Harry Wells x Witch Reader - (Flash): Chapter 4
Walking into the cortex that afternoon, you were a bit surprised no one was around. “Hello? Anybody home.” Harry lifted his head from behind the table, and a grin immediately spread on your lips.
“How do you manage to keep such a grumpy look all the time.”
“This is my neutral expression.”
“Right...so where’s everyone else grumpy wells?”
Harry glared, you really enjoyed agitating him, almost as much as Cisco did.
“There haven't been any recent attacks, so they're enjoying some R&R.” his eyes moved back to whatever project he’d been working on before you came in. The metal gadget on the desk looks foreign to you, but he obviously knew what he was building.
“So why are you still working?”
“Grumpy wells, grumpy wells, grumpy wells!” he dropped the screwdriver in irritation.
“Don’t you have someone else to annoy, I’m busy.”
“I vote that we both go out. “ He just stared at you for a few moments.
“No thank you. I’m working. “ That and he really didn’t think it was a good idea for him to be alone with you. Harry realized a few weeks in that your need to be around him was unnerving. He didn’t like the sparks that rose whenever you cracked a joke or sent him those glistening smiles. Not to mention the age gap. His eyes lowered. He was at least twenty-five years older than you, to make matters worse you barely acknowledge the interactions. He was pining after you one sidedly, what was more pathetic than that.
“I can always zap you with a spell you know.”
“Didn’t you say witches aren’t supposed to harm regular people, I think that falls under harm.” you smile, cheeks tinting red. So he didn’t completely brush off information when you spoke, that was nice to know. He never looked like he ever paid much attention when you were talking, and you were positive you’d never said that to him directly, that must have meant that he was listening whenever Cisco made small inquiries about magic and witches. Still didn’t mean he liked you, but it was start.
“Come on Harrison, I know you can’t be happy cooped up in here all the time. Let’s go out, on me. Please, it’s boring if I’m alone. “
Couldn’t you ask Cisco to hang out with you?
“She’s always around him anyway.” Not that he cared. He wasn’t jealous, nope. Not one bit.
“Ask someone else, I’m busy.”
“I don’t want to ask someone else, I want you.”
You’d never say that to his face.
He reached out for the device on the desk, but a barrier blocked his hand, he paused, fixing his stare on you.
“I remove the block after you come with me.”
“Really, I’d like to think of it as insistent persuasion Grumpy wells, now let's go!”
He didn’t have much of a choice. With a grumble, he grabbed his jacket following you out.
“Chug Chug Chug!!!” you gulped the drink hurriedly and Harry sat at the side, wondering why he’d let you talk him into this. When the bottle was empty you slammed it on the counter, raising your hands as the people around cheered. The guy you were competing against fell off the chair, unto the ground, probably passed out.
“YEAH!!!” you cheered, still smiling at Harry.
He knew for a fact that he’d never go out with you again, that was for sure.
Just when he thought it couldn’t get any worse, you started to navigate towards the stage. Harry ran hand over his face, watching as you instructed the DJ to play you a song. The music filled the club, and apparently it was one most of the audience knew, or at least the women. He figured this is why he avoided clubs.
Queen B, want no smoke with me (okay)
Then turn this motherf---er up eight hundred degree (yeah)
My whole team eat, chef's kiss, she's a treat (mwah)
Ooh, she so bougie, bougie, bon appetit
I'm a savage, attitude nasty (yeah, yeah)
Talk big sh-- but my bank account matchin'
Hood, but I'm classy, rich but I'm ratchet
Haters kept my name in they mouth, now they gaggin', ah, ah
Bougie, he say they way that thang move it's a movie
I told lil' bro we gotta keep it low, leave me the room key
I done bled the block and now it's hot bi---, I'm Tunechi
A mood and I'm moody (ah)
Classy, bougie, ratchet (okay)
Sassy, moody, nasty (hey, hey, yeah, nasty)
Acting stupid, what's happening? (Woah, woah)
Bi---, what's happening? (Woah, woah)
Acting stupid, what's happening? (Woah, woah)
Bi---, what's happening? (Woah, woah)
Bi---, I'm a savage, yeah (okay)
The entire crowd was singing with you. At this moment, he couldn’t bring himself to be mad.
“She looks like she’s having fun.”
The headache you would wake up with tomorrow would be anything but fun, but he didn’t mind, as long as you were smiling.
The music started to die down, and you stumbled off the stage as another clearly intoxicated person took the mic from your hands. A few people gave you high fives as you passed, making your way back to Harry. Your face got even brighter and you jumped right into his arms. He staggered back, not ready for the action or contact. You were hugging him as you rambled on.
“Did you see me grumpy! I was *hic* a-awesome!!” He sighed, you were obviously past your limit.
“Alright, I think you’ve had enough, let’s get going.” you whined, shaking your head. “I’m tired, carry me~” you wore a pout, and he would have denied, but the look you sent him made it hard not to say yes to whatever crazy request you made. Leaning down, he scooped you up easily. You giggled, and he looked over to see what you found so amusing.
“I wasn’t r-really shhh! I just wanted grumpy to pick me up.” Your index finger was pressed to your lip in a shushing motion, and he wondered if you fully realized that you were talking to grumpy.
“You owe me.” he mumbled out. You just nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck, leaning your head on his shoulder.
“I’ll do anything you want Harrison.”
Your soft breath blowing on his neck wasn’t really helping matters. Nor was the seductive way in which you whispered that statement. The one good thing about this night was the fact that the club was fairly close to your apartment.
He wasn’t sure he’d be able to get a car with you in his arms. He’d only ever been to your apartment once before, and that was with the team when you first moved in. Walking through the door and into the elevator, he tried to focus on anything but you. On the walk over he was hoping you would pass out, maybe to help deter the racing of his heart. Your scent was everywhere, he couldn’t escape it. Or the feel of how warm and soft your skin felt. The elevator dinged, and he stepped out, searching for your room number. He stopped when he got to the desired door.
He lowered his arms, placing you unto your feet, in which you reluctantly followed. Harry held out his hand.
“They're in my pocket.” The cheshire smile you wore made him squint. You took a step forward.
Ah, so you were not only a happy drunk, but also a flirty one.
“Please give me the keys (Y/N).” You bit your lip at the soft way he asked. It was so unlike him. Intoxicated or not, that was pretty hot.
You took one last step forward, and Harry willed himself to be strong. Your eyes marked him.
“Say my name again..please..” He rarely ever said your name, somehow hearing it from his lips was far different.
“She’s drunk.” He kept reminding himself that. If you were sober you’d never act like this, or request something so silly.
Your eyelashes fluttered, and your gaze shifted to his lips. Harry swallowed. This was moving into the danger zone. He held his breath when he saw a yellow glow overtake your orbs. Behind your back he could hear the jiggling of your keys as they rose from your pocket. It went all the way around, landing right into his open palm.
“Thank you.” He muttered.
You were still looking at him with a compelling stare, and even though the light had faded, he still felt drawn in. You smiled, closing your eyes as you collapsed on him. Harry supported your weight, looking down at you longingly.
Why was the universe being so cruel to him?
