E2 Harrison Wells x Meta Reader- Chapter 11 (Flash)
"(Y/N), come on the juicy details, please tell us." From the moment you entered the cortex they were drilling you. Caitlin sits expectantly. Dropping your head in your hands, they both realize that the outcome was not what they hoped.
"Was it really that bad?" Iris feels awfully guilty now. "Iris I really don't think that..that he even sees me more than just a friend." It takes a lot for you to confess this. You've been hopeful until now, but at some point you need to face reality. Harry only sees you as the naive little hero that he has to keep in line.
"(Y/N) trust me I'm sure he does see you as more. I've seen the way he-"
"That doesn't mean anything!"
It's not her fault, you know that. But their little experiment has caused heartache at your expense. Now you feel further away then when you started, all because of that stupid movie night. The object of your affections walks in, and the silence that follows confuses him. If he didn't know any better he would have sworn you all were talking about him.
"I need to get something for Cisco."
That's all you say as you walk away. Caitlin and Iris exchange a look. Harry moves closer to inquire on the strange behavior. He wasn't under the impression that he'd done anything wrong. You were fairly tense last night, but he wrote that off as you just being a little put off by the lack of company. He tried his best not to take it personal, but it was hard. He cared for you, more than he should. More than he was willing to admit to anyone.
Neither woman knew what to say. Iris felt bad as it was, she didn't want to do anything else that would damage your relationship. "She's fine. Just a rough day at work." Iris murmured. Caitlin caught on, advising Harry not to worry as they both left.
Harry wasn't the best at social cues, but he knew enough to pick up on whatever it was they all apparently thought he shouldn't know about.
Staying at STAR Labs was really working on your nerves, so you thought why not get a coffee while the city was not being attacked by some super villain. Standing in the line at Jitters, you finally approached the counter, giving your order.
The cashier smiled at you kindly, taking the order, readily making your drink. You stood leaned on the counter, awaiting your drink. The daydream of Harry just kept streaming over and over in your head. Being away from the lab was supposed to deter your infatuation, but nothing was helping.
How could you go in there everyday with the way you felt knowing he'd probably never return them. There were points where you thought maybe a spark ignited, but that fizzled fast. Harry was the slow to warm type. Once you got to the core, he was caring. It wasn't extended just for you.
"Ms. Morales." your eyes lifted. The girl was standing with your drink in hand.
"Oh! T-Thank you." reaching into your bag for your wallet, you're interrupted.
"I've got it." The male voice wasn't one you recognized. Turning, you were positive you had no idea who this was. He was holding a ten dollar bill for your beverage. "I-I'm sorry, I really can't accept that."
"I insist. You looked a bit occupied, figured I'd be a good samaritan and brighten your day."
His emerald eyes twinkled, and you nodded shyly. You didn't want to be rude, especially since he was so handsome. Dirty blond hair, striking eyes, nice jawline and a pretty nice build. He had to be somewhere in his fifties at least. The cashier took the money and you smiled. "Keep the change," he advised. Thanking the male immensely, you step aside to allow another customer.
"You really didn't have to do that."
"Please, it was just one drink. " He flashed you a smile, and your heart did a quick swoon. You weren't chatting for that long but you could already tell he was a charmer. He held the door open, and you stepped out, taking a sip of your drink.
"I should probably introduce myself. Don't want you thinking I'm some kind of stalker. I'm Matt Letscher." he held a hand out, and you took it.
With a gentle grip, he shook your hand. It was possible you might have imagined the gentle shocks or electricity that rushed through your palm. Now that you really looked at him your mind seemed to log something.
"What's the deal with me and older guys?"
He had yet to release your hand, and you sort of didn't mind. You were the first to pull away though, giggling nervously.
"So umm, I've never really seen you around, are you from here?" Why the hell were you chatting it up with this handsome older man who was definitely too old for you yet, boy was he a snack.
"He's no Harry though.." you smiled to yourself for a second, until you realized.
Matt was watching in interest at the drastic change of expressions on your face. "You're an intriguing young lady." he chuckled. You sighed. Just great, another guy put off by your age. No wonder he bought you the drink. Must of thought you were some kid wallowing in her latest teenage drama. Why did you have to be born with such slow genes and a baby face?
"I hope you don't take offense. My intention wasn't to demean you. You're beautiful." You blush.
"From that look before I'm assuming your age is mistaken quite often?"
"You have no idea Matt. I mean I know women usually have this thing about telling people their age but I'm twenty nine. I'm not a child and I'm tired of guys seeing me that way, especially Harry."
You were ranting before you could stop yourself and it dawned on you that this stranger in no way asked for a full download on your life. You stopped at a bench, taking a seat.
"I'm sure you have better things to do than listen to my problems, I apologize."
To your surprise he sat down. "I don't mind hearing your woes, but I have to admit I'm a bit discouraged. I was hoping you would be single. But I guess it was a stretch to assume someone so gorgeous wouldn't be taken. " Boy, he was laying it on thick.
"Y-You're pretty straightforward Matt."
"As every man should be. If there's something I desire, then I do my best to obtain it."
His eyes skimmed over you, causing you to fidget. This guy was giving you heart palpitations. If you weren't so in love with Harry you'd marry this stranger on the spot. Your head lowers.
"I'm not exactly taken. N-Not that I don't want to be it's just Harry's a puzzle to me and I..." another defeated sigh.
"I-I'm really flattered, but you really don't have to flirt with me just to make me feel better. " You felt cruddy as it was, you didn't need pity from someone you'd just met to boot.
"Are you really that oblivious to how attractive you are?" you're a stuttering mess now, because he shifts closer, leaning his arm on the rest behind your back.
"If this Harry truly cared for you he'd never let you wander around the woods so aimlessly. You might just get swallowed up by a big bad wolf. "
His low baritone sends a shiver down your spine, he's so much closer now. Your breaths mingle and you close your eyes when his lips press to yours. This was definitely poor judgement on your part. You'd met this man no longer than ten minutes ago. He could have been a serial killer for all you knew. A serial killer that really knows how to kiss. His hand brushes your neck and you tremble, letting out a soft mewl when his tongue slips through your lips. He swallowed up each sound, arm moving to wrap around your hip to pull you closer. You submitted, hands sliding at the lapels of his jacket.
Was this man dropped from heaven? After a few more heated seconds of lip lock, he pulled slowly. Your breath was coming in short puffs. Matt's eyes flickered open, at such close proximity, you could see his pupils were fully blown. Your eyes probably reflected the same. He broke contact.
"I apologize. You're in a vulnerable state, it's wrong of me to take advantage of that." He still had his arm around your waist. Harry and you weren't a couple, so why did you feel so conflicted?
"I-I..Matt..I." he shook his head with a smile. "It's alright. Believe me when I say I'm not here to confuse you (Y/N). "
"Morales." you jolt, and Matt's hands stay secured to your body. Your eyes widen when he pulls you into his side. Harry looks agitated.
"So this is the famous Harry." you turn back to Matt with pleading eyes. He just winks, adding to your anxiety. You pull away, standing about to lay out your case. Harry steps closer, taking your arm and pulling you towards him.
Matt stood, placing his hands into his pockets calmly.
"You should keep your hand off what doesn't belong to you." Harry snarls.
Matt's confidence is brimming.
"From what she's told me she doesn't belong to anyone. Such a wonderful woman should be cherished. Don't you think Harry?"
His words are taunting, and Harry's jaw is clenched. You don't have to be a mind reader to know he wants to level this man's face into the ground. "We're leaving." he tugs your arm and you stumble behind him following. Your eyes shift back to Matt, he just sends you a smile, mouthing good luck. For a while you just gaze at him, then you smile, conveying your thanks as Harry whisks you away.
Ten minutes of walking and Harry has yet to say a word to you. It's uncomfortable. So you decide to speak.
"You kissed him." Those words are laced with venom.
"W-Well yes but he was...well I mean he was really.."
How do you defend yourself? You barely knew the guy. And back there he was purposely egging on Harry. Something told you it was more for your sake than his. Harry stops, turning to you. The way he leers makes your stomach churn uneasily.
"You made out with a complete stranger. Are you that desperate or is it just that easy for a man to get into your pants." Your mouth opens, and his comments make your heart pull. Was that honestly how he saw you? How dare he even say that to you.
This entire situation was his fault. From the tears gathering in your eyes he knows he's crossed every line imaginable. "I-I'm sorry that I got swept up in a guy showing actual interest in me. Y-You have no idea what it's like to be in love with someone who barely even looks in your direction. Somehow I always end up on the pining side, the one time that a guy is the least bit attentive you make me out to be a slut! "
His words cut deep, he understood that now. He'd also realize the severity of the situation. You were obviously self conscious. By trying to keep his feelings under the radar, he's inadvertently crushed yours. You'd never thought yourself unattractive, nor did you have a low self esteem. You knew you were beautiful, regardless of Harry's or anyone's opinion. You didn't need validation from anyone to prove your worth. You'd just wish that you knew how he felt so you could stop wasting your time.
"H-He kissed me and it felt nice because it's been so long since anyone has looked at me that way. " So caught up in your changing life, you guessed you neglected yourself. And deep down, you were lonely. You longed for companionship.
"You didn't have to go out looking for love (Y/N)." Wiping your eyes, you look back. Harry steps closer.
"I should have told you how I felt weeks ago. I kept putting it off. Every look you sent my way, I ignored it. I didn't want to deal with the pain I'd have to go through if I'd created it all in my head. I was afraid of rejection, so I kept you at a distance. I'm so sorry, for it all. I had no right to say that to you, it was wrong. It just pissed me off to see you kissing someone who wasn't me. You're mine." There was a brief moment when you thought this was another daydream. A cruel illusion conjured by your brain.
"You said my name.." you mutter. Harry doesn't speak for a moment, but slowly a smile inches on his face.
"Is that all you got from just now?" you nod. With a soft laugh, he pulls you into his arms. If this was another dream, you prayed that you'd never have to wake up because Harry feels like absolute heaven.
"I'm going to banish every trace of him from you (Y/N)." Harry's lips descend on yours without any warning, and you gasp, right before you melt into his body. He doesn't even ask for permission, his hand gropes your ass and you gasp, allowing him entrance to your mouth. You're grateful that the street had been partially vacant, because this was ranging on the border of public indecency. His touches are greedy, like you're something he'e been craving all his life.
Between moaning and trying to gather a breath, you're lost. His tongue is committing some pretty serious crimes in your mouth, where the hell did he learn to kiss like this. You grip at his jacket to keep yourself grounded, and when he finally allows you a chance to breathe, your head falls on his shoulder, body weak. You're hanging unto him because if you don't, you'll buckle right there in the street. He gives your cheek another squeeze, urging a whimper from you.
"No one is allowed to touch you like this but me, do you understand?"
Harry's possessive streak is impossible to hide now, and you're loving it.
Today has taken an unexpected twist.
What can you do but just go with it.
