Too Close (Harry Wilson x GN!Reader)
Summary: After Harry is almost injured on a job, an argument reveals feelings that have been left unsaid.
Tags: Confession, First Kiss, Fluff
Warnings: mild angst (argument), discussion of possible injury, discussion of possible death
“That was too close, Harry. Too close.” You told him, setting down your bag on the counter of the bar heavily, the equipment rattling loudly inside as you set it down harder than you needed to.
You pulled out your earbud, stuffing it in your pocket. The rest of the team was getting food and didn’t have their earbuds in, but you didn’t want them getting back on coms and snooping anyway. You had planned to come back to HQ alone, but Harry had insisted on following you back because clearly something was bothering you.
“What was too close?” Harry asked, following your lead and setting down his much lighter bag on the bar as well. “We all got out of there fine, as far as I can see. No broken-“
“That guy almost gutted you like a goddamn fish! And you’re trying to tell me everything is fine?” You cut him off, startling him slightly as you raise your voice. There’s a tinge of guilt in the pit of your stomach, but it’s quickly replaced by anger and concern.
“Eliot got to me in time. Not even a scratch!” Harry smiled awkwardly, trying to ease the tension. It doesn’t work.
“What if Eliot hadn’t been there?” You cross your arms, facing him. Staring him down.
Harry shrugged, a quick, unintentionally dismissive gesture. “I would’ve been fine.”
“No, no you wouldn’t have.” You narrow your eyes, approaching him slowly. “You aren’t like Sophie, you can’t talk your way out of everything. You’re not like Eliot, you can’t punch your way out of everything. You don’t carry a taser. What would you have done?”
Harry meets your gaze, eyes widening slightly. He looks hurt. “You don’t trust me.” He says softly. “You don’t think I’m very capable, do you?”
The look in his eyes sting more than his words as your anger stutters slightly in its steps. “No, that’s not what I’m saying. I’m saying that you got too deep in the con, okay? And it got too hot.”
“Why don’t you trust me?” Harry asks, stepping towards you. “I understood in the beginning, but now? I’m not helpless, I’ve proven that I’m not helpless.”
“I’m not saying you’re helpless I’m just saying-“
“What I’m hearing is you think I can’t take care of myself-“
“No, that not-“
“Would you be saying this if it was Sophie? Or Parker, or Eliot, or Hardison? Or even Breanna?”
“That’s not the point, the point is that-“
“I just don’t understand-“
“You could’ve died!” You yell suddenly, voice ringing over Harry’s and causing him to shut his mouth quickly. “You could’ve been hurt or died and I can’t—I won’t live with that. I won’t let that happen.”
Harry seems dumbfounded, opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water. You turn from him, pulling open your equipment bag. You need to busy yourself. You need to get away from here.
Harry approaches carefully, hands up in gentle surrender. “Hey, I’m okay, alright? I’m not dead.”
“I know.” You snap quickly, digging around in the bag.
“Please, look at me.” Harry says quietly, standing next to you. You huff slightly, resolutely turning to face him. The concern in his eyes nearly melts your heart. “What’s going on?”
“I just…” You swallow thickly. How much are you willing to say? How much are you willing to admit? “I care about you. I worry about you. I hate seeing you hurt. And you almost…” You trail off, looking away.
“Hey, hey, it’s ok.” Harry says gently, holding out a hand. “Can I have your hand?”
“What?” You look at him, a little confused.
“Just…please.” He says pleadingly.
You oblige, giving him your hand. He takes it, placing your palm on his chest, slightly under his blazer and over his dress shirt. You can feel his heart thrumming underneath your fingers, and the heat emanating from his body.
“I’m right here.” Harry says softly, catching your gaze and drawing it to his eyes. “I’m okay.”
“Your heart is beating a little fast.” You tell him, unconsciously syncing your breathing with his in the close proximity.
Harry chuckles slightly, eyes wrinkling up. “But it’s beating, isn’t it?”
“Yeah.” You sigh softly, not pulling your hand away. The feeling of his heart calms your own, grounding you.
“Why do you…care so much? About me?” Harry asks very genuinely. “I mean, you care about everyone, you get upset when anyone is hurt. But with me, it’s just always…more.”
“I didn’t like you at first.” You tell him, and his eyes widen ever so slightly. “It’s true. Didn’t trust you. But every so slowly you wormed your way into my heart. And before I knew what was happening, there you were. And here I was. And I…” You pause, gathering your thoughts. Gathering your courage. “I fell in love with you. It’s stupid, but I can’t do a thing about it.”
“You…what?” Harry is aghast, mouth falling open slightly. “With me?”
“Forget it.” You pull your hand away as if you were burned, taking his surprise as rejection. As mockery.
“No, no-“ He places a hand on your shoulder before you can turn away. “I’m sorry, that wasn’t a good response, I’m just…” He shakes his head. “I love you too.”
Now it’s your turn to be surprised, blinking slowly in confusion.
“This is not-“ Harry chuckles, eyes wrinkling up once more. “Not how I thought this discussion was going to go? This is a lot more awkward, than I-“
You wrap your arms around him, pulling him close to you as if you’ve been waiting to do that for a very long time. He freezes for a second before he wraps his arms around you as well, hand coming up to cradle your head gently. You pull back slightly to look him in the eyes. He looks back at you, the moment charged with a lot of words that could be said. Until finally, he speaks.
“Can I—may I kiss you?” He asks sheepishly, almost with the energy of a nervous teenager on a first date.
Your response is to press your lips against his, eyes fluttering shut as you savor the feeling of his lips tenderly. He kisses back quickly, one hand on your waist and the other on the back of your head.
You both pull back after a second to look at each other once more, breathing softly against each other’s lips, the spell unbroken. His eyes flicker down from your lips back up to your eyes, and it’s less than a second your lips are crashing together, much more desperately this time. Your hands grab the front of his blazer as you both stumble back against the bar, kissing him like you’re about to lose him. You want to memorize this feeling.
As you both break for air, panting slightly, he smiles, looking at you with lingering concern. “You okay?” He asks softly.
“Yeah.” You respond just as softly, lips still ghosting over his. “I just…didn’t realize how much I wanted this.”
“Me neither.” He says, pressing his forehead against yours. “I’d like to do that more often.”
This makes you laugh quietly, pressing another kiss to his lips.
“Whoa, okay!”
You and Harry nearly jump out of your skins as you whirl around to see that the team has returned from getting food, all of them startled, but none of them particularly surprised.
“Wondering how long it was gonna take.” Eliot says with a half smile that quickly disappears when Sophie holds out her hand. He grumbles and digs in his pocket, giving her a wad of cash.
“You betted on us?” Harry asks, clearing his throat and trying to adjust his tie.
“Of course.” Breanna said with a shrug, walking over to the table and setting down a bag of food. “Are you two like…a thing now?”
“Well, I think maybe that’s the type of thing you discuss over dinner.” Harry turns to you, holding out his arm. “Would you like to?”
“Yes.” You take his arm, face still slightly flushed from embarrassment. “Please.”
Sophie smiled and shakes her head, tossing you a look as you walk out into the courtyard with Harry.
“So. Hungry?” Harry asks, leading you out onto the sidewalk.
“Yes. I could eat.” You say with a grin, giving his arm and affectionate squeeze.
