"I forget again," you said, closing your eyes briefly.
"Dude, wake up!" Cisco shook you, urging you to come back to your senses.
Opening your eyes, you saw Cisco looking at you expectantly. "Fine! The delicious drink that Caitlin was hiding in the med bay. Yeah, that's the one," you proudly declared.
"Wait, what!?" Caitlin exclaimed, her eyes narrowing at you.
"Easy, my friend. I'm okay," you reassured her, taking a deep breath before jumping off the table to grab another drink.
"Where are you going?" Barry questioned, concerned, as he grabbed your wrist.
"I need a drink," you insisted, trying to break free from Barry's hold.
"No, enough," Barry said, his grip firm.
"What?! No, Barry, I need more drink, please!" you pleaded, attempting to run away from his grasp.
"No, (Y/N), Harry will be mad at us," Cisco chimed in, hoping to deter you.
"Get up, Barry. We need to fix (Y/N) before Harry gets—" Cisco was cut off by someone clearing their throat. The team turned their heads to see Harry leaning against the door of the cortex, arms folded.
"What did you all do while I was gone?" Harry asked the team, his voice laced with bitterness.
"Shot," Cisco muttered under his breath, knowing they were in trouble.
Your heart skipped a beat at the sound of Harry's voice. You had developed a significant crush on the grumpy scientist since his arrival on Earth-1, but you never thought you'd have the chance to be close to him.
"Hey, Harry, how was your little trip to Earth-2?" you called out, trying to keep your voice light and cheery.
"It's Earth-2, and my daughter Jesse is doing fine," Harry responded, correcting your mistake.
"So, I'll ask you guys again, what did you all do to (Y/N)?" Harry asked, narrowing his gaze at each member of Team Flash.
"She accidentally drank Barry's alcohol that Caitlin made for him, so it's definitely Caitlin's fault," Cisco quickly pointed a finger at his friend.
"It's not my fault that she drank it. It's Barry's fault," Caitlin defended herself, pointing an accusing finger at the young speedster.
"What? Why me?" Barry protested, feeling slightly attacked.
"Dude, it was your idea to have a party in the cortex," Cisco reminded him, raising an eyebrow.
"But the reason we had the party was because we just defeated the freaking meta—" Barry tried to explain before Harry cut him off.
"Enough!" Harry's voice echoed through the room, silencing everyone.
Harry's frustration radiated through his words as he scolded the team. "Enough! It's all your faults."
Realizing the severity of the situation, Harry approached you and firmly grasped your wrist, pulling you towards the cortex exit.
"No... I don't want to sleep, Harry. I want more drink!" you protested, resisting his hold.
"No, you're not," Harry replied sternly, determination in his eyes.
You continued struggling against Harry's grip, desperately wanting to escape and find more alcohol. In your blurry vision, you noticed a glint on Harry's finger. Your heart sank as you realized he was wearing a ring. When did he get married? You couldn't recall any mention of it. Who was the lucky woman? Tears welled up in your eyes, and you felt a sense of loss wash over you. You had longed to tell Harry about your feelings, but it seemed too late now.
Harry noticed your teary eyes and questioned you with an annoyed tone, "What's your problem? Are you crying?"
"Y-You're engaged," you stammered, tears streaming down your face.
"What's the big deal if I am married?" Harry retorted, his voice laced with irritation.
"Because... because... never mind. Just leave me already," you said, defeated, as you slumped onto your bed.
"Hey, tell me," Harry's voice softened as he gently touched your shoulder, making you flinch at his touch.
"Because... it's too late to tell you that... that I love you, Harry Wells. I really, really love you. When you came to this Earth, I never thought I'd fall in love with you. I'm a coward. I wish I had told you about my feelings sooner... I wish I had confessed to you. But I was afraid you'd yell at me or push me away. I was afraid of rejection," you poured out your heart, your voice filled with vulnerability.
Finally, the words were out, but you felt a sense of futility. It seemed pointless now, knowing that Harry would live his life with someone else—the person he had married. You would have to go on living without him by your side.
Harry stood frozen, taking in everything you had just confessed. He exhaled deeply, closing his eyes for a brief moment to collect his thoughts. When he opened them, he saw you sitting on the bed, tears staining your face.
"I think you should go to sleep. You need to rest," Harry said, his voice tender, yet filled with concern.
"I don't want to sleep, Harry! I need more drink!" you protested, determined to continue drowning your sorrows.
"Where is your ring?" Harry pointed at your hand, his voice stern.
"What ring?!" you shouted back, confused.
"THE ONE I GAVE YOU WHEN I ASKED YOU TO MARRY ME!" Harry yelled, his frustration evident.
Harry abruptly stood up from the bed, walked toward you, and cupped your cheeks, closing the distance between the two of you. In an unexpected turn of events, he passionately kissed you, a mix of emotions flowing through the moment. When you finally pulled apart, gasping for air, Harry rested his forehead against yours and whispered softly.
"You need to rest, my love," Harry said, his eyes locked onto your beautiful (E/C) eyes. He cherished looking into your eyes; they brought him a sense of calm. As he broke away from the embrace, he glanced back at you, giving you a wink before heading to the door of your room.
"And don't drink again, Mrs. Wells," Harry said, a hint of playfulness in his tone as he made his way back to the cortex. You remained frozen in disbelief, questioning whether the effects of Barry's alcohol were playing tricks on your mind.
Harry entered the cortex, catching the attention of the team. He cleared his throat, narrowing his eyes at each member.
"Don't let (Y/N) drink again. She just freaking forgot that she's married to me. Is that clear?" Harry asserted, his gaze piercing.
All of Team Flash nodded, understanding the seriousness of Harry's request.
"Of course, Harry," Caitlin replied, her voice filled with sincerity.
"Yes," Barry chimed in, feeling a sense of responsibility.
"Aye, aye, Captain," Cisco quipped, flashing a mischievous smile at Harry.
Harry glared at Cisco, causing the young scientist to quickly retreat towards the exit of the cortex to grab some coffee.
"Harry, stop doing that. You scared him," Barry defended his friend, hoping to diffuse the tension.
"He's still afraid of me," Harry stated, a smirk playing on his lips as he observed the aftermath of his outburst.
