Imagines

“I would like nothing more, right now, than to tell you of all the wonderful things going through my head, how I could send you to hell to spend a little time with others like yourself, how I could remove your mouth with just a few words and leave you unable to say another word, oh, the list is endless, you can trust me on that,” he paused, his brows raised but his expression deadly serious, drawing the slightest gulp from the man who refused to leave. “But I also happen to know dear Y/N here wouldn’t like that, at least, not before she’s had her own turn.”

And with a slick grin, John took a step back to stand closer to you, no longer in front of you in that protective stance he had instantly taken the moment he had noticed your discomfort, but by your side, encouraging you with his sheer presence.  A wave of courage, one you had wished had been there moments earlier so you could have simply shoved the man off you when he had first begun to annoy you, swept over you and you couldn’t help but wonder if there was some kind of mystical explanation for it, or whether it was just something that came with being in the presence of a certain English man.

“He’s right, babe,” you practically scoffed the term of endearment, standing up a little straighter as you found your words weren’t half as shaky as you had feared they might be. “First off, I don’t belong to anyone, so you can get that outdated notion out of your head right now, thank you. And even if I did, it would certainly never be with some creep like you who clearly doesn’t know the meaning of personal space or consent. I mean, seriously, what on earth made you think I’d like to have you draped around me like some hideous coat? Learn to read the room. I. Am. Not. Interested.”

And without a single glance at either man, but with the firm knowledge that John would follow you back to the Waverider, you turned to leave, ready to be free of the bar you had hoped would be your escape from the loved up couples that seemed to surround you. But you barely got four steps away before chaos reigned around you. It seemed that the not so lovely gentleman, who you realised had never managed to actually give his name, had not taken so lightly to being spoken to that way, especially from a woman. It was a cheap shot, an attack on two people with their backs turned, but while you were fully focused on leaving, it seemed John was not as naive as to think that your words would simply be the end of it.

With a quick sidestep, he managed to pull you out of the way of the oaf’s oncoming attack just in time. You were still trying to figure out what had caused you to suddenly be spun off to the side when a full-on brawl sprung out around you. You had always thought John to be something of a scrappy fighter in your imagination, not having been paired with him in anything that ended up in a fight before. But as he dodged the creep’s punches, it seemed he wasn’t as inept as you had presumed.

A dodge here, a punch there, it seemed he was in for an easy win, at least, he might have been had he not glanced back at you in a mixture of concern and arrogance, making sure you were alright and needing to know you were watching. There was no time to warn him before the brut’s fist had landed a hit to John’s jaw that had him flying into a nearby table.

The sudden uproar drowned out the sound of wood and glass smashing upon impact and before you knew what was happening, the entire bar had turned into a fight scene the likes of which you knew Mick craved to be involved in. But you couldn’t focus on that now.

Bending down to check on your so-called saviour, you found a far too cheerful grin on his lips as you helped turn him over. Clearly, he wasn’t as hurt as you had feared if he was enjoying himself this much. With a roll of your eyes and a harmless slap to his chest, you helped him up, a lecture already brewing in your mind for the recklessness he had shown yet again. But as he stood up with a wince and a subtle roll of his shoulder, it seemed maybe he wasn’t quite as unaffected as he had attempted to appear.

You kept your heads low as you left out the side door, leaving the patrons to the fight that they were now far too happily taking part in. As you left the sounds of glass smashing and drunks yelling behind you, you caught John’s eye in a silent agreement not to tell your captain just what had gone down on your 'quiet Valentine’s night out’.

“Sorry 'bout that, love,” John sighed with a tone of true remorse, one you had never heard from his lips before, as you left for the long dark walk back, your night clearly at an end. He was being quiet, his shoulders slumped forward uncharacteristically.

You hadn’t bothered to dump your stuff in the cortex, making straight for the breach room where you could get to him as quickly as possible. It had almost become second nature by now, sneaking him back onto Earth-Two in the dead of the night so you could both spend some time together without the team or his daughter getting suspicious, and while, at first, it had been thrilling, you couldn’t help but wonder if this was how it would always be. Would you always be a secret he kept from the only person he truly loved? Would you always be hiding the fact that amongst all the pain and heartache the team had endured over the years, you had found someone you truly cared about? How long would it even last?

It was so easy to get lost in those thoughts, to lose yourself to what-ifs and thoughts of a future without him by your side.

But a bright explosion of light before you never ceased to bring a smile to your lips as you eagerly awaited his arrival. Blinding blues and whites seemed to take over the entire room, and your chest seemed too small to contain your beating heart. But just before he was visible, something you did not expect happened.

“Breach!” A far too familiar voice called from behind you, panic-ridden and clearly attempting to gain the attention of others.  Your beaming smile was stolen from you with that single word, and you didn’t have to look around to see who had joined you. Cisco clearly had not left for the night.

A protective hand grabbed you, pulling you behind him as he readied the pulse gun in a manner you might have considered ironic were you not suddenly filled with fear of what might happen.

“Cisco, no!” you called out, attempting to grasp at the gun in an attempt to keep him from firing.

But it wasn’t your pull that caught his attention, but rather your very presence. With a quizzical gaze, Cisco seemed to finally take you in, dressed in a form-fitting dress that was far from your usual day attire, with hair and makeup done to perfection, he seemed lost to not only your appearance but the fact you were even there.

“Y/N?” he paused. If his tone hadn’t given away his confusion, his furrowed brows and the slight tilt of his head certainly did.

But you didn’t get a chance to answer or explain, the lights behind him were shining all the brighter and you knew you were done for.

A resounding footstep drew the scientist’s attention from you as he half raised the rifle once more before stopping in shock. This was your chance, your small reprieve where you could explain why Harry was there, why you were dressed as you were, to make up some wonderful lie that might stop him from instantly spreading rumours amongst the rest of the team. But as you took in the sight of the man stepping out into your world, all words were far from your mind.

He was in black, that much was a norm, but what was not was the perfectly tailored suit, the crisp shirt that seemed to accentuate the sharp lines of his features, and if that hadn’t been enough, the bouquet of roses he held in his hand had certainly stolen your words away.

“Happy V-” he stopped suddenly, his sights narrowing in on Cisco. To the untrained eye, he may have seemed furious, and while you were certain that there was some level of fury within him at Cisco’s being there, you could tell there were far more emotions at play. The slight glance between you and Cisco, the fear and insecurity in his gaze, the way he chewed ever so slightly on his bottom lip and moved his weight from foot to foot gave him away. But he was never one to show his fears or anxieties, not when he could shelter them away with a well-practised mask of anger.

“Ramon,” he cleared his throat, attempting, and rather failing, at hiding the flowers from view. “I didn’t expect you to be here.”

“Well, what did you- Oh ho ho!” Cisco cheered as realisation dawned upon him. Taking a few steps until he was right in the middle of the two of you, he turned from one to another as if watching a thrilling game of tennis, his grin growing with every movement. “Oh, now it all makes sense! You’re here to see Y/N! Oh man, I can’t wait to tell Iris and Wally this, they are going to flip!”

Your eyes widened almost comically as you finally caught Harry’s gaze, a mirror of your own fear. Panic pushed you both forwards, Harry easily gliding towards Cisco as you attempted to do the same, only to get your heel caught in one of the completely unnecessary tactile indicators that lined the floor. With an undignified yelp, you stumbled forwards, only to be caught by those familiar hands grasping your forearms to help right you.

“You alright?” Harry asked, with a level of concern few had ever been privy to. With a reassuring smile and nod, you huffed out a breath as you fixed yourself. But the moment was short-lived as Cisco’s laughter filled the air once more.

“Oh, this is going to be amazing!” Cisco clapped his hands in front of him, the pulse rifle hanging uselessly once more as he practically sauntered away from you, already halfway to the door. “Harry and Y/N secretly dating, Harry turning up with flowers on Valentine’s Day, a dramatic swoon before he catches her in a daring show of romance… Oh yeah, this is going to be fun!”

You were half ready to throw your shoes off and chase after him when his distant singing reached your ears. “Y/N and Harry sitting in a tree! K-I-S-S-”

“Oh yeah, I’m going to kill him,” Harry sighed, drawing your attention away from your own murderous thoughts towards the man who still held onto you. But his gaze was not on you, nor on the doorway your so-called friend had just left through, but rather the somewhat demolished bouquet of flowers that littered the floor behind him.

“You brought flowers?” it was hardly the most pressing thought you had had in the past few moments, and yet, for some unknown reason, it was the only thought your brain could provide.

A heavy sigh fell from the scientist’s lips as he finally let go of you to pick up the fallen mess of flowers, half of which were mere stems as the petals had given way on their less than gracious fall to earth. With a particularly dejected frown taking over his features, Harry looked over the once pristine roses with utter disapproval. “I know Valentine’s Day is important on this Earth, I thought flowers would be nice.”

A soft smile graced your lips as you made your way towards him, pushing away the occasional petal on your way. “They’re still nice, just messy, I can do messy.”

A huff of laughter was all his reply as he handed you the disgraced bouquet with a somewhat sheepish smile. “So much for a perfect Valentine’s Day, huh?”

Humming gently in response, you gave him a smile of your own, one that you wished held the confidence you needed to encourage him. “Well, once we kill Cisco, or torture him into silence, we can get back to a perfect Valentine’s Day, what do you say?”

But there was no response. No words came from the usually verbose scientist. As the silence raged on, you grew uneasy, until you couldn’t help but meet his searching gaze. You had expected laughter, or at the very least that it would pull him out of his mind enough that you might find Cisco before he told everyone of your secret relationship. What you had not expected to see was a look of wonderment, as if Harry was trying to figure out a complex equation in your gaze.

A heavy blush was heating your cheeks and you desperately wanted to look away, but that was the thing about those gorgeous blue eyes, they were magnetic. Once he caught your gaze there was no power on heaven or earth that could pull you away. After a long moment, you couldn’t stand it any longer, you had to know what he was thinking that had him so very lost before you. “Harry?” his name came out quieter than you had intended, almost shyly, but it seemed to be enough to break him from his thoughts.

With a dry swallow, he took a moment, his gaze never leaving yours. “What if we didn’t?”

An anxious array of thoughts flooded your mind at those words; fearful thoughts of this being the end, of him deciding he had had enough of you, that the risk wasn’t worth the reward, that at the very least, your date night had been truly ruined before it could even begin.

“Didn’t what?” you asked with a dry throat, terrified to know the answer, but curious beyond anything else.

“What if we didn’t stop him? What if we just left? Just went on our way, had dinner, enjoyed Valentine’s Day and let him tell the others?” he spoke so quickly you weren’t certain you had heard him right. Were it not for the way his chest had puffed out subconsciously in a defensive manner, ready to fight for his opinion, you may have easily thought you had misheard him.

“You want them to know?” you asked in a small voice, insecurity and uncertainty plaguing your mind as you desperately tried to figure out what he meant.

“Do you?” he threw the question back at you almost instantly.

Of course you wanted them to know, you didn’t want to keep sneaking into the lab to meet with him in secret in the middle of the night, or breaching over to his earth only when Jesse wouldn’t notice, but that didn’t mean he wanted the same. You had been keeping quiet for so long now, and it had been for him, hadn’t it? Had he really thought this through? Was it even possible he truly wanted the secret to be out?

But then, if there was one thing you knew for certain, one thing anyone who had ever so much as come across him could tell, it was that Harrison Wells never did anything without thinking it through almost obsessively. If he was suggesting this, he meant it with full sincerity.

A beaming smile took over you once more, and you couldn’t help but duck your head in embarrassment as you felt it pull at your features. But for the second time that evening, words wouldn’t come to you. You were, quite literally, speechless.

You had to answer, had to give him some kind of clue as to what you were thinking, after all, Harrison Wells could handle a lot of things, but not knowing something was not one of them. So you did the only thing you could think of. Pushing yourself forward onto the toes of your precarious high heels, you pressed your lips against his in a gentle kiss.