#protectiveharry

HL Fic of the Month

＊ F e b r u a r y ＊

On a starlit night

by @lunarheslwt

“Then… then, what is your motive?” “Must I have one?” Louis scoffed. “What, so am I to believe you just woke up one day and thought ‘Yeah actually, I would like to be one of the suitors of my pack Luna’s ceremony’?” “There’s no motive, nothing like you’re thinking,” Harry replied, glancing at him. “I don’t know what the alphas out there want. I just want a chance to show that I can be a good alpha that can fulfil your needs, both as your mate as well as in supporting you in your Luna duties. Just a chance to show you how well I could care for you, if you were to pick me.” Louis was floored by his sincerity. “That’s all you want? Just that?” Just me? “Yeah.” Or, omega and future Luna Louis is holding a mating ceremony to find his mate, but what he doesn’t expect to see amongst the alphas vying for his hand, is a familiar, yet unexpected face: Harry Styles.

It’s crazy how easily it feels to be with HR. Not much has changed, except now the both of you aren’t walking around in circles. You’re heading towards the cortex with a cup of coffee in your hand for a certain someone. You smile just thinking about it. As you step in, you can see Cisco quarreling with HR who is putting up decorations. 

“HR you really don’t have to decorate everytime there is a holiday.” Cisco lectures. The bright green littered all over the room has you smiling. 

“St. Patrick's Day, we have to celebrate!” HR says from on top of the ladder.

 “Just one more.” 

He stretches to get to a spot, and you see his feet slip. He yells, and you feel your body move almost automatically. You slide under his body catching him. Cisco, Caitlin and Harry stare. You’re now wearing your suit, and you place him gently on his feet. 

“HR a-are you alright?!!” You inspect him frantically. He nods, clearing his throat. 

“I’m sorry, that was very hot.” He mutters under his breath. You sigh in relief, cheek a light shade of red. 

“I swear you’ll give me a heart condition. Please be careful.” 

The blue suit slowly retracts from your skin, and you place your hands on your hips. 

“I’m sorry, I just wanted to make this holiday great for you since I messed up your birthday last time. I figured you’d be so impressed and then give me a big reward.” He says childishly. 

“I may not be as good a kisser as Harry but I’m sure we can-”

“Wait what?” 

HR points at Harry. 

“Well you’ve already kissed Harry so I thought I’d have a lot to live up to.” Barry walks in at just the right time apparently. He sort of shimmies to Cisco’s side. 

“What’s going on?” He whispers. Cisco is nibbling on a twizzler with a grin. 

“This just got good, have one.” He holds out the snack for Barry who takes one, listening to the conversation. 

“Who told you I kissed Harry?” He points to Harry. 

“Harry!!” You scold. 

“I apologize, the both of you were acting so terribly awkward. I was trying to help.” 

“So you didn’t kiss Harry?” 

“Of course not! I’d never kiss Harry.” 

“Hey!!” 

They both said, offended. 

“S-Sorry I just mean..” Sometimes you forgot they had the same face. They were just so vastly different. 

“HR, trust me what Harry and I have is completely platonic. He’s like family.” 

“That’s good to know. Phew.” 

You direct your glare at Harry who makes an excuse, walking away. Now that he’s gone, you take notice of the audience you have. Your blank expression says it all. They each go scrambling in different directions. You sigh.

“I’m sorry about that.” HR says. 

“You don’t have to apologize.” 

You know that despite your reassurance, there is still a part of him that will always be a bit insecure. Especially when he was constantly surrounded by heroes and geniuses. Hell, you were a scientist/bountyhunter/blue lantern. 

That was a lot to compete with. 

“HR, I promise you don’t have to be perfect, and you certainly don’t have to overdo it to impress me. Just keep being you. I can’t ask for much more than that. “ To you, HR was incredible. He gave his all to this team. He literally traveled to another earth. He could have left ages ago. But he stayed to help. He never once returned your previous hostility with resent. 

He understood your struggles, accepted you and even helped you through them. If he hadn’t kept pushing, you’d probably still walk around assuming the worst of everything and everyone. He made you better. In a way, he’s the reason you’d been able to manifest your hope into sheer power. HR blinks when your suit suddenly reappears. Your eyes are most likely glowing again too. 

“Is something wrong, a threat?!” He looks around, raising his hands in what you assume is a defensive position. 

“N-No nothing’s wrong I don’t..I don’t know why it just popped up like that.” HR moves closer, studying the insignia. 

“Does it usually just appear like this? Other than when you’re all in fight mode I mean.” 

“Not really. “ Your eyes move to the ring that’s glowing. 

“I was just thinking about you and it..” Your words fall off. You’re still trying to work through the kinks of it all. 

“You were thinking of me?” 

You blink, and then his question registers. 

“N-Not in a weird way or anything. Just more of our first meeting you know. How much that has changed. How much the both of us have..” 

HR is smiling, and you barely finish the sentence. He takes another step, leaning down. You’re silenced by the warmth of his lips. The content sound that leaves you makes him smile. It appears you’d been anticipating this for sometime. Your hand reached up, and you accidentally knocked the hat off his head. HR’s hands circle your waist, pulling you flush to him. 

He can physically feel the energy that is radiating from your body. It feels strangely nice. He walks you back, and your legs hit a desk. You moan when he reaches down, lifting your hips and placing you on the table. You part for a brief second, and your breathing is labored. This time it feels as though HR is the one whose eyes are shining. They look so beautiful, completely focused on you.

“Was that okay..” It’s a tentative whisper. 

“Yeah..” 

You can’t formulate better words. It was incredible. 

“Okay then.” 

Hi, anon! You're very welcome! Here are some fics that fit what you're looking for!

once upon a dream by thedeathchamber / @louehvolution

Louis is psychic and gets caught in the middle of a murder investigation led by FBI Special Agent Harry Styles.

aka. the Medium/Criminal Minds-inspired AU no one ever asked for.

Etched in Salt (is a cathedral of the world) by @helloamhere

Louis asks for very few things in life, and they are: to solve cases, to keep bad people from doing their bad things, to get good coffee, to go home to a spacious apartment with nobody else in it, and to manage his stupid telempathy powers with minimal interference. And now he's stuck in a tiny cabin in a snowstorm in the middle of god-awful-nowhere with Harry Styles. Because of course he is.

Close to Nowhere by @angelichl

“I will kill you in your sleep,” Louis threatened as he quickly stepped out of his jeans.

“I don’t think that would work very well baby, seeing as you talk to dead people all the time.”

“I’ll kill you in your sleep and ignore your ghost. And don’t call me that.” 

Hi, anon! Here are some protective Harry fics for you...

Close to Nowhere by @angelichl

“I will kill you in your sleep,” Louis threatened as he quickly stepped out of his jeans.

“I don’t think that would work very well baby, seeing as you talk to dead people all the time.”

“I’ll kill you in your sleep and ignore your ghost. And don’t call me that.” 

Louis and Harry are psychics who kind of hate each other. They go to Tennessee to investigate a haunting.

Just Hold On by @silverstuff50

“Harry, I’m fine.” Louis says soothingly. “I know I’m safe because you and Joni are there. As long as I can feel you holding me I know I’ll be ok.”

Harry flushes again and can’t stop himself thinking about his hands on Louis' warm skin. He shakes his head stubbornly, half to protest and half to clear his head of the thought.

“It’s just not safe. You’re surrounded by people grabbing and pulling at you.” He looks Louis up and down appraisingly. “And you’re so-“ he stops himself when Joni shoots him a warning look.

“If the next word you say is “small” I will fire you.” Louis says with narrowed eyes. Harry's shoulders slump.

“I wasn’t going to say small.” He was going to say small. “I was going to say, um, reckless.”

If I Loved You Less by @allwaswell16

Beautiful omega Louis Tomlinson is set to make his come out in London society and determined to find a mate in his first Season. With the help and protection of his oldest friend, Lord Niall Mendes, he takes Society by storm.

Being a wealthy and titled alpha means Lord Harry Styles has grown used to avoiding unmated omegas...until now. This Season he finds himself at every Society event just for a chance to speak with the omega with the flashing blue eyes.

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?”

“Stop calling me that.”

“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?”

He didn’t answer.

“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.

“Obstructionum.”

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.”

“This is blackmail.”

“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.

~Two Hours Later~

“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)

I'm a savage (okay)

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.

“Key..”

He needed your keys.

He lowered his arms, placing you unto your feet, in which you reluctantly followed. Harry held out his hand.

“I need your keys.”

“They're in my pocket.” The cheshire smile you wore made him squint. You took a step forward.

“My back pocket.”

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.

"(Y/N)...”

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.

"Listen to me, you don't have to do this. You aren't a killer. "

You just closed your fist, eyes dark with hatred. The more you squeezed, the harder it was for the criminal in front of you to breathe. Barry took a step forward and you raised your free hand.

"I don't want to hurt you Barry, but I will if I have to. BACK OFF!"

"No! I'm not gonna stand here and watch you throw your life away. I know what it's like (Y/N), to resent someone to the point that you're willing to risk it all." your hands faltered for a second, and the man on the floor groaned. Your lips were quivering.

"H-He killed him Barry..for a stupid watch and some cash. "

"I know, and I'm so sorry (Y/N). " Bit by bit he was inching closer, and you could feel your anger dissipating slowly. You should have known that Barry would be the one to figure it out. After losing your boyfriend to a mugger, you dedicated your life to tracking his killer. 

You worked under Joe at CCPD. You were just an officer. A close call with a meta one night when you were working with Joe had led to the discovery of your own abilities. Shortly after he introduced you to the team. Even with your loss, you felt like you were slowly but surely getting your life back together. Then you heard of another robbery. Similar MO, except this time the individual survived. They were able to identify the perp. It could have been an impulse, but you tracked him down. Took you hours.

Standing in his beat down apartment, all you wanted to do was inflict as much pain as you could. You just wanted the hole that he left in your chest to disappear.

"Please (Y/N)." Barry's eyes were pleading. You finally lowered your hands, and the male being pinned gasped, coughing. Barry moved forward, pulling you into his arms and you stood there, gripping onto his shirt as you bawled your eyes out.

~~~~~

"You saved a lot of people. He's been on the run for weeks. Hurt a lot of innocent people too. Good job kd." You can't even look Joe in the eyes. You keep your head down nodding and he pats your shoulder. This entire situation could have gone completely sideways. All you can do is watch as they take the handcuffed man away. You're standing next to Barry who's doing his best to keep you grounded. As Joe leaves, you look over at Barry. "Thank you." you whisper. If he hadn't brought you from over the edge, it could have been you walking away in cuffs.

Barry knows that no amount of sympathetic words can help, so he just offers a hug. "Anytime (Y/N)."

~One Year Later~

"Guys I could really use a hand here!!" The meta currently trying to break past your barrier was a little more than you could handle at the moment. Between fighting past his metal armor and trying not to become like the unconscious officers around you, it was a struggle. With gritted teeth, you push harder, but he's fighting through pain. Being able to control liquid elements was a nice ability, but for this iron head, it may not have been enough. You were manipulating his water components, but it was just barely holding him off. A normal person would have been out cold by now.

"B-Barry!" On cue he zips by. The meta looks down at the cuffs on his wrist. You grin, because he no longer has the metal to shield him. With a flick of your wrist, his body is thrown back, hitting the wall.

"You know he was bound right." Barry says. You just shrugged. "I know." He shakes his head with a laugh, calling in Joe to round up some reinforcements. Finally, you can relax.

"What took you so long?"

"Well Harry and Cisco were-" you wave your hands.

"Don't bother, I can already guess. " Those two never quit.

"Next time just ignore them." you state walking away.

"Will do!!"

~~~~

"The next time you dipsticks decide to have a fight don't forget their actual people out there that don't wanna get crushed by a psycho metahuman." Cisco and Harry stood still as you basically ripped into them. Most of the time you could care less, but Barry could tell that something about this case must have really agitated you. Storming out the cortex, Barry's eyes followed you. He hadn't seen that look on your face since, well since you lost Calvin.

"Did she seem off to you?" Cisco inquired.

Barry was still zoned out.

"Just give her some time." Barry advised. He wanted nothing more than to help you, but he could tell that right now all you really needed was some space.

~~~~~

Later that afternoon Caitlin and Iris invited you to a well deserved girls night. Fighting metas as well as dealing with regular criminals took a pretty heavy toll on you. So of course you accepted. Knocking on the door, Iris rushed to open the door. The moment she saw your face she was grinning. You barely had time to greet her before she was tugging you inside. You laugh at her excitement. 

"Someone's ready to party." kicking off your shoes, you raised your head. You didn't expect to see the many faces that filled the room. "Uhhhh.." you were positive she'd said girls night over the phone, so why was Cisco, Harry, Joe and Barry here.

"Sorry we set you up, it was Barry's idea.' Iris apologized with a smile.

"Hey!" you can't really be mad. You step forward, and Barry is the first to hug you. Not anticipating it, you pat his back awkwardly. "Y-You okay there Barry?" He's acting a little strange. When he pulls away, all he does is smile, patting your shoulder. "Yeah I'm just...really glad that you're in our lives."

He's certainly being weird, nevertheless, you appreciate his words.

"That's sweet Barry, thank you." He nods.

"Alright let's get this party started!!" Cisco cheers. He's never one to pass up getting drunk.

"I'll make sure Ramon doesn't pass out on your couch Allen." With the both of them you know it's only a matter of time before the bickering begins, and it's sort of comforting.

For the night you all talk, drink and exchange stories. Harry gives some moments where he's had to scare away Jessie's potential boyfriends. Joe states the same when Iris had started high school. You're dying of laughter at one point when he says he flashed his gun to intimidate one of them. The night carries on. Somewhere along the line, you've slipped out to the balcony. You enjoy the company, but right at this moment, you need to be alone. You lean over, eyes staring up at the sky. 

The facade you've been keeping up all day has fallen, and you allow the tears to flow freely. You sniff a couple times. When you hear the door behind you slide close you straighten, wiping at your eyes frantically. 

"I-It's pretty chilly outside. Kind of makes your eyes water. The man standing there, it's not who you'd assume. Harry just watches you for a moment, and you're convinced he can see right through you.

"W-Well I should get inside before they start to worry." you try to bolt.

"Who did you lose?" Then he asks that question. You haven't even fully made it to the door yet, and you're lucky for the curtains that block the view on the other side of the door.

"I've been watching you all night. This morning Ramon was concerned you were acting unusual. I brushed it off, but seeing you tonight confirmed everything. The smiles don't truly reach your eyes. "

You have half a mind to tell him that it's none of his business. Who the hell did he even think he was, profiling you like some kind of criminal. Harry takes another step, and when he looks down, your barrier crumbles instantly. With a shaky hand to your lips, you lean your back against the wall. His eyes convey sympathy, and he takes your hand softly. You sob, and Harry slowly pulls you into his arms. You hold unto him, breaking down right there. It's been such a struggle carrying on all day. Harry is the absolute last person you ever would even think could provide comfort, but you're grateful.

~~~~~~

It takes a while for you to calm down, at one point Barry even comes searching, upon seeing you chatting with Harry, he closes the curtains with a smile. The both of you just sit in silence. You've pulled out a chair, and Harry is right beside you. He doesn't press for any kind of information. You kind of like this.

"His name was Calvin."

Azure eyes move in your direction.

"We were together for three years." You place a hand on your chest, and Harry watches as you reach under the neck of your shirt, pulling out a necklace. There's a ring attached to it. A beautiful diamond right at the center. "The night he was.." your throat tightens. 

"The night I lost him, he was going to propose. They recovered all the items that were stolen from the guy's apartment. Calvin bought it a year before. He was making down payments to afford it. " Your hands grip the ring, and you can feel the tears about to spill again. You swallowed, looking over at Harry. 

"I-I'm really sorry that I yelled at you guys today. I-I was just.."

"You don't have to explain. " He was starting to get the bigger picture. Today was important to you. This is what was needed for you to mourn. He understood, more than you realized. You knew about his past, and now he knows about yours.

"How long does it take for this feeling to go away?"

He wished he could give you an easy answer, but he was the last person to ask about dealing with loss. Tess was the most stable and treasured thing in his life. Then he lost her, shortly after that he almost watched his only daughter get killed. Safe to say he was the worst at trying to move on.

"It never really goes away." he knows that isn't the answer you want.

"But it will get better (Y/N). You have people here that care about you. Family."

They were the reason he no longer looked at the world at people as if they were expendable.

"You'll be fine." He takes your hand when he says it, and the confidence of his assurance. It's exactly what you need.

"Thank you, Harrison."

A brilliant smile.

Cliff was currently at the back, so you moved to assist the next customer in line. “What can I help you with today si…”

To your surprise, it was Harry.

“Morales.” you flush, not really expecting him to just show up like this. Still you appreciated it.

“Would you like to have coffee on your break?” you nod, playing with a lock of your hair.

“Y-yeah I’d really like that.”

“Hey kid, pass me the cloth.” you turn at Cliff’s call, tossing it to him. He caught it easily, stopping for a second to watch Harry.

“You alright kid?”

He must have been a bit weary because of the scowl on Harry’s face.

“Oh! Y-Yeah I’m fine this is Harry he’s my-”

“Boyfriend, and you are?” your face palmed. He was already picking a fight. Cliff straightened, moving closer and placing a hand on your shoulder. 

“I’m her boss. You know I think she mentioned you once. You’re that old guy with a bad temper.” Harry’s jaw set, whether from the comment or the hand that was comfortably on your shoulder.

“F-Funny guy! Well I’m gonna take my break see you later Cliff!” you jumped over the desk, taking Harry’s hand and rushing out the store. Harry kept glaring at Cliff until he could no longer see his face. Once in the clear, you sigh. Harry’s gaze moved to you. “Old guy with a bad temper huh.”

“T-That was back when we first met okay. In my defense you were pretty mean at the start.” He still looked annoyed, but followed you down the street. 

“I’m starting to notice a pattern. Matt, Cliff, me?”

“C-Cliff is like a brother to me Harry, quit being paranoid.” Harry wasn’t an idiot, Cliff was a good looking man.

“So you’re saying at no point did you find him attractive.”

“Ummm…..”

Damn it.

“Your fetish is alarming, should I be worried that you might leave me for someone older.”

“J-Just be quiet!!” he’s lucky you were in public, otherwise you would have given him a piece of your mind.

“I swear you get jealous so easily.”

“I’m not jealous.” His face was telling a different story.

“Sure you aren’t.” It was a bit cute, that angry little face he wore when he was disgruntled.

“What about you, I’m sure it isn't a chance that you’re dating me. Like them a little younger.” You were just poking fun at him.

“My late wife, she was four years younger than me.” You stop for a second, because there’s pain present in his words. You’d never intended to bring up bad memories. Though, if you thought about it, Harry didn’t seem like the type to just date any kind of person. He was even so guarded at the beginning. “Wait...Harry, have you been with anyone since your wife?” His eyes won’t meet, but he still shakes his head. 

“I haven’t.”

So, why you? Why take a chance on you. You were far from his type, and as you’ve just discovered, age had absolutely no appeal to him when choosing a partner.

“Why did you decide to pursue me then?” You have to know. Now he looks at you. This is the first time you can say that Harry is wearing his heart on his sleeve.

“Because you’re special (Y/N).”

Such a simple answer did wonders to your heart. Your abilities, to you that’s what you thought was special, but the way he’s looking at you, that’s the real gift. Because Harry doesn’t see a metahuman, or a naive little hero. No, he sees you. The person.

“A lot has happened since coming here, so much unplanned. I’m grateful that I was able to become a part of Team Flash, and I’m very grateful to have met you (Y/N) Morales.”

It’s like he was on a mission to make you cry.

“I love you (Y/N).” 

This was the second time he said it to you. The first was when you were so terrified of losing him. You love Harry you do, but back then you just couldn’t get yourself to say the words. You’ll always hold a fear that you’ll lose the people you care for the most. But right now, that seems so irrelevant. If Harry, someone who was previously emotionally stunted, could be vulnerable, then you could do it too. He gave you the strength to.

“I love you too Harrison Wells.” He’s in a state of awe.

“You...you said it. “You smile.

“I did. I love you!” Your smile becomes brighter. Safe to say his mood has changed drastically now.

“Does this mean you won’t get jealous every time you see me talking to a guy.”

“I wasn’t jealous.” you grin. “Of course not. Harrison Wells does not get jealous. That’s for us regular people.”

“Precisely.”

"Have a great night, don't forget to say hi to your sister for me."

She smiles with a thumbs up, jumping into her car. You live pretty close by, and although she'd offer to drive you home, you preferred to walk.

The cool air was refreshing, therapeutic even. Your gaze drifts to the sky, enjoying the stars littered across your view. Nights like these were just perfect for a walk. Walks also presented a settled atmosphere for you to evaluate all that transpired that week. Your little moment a few nights ago with Harrison was pretty high on the list. The more you tried to forget about it the harder it was.

Problem was you liked being around him. Since your meeting he'd be at the office late sometimes. You knew he didn't have to but he'd swing by just to say hello, and one time he'd even brought you a burger from your favorite joint, which just so happened to be his as well.

There wasn't a whole lot you had in common, him being a scientist and you specializing in nursing and therapy. But you still managed to fill the time with conversations. He talked about his daughter, and you could easily tell he was proud of her. Regretfully he even informed you about his late wife. You were sympathetic, but also grateful that he felt so comfortable around you to talk about his life.

"Then why am I trying to pull away from him?"

Maybe it was a defense to protect yourself. Harrison could frankly get just about any woman he wanted. Wealth, intelligence and looks. He was a killer deal. That's what scared you. Right now you were just friends, but what would you do when you decided you wanted more. Did he even see you as a friend? Was that even allowed? At the end of the day he was still your boss.

"There goes my calm relaxing night."

You were trying so hard not to overwhelm yourself with the issue. As you round the corner, a figure standing at the bottom of your staircase catches your eyes. You tilt your head. The closer you got, the better you could make out just who it was. That baseball cap was a dead give away. Blue eyes brighten, and it makes your heart skip to have them directed at you.

"Hello (Y/N)."

What a wonderful turn of events.

~~~~

Inside your apartment nearly makes you feel cornered. There's no excuse you can create to leave, and it would be rude to just outright deny him entry. So now you're both standing in your kitchen.

"I wanted to have a word with you."

Shuffling nervously you grab a glass of water, sipping. He could feel your nerves from all the way across the room. Sighing, he took off his hat, attention now solely on you.

"I wanted to apologize for the other night. It wasn't my intention to make you uncomfortable. "

The last thing he wanted was for you to think he intended to use his authority to take advantage of you. What happened, looking back on it, to him, it fell under the lines of harassment.

"I wasn't uncomfortable, I'd never be that way. Not around you Harry." His eyes open a fraction and you trip over your words. Placing down the drink you ramble on.

"O-Oh my gosh I'm sorry! I have this stupid habit of giving people nicknames. I-It won't happen again I swear."

He's taken notice that it's fairly easy to get you flustered. Which is so cute to him.

"I'm glad, I really do enjoy your company." His statement warms your heart.

"So do I."

But you want more.

"You do.."

Wait what?

"I do what? " You ask hesitantly.

His eyes flicker to your lips, and you swallow. He moves closer, and with each step, your heart beats in rhythm. Now standing before you, everything stills.

"H-Harr-"

His palm rests on your cheek, and you close your eyes.

"What was I about to say.."

You forgot.

"I know this is unprofessional, but I do want more (Y/N)."

Why does he say your name like that?

"Curse your sexy voice Harrison Wells!!"

"I get the feeling that my interest isn't simply one-sided, am I right?" He strokes your cheek.

"So I'd like to give this a chance. Only if that's what you desire as well. " Your eyes flutter open, and you have to take a moment to gather your bearings.

"I-I do want more. B-But your my boss and I.." His thumb lands on your lower lip.

"Shh..let's not worry about that right now."

In a slow motion, his lips press to yours with such tenderness. You melt into him, and his free arm locks around your waist, pulling you closer.

There were definitely rules against fraternizing with your employer. 

“Worry about it later."

You repeat. There is so much you feel right now. It's no secret that you've been dying to kiss him for quite a while.

You aren't the only one either. He parts for a brief moment, and then rejoins. This time around his tongue takes charge and you push at his dark jacket, trying to pry it off his body. Harrison gets the message. Freeing his hands to shimmy it down his arms. Once it's gone, your hands settle on his chest. Just as you thought, the guy's built. There a lot that suit hides. Your fingers venture to his back, and you slip them under the material. You can feel the shiver that runs through his body, and it makes you moan. This time when his lips disconnect, they immediately shift to your neck. You gasp as he moves along your skin.

"You smell heavenly.."

He sighs between kisses. Another moan leaves your lips when he grips at your hips. He nips at your skin, and you can feel the smirk that rises. You groan, because he's no longer giving you what you want. "Harry.." you whine.

"I'd very much like to continue this, but I believe dinner is in order. "

"W-We can always skip dinner."

Harrison can hardly hide his smile.

"We'll have a lot of opportunities to continue, there's no rush." He whispers into your ear. He knows exactly what he's doing.

"Meanie." you grumble. Your childish responses never fail to amuse him.