For The Con (Harry Wilson x GN!Reader)
Summary: To keep your cover, you and Harry have to use a tried and true method; one that leaves the both of you questioning your friendship.
Tags: First Kiss, Fluff, Fake Dating, Confession
Warnings: Canon-typical danger, canon-typical swearing, mild angst (denial of feelings), very vague innuendos
Word Count: 1.8K
“Those records have to be somewhere.” You tell Harry, searching through the filing cabinet as he clicks through the computer on the large, maple desk.
“Any help, Breanna?” Harry asks over comms, eyes scanning over the hundreds of files on the mark’s desktop, feeling a bit overwhelmed.
“Sorry guys, that computer’s on a separate network. Can’t access it. Hence the need to actually break into his office, old school.” Breanna’s voice comes through your earbuds, and you can hear her typing away on the other line, monitoring and looping camera feeds.
The party downstairs has provided good cover so far, Sophie managing to keep the mark away from his office by chatting him up over a glass of champagne. You and Harry had to sneak away after the party commenced, both wearing your formal clothes, and get into the office unseen. Wasn’t too hard to dodge patrols, but now the two of you had an indeterminate amount of time before a security guard stuck his head into the office to check up on everything.
“I think I got something.” Harry says, managing to sort through some of the recently opened files. He plugs in the USB drive, quickly copying what he needs onto it.
“Me too.” You pull out a file, flipping through it and taking pictures.
Bingo.
“Uh, guys? I hate to break up the party, but you’re going to have company in about 30 seconds.” Breanna warns.
Harry straightens up quickly, slipping the USB into his pocket, and you return the file and shut the filing cabinet.
“We don’t have enough time to get out of here unseen.” You say, turning to Harry. “Do you trust me?”
“Of course.” He answers quickly.
“Then go along with me.” You knock a few things off the desk, hopping up on it and grabbing the front of his blazer to pull him in.
“Put your hands on me.” You command him, and his eyes widen.
“What?”
“Just-“ You yank him roughly, and he stumbles, nearly knocking you backwards as he braces his hands on either sides of your hips, standing between your thighs. Before he can back up, you crash your lips against his, a hand wrapping around his tie and the other hand running through his hair.
He’s surprised, at first, completely caught off guard by the suddenly passionate gesture, but he’s not an idiot. He figures out the game once he recovers from the shock, and wraps his arms around your waist, trying to be convincing but respectful as he kisses you back.
It’s easy to get lost like this, you realize. You thought this would be awkward, but your thoughts of possible discomfort are quickly dispelled as his body slots against yours, his hands splaying across your back as he continues to kiss you with a desperation that genuinely surprises you. It’s almost like he needs this. But even more surprising? You think you might need this too, as you catch yourself leaning deeper into the kiss and pulling on his tie, a gasp escaping his lips. Enough to make anyone flush.
“Excuse me?”
You pull away suddenly, as does Harry, breaking the spell. You’re both incredibly flushed, lips slightly red. Harry’s hair is a bit messy from where you ran your hand through it, sticking out at odd angles. You look over your shoulder as Harry looks past you, meeting the gaze of a very awkward guard.
“Oh! Sorry, we were just trying to…well.” You smile and clear your throat. “Trying to find somewhere quiet.”
“Well, you can’t be in here.” The guard says firmly, trying not to stare, but trying to be assertive. He doesn't seem like he's used to this. Must be a newer hire.
“We’ll get out, then,” Harry says breathlessly, nodding to you and swallowing thickly. He backs up, letting you get off the desk. Harry offers you his arm, and the two of you quickly walk past the guard and out the door, steering back towards the party.
As you both return, you glance over at Harry. Your eyes widen; his hair is still a mess. You gesture to him, glancing up at his hair and hoping he gets the message. He flushes slightly, running a quick hand through his hair to flatten it back down, and readjusts his tie to make it look a little less like you just had a make-out session. A fake make-out session. Right?
Sophie spots the two of you from across the room and smiles knowingly, raising her glass of champagne to you and winking.
“There’s no way she knows.” Harry says softly. “Right?”
“Comms. They all heard everything.” You respond, not trying to embarrass him more, but you knew that it would be an unintended side effect.
“That we did. Y’all nasty.” Breanna says, and you can practically hear the expression on her face.
“It worked, didn’t it?” You say, fixing your own hair. “We got out of there.”
“Yeah.” Harry agrees, clearing his throat. You can feel his eyes lingering on you, but you try to ignore him. Now is not the time, nor the place.
The rest of the party goes off without a hitch. Sophie gets the information she needed, and you and Harry manage to make off with the files safely. It's late when everyone gets back to HQ, and you find yourself just wanting to get out of these clothes and into the shower as you ascend the stairs.
Harry follows you up. "Hey, can we talk?" He requests quietly so the others can't hear. You pause on the stairs. "In private?" He specifies.
"Sure," You tell him, continuing up the stairs. He takes that as a signal to follow you, walking with you to your room. You let him in and then close the door behind you both, hopefully discouraging eavesdroppers. "What?"
"What do you mean, what?" Harry says, placing his hands on his hips. "Don't you feel like we need to talk about this?"
"No, I don't." You tell him, walking past him and over to your dresser to get out comfortable clothes.
"But that was... I mean, it was..." Harry struggled to find the words.
"It was what we had to do to get out of there. For the con." You say dismissively, pulling out a shirt and shorts. You don't look at him as you speak, because you know that if you do, he's going to make you confront this. You're going to have to confront this.
"So that's it?" Harry asks, and you can hear the slight hurt in his voice that pulls at your heart. "We pretend like that didn't happen?"
"It happened, Harry, but that's it. That's all." You tell him, shutting the drawer harder than you meant to. "We're friends. Just friends."
"Just friends. Right." Harry shakes his head, scoffing slightly. "I don't believe you."
"Believe what you want." You finally look up at him, trying to steel yourself.
"You're telling me you didn't feel anything at all?" Harry asks incredulously.
"I'm telling you it doesn't matter what we felt." You say firmly.
"So you felt something." Harry's eyes narrow slightly, and you feel as though he can see right through you.
"I don't know what I felt."
"Bullshit. You know exactly what that was and you don't want to admit it." He holds your gaze, and you can tell he's trying to read you. Trying to figure you out.
"Okay, fine. I enjoyed it. It felt good. Is that what you wanted to hear?" You ask him, crossing your arms.
"If it's the truth."
"It is the truth."
Tense silence settles over the two of you for a moment.
"I liked it too." Harry blurts out. He takes a deep breath. "I liked kissing you. A lot."
You kind of assumed that.
"I care about you, Harry." You tell him. "I care about our friendship. I don't want to ruin that."
"I care about our friendship, too." He responds. "But I can't just pretend I didn't feel what I felt. You might be able to forget and move on, but I can't."
"I can't forget." You say quietly, and it's true. These past few hours you've thought about that kiss more than is probably healthy. You've always been a bit distracted by him, but this is truly a new level of disturbance.
"Then why don't we try this?" Harry steps closer, gesturing between the two of you.
"What even is this?"
"I don't know!" Harry smiles, shaking his head. "That's what I want to find out. I haven't felt this way in a while, and I'd really like to explore that with you."
"Aren't you afraid?" You ask him, meeting his gaze. You want the truth from him.
"Of course I'm afraid." He says, reaching out and taking your hand. "I'm downright terrified. I don't want to lose you."
"I am too." You admit. "I don't want to lose you either. But...but I'm curious. I want to explore these feelings with you."
Harry's face breaks into a wide smile, and he gives your hand a gentle squeeze. "Good. Do you want to get dinner, then? Sometime?"
"How about when this job is over?"
"Okay." He nods, releasing your hand. "Probably for the best. We're practically on call every waking hour until this guy goes down."
You let your hand fall, and quickly find yourself missing the warmth from his hand on yours.
"Well...goodnight." Harry says, slightly awkward and unsure as he heads to the door.
"Harry, wait." You follow him, and he turns around just as he reaches the door.
You grab his face gently and press a kiss on his cheek, causing his face to heat up quickly. He looks at you with surprise at the sudden, gentle gesture, and you find yourself not wanting to let go of his face.
"Thank you," Harry says softly, hands coming up to rest over yours on his face. "That's probably not the appropriate response to a kiss." He says, a slight realization dawning in his gaze as he sighs. "I'm not very good at this, am I?'
"On the contrary, I think you were doing quite good earlier." You tease him gently, watching the tips of his ears go red. You watch his Adam's Apple bob as he swallows thickly, acutely aware of how close your body is to his. "Perhaps you'd consider an encore?"
Harry's eyes widened slightly and he nodded. "Yes, I would. I would."
"We'll have to see where dinner takes us." You give him a quick peck on the lips, unable to resist, before you release his face. "Goodnight, Harry."
"Goodnight." He takes that as his cue to leave and quickly opens the door. He gives you a sheepish smile and an awkward little wave before shutting the door behind himself.
It's something new and unexpected, and you can't help but be excited for dinner as you gather up your things to shower. Hopefully, the job won't take much longer. You're not sure how long you can wait.
