Harry Wells x Meta Reader (Flash)

"Has he always been that built?" 

Your gaze was fixated in Harry's direction. He was scribbling some equations on the board. Every now and then he would pause when he got stuck on something, folding his arms. Damn those dark shirts, why the hell did they look so good on him. 

A better question, does glasses count as a fetish? It must have fallen under some type of category.

"Something you need help with Morales." You shoot up in your seat, nearly falling off. Harry doesn't turn fully, just looks at you from the side. 

"N-Nah I'm fine, just thinking you know. This hero stuff is a lot to take in. Gotta stay sharp." Your failed attempt at a cover was terrible.

"Indeed, you of all people need the most help."

"Wow, thank you Harry. You never fail to make my heart swoon with your flattering compliments. " The sarcasm that drips from your words causes a smile to rise on Harry's face.

"Hey Harry." He hums in recognition.

"Why do you do that?" With a raised brow he turns to you.

"Do what?"

"Why do you address everyone by their last name?"

He stiffens, and you move in.

"Feels like even now you try to create distance between yourself and others."

"I thought your major was engineering." you grin.

"Don't need to be a psychology major to read you Harry." It's possible that's an unconscious decision. Cisco is possibly his best friend and he still addresses him that way.

"Is there a way you'd prefer I address you?" He's almost looming over you.

"No I..I don't mind. Just a bit curious I guess." You had no idea why you were whispering. This moment just feels so tender, you fear that if you raise your voice it'll be gone.

"Harrison." His eyes search yours in question.

"No one really calls you that, i-is it alright if I call you that sometimes. Maybe when..it's just the two of us."

"The two of us.." 

The request sounds strangely intimate, but Harry convinces himself not to read much into it. There could be any number of reasons you're asking this. Somehow he hopes it's for all the ones he's thinking of.

"You can."

A very Harry reply, but it still makes your heart do a quick flutter.

"Guys!!" Cisco's abrupt call startles you.

"Ramon, must you be so annoyingly loud." Cisco wears a mocking face.

"You know what Harry, I was going to be nice and invite you to movie night, but now I think not."

"Movie night?" you ask.

"Yep! Caitlin wants us to all get together and have some good old fashioned rest and relaxation."

You perk up. "That sounds great, have you guys decided on where we'll do it? My apartment is always open to you."

"Say no more, your house it is." You're beaming.

"Great! I can't wait."

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"I can't believe they all bailed." You can't help but pout. How dare they get you all hyped and then cancel at the last second.

Caitlin was the one who suggested the little team movie night, so you agreed readily, even offered to host it. Harry was the first to show up, so while the trailers were rolling, you were busy handling the snacks for everyone. One by your phone kept going off, each person making a different excuse for why they couldn't show up. The first one you didn't really think much of it, but by text four you were sure of it, they planned this. Awkwardly walking out with a bowl of popcorn and two sodas, you placed it on the table. 

"I-I hope you don't mind butter."

"Butter is fine." you nod, taking a seat. Legs close together, you sat there, tense. The movie already started.

"Are you uncomfortable?" Harry's statement makes you turn.

"I'm assuming by the tension in your shoulders that it's just going to be the two of us tonight." you sigh, nodding.

"Yeah..I'm sorry. I really thought this would be a team thing. I was kind of looking forward to it. But I'm glad you showed up, so let's just enjoy the movie. I'll give them a piece of my mind tomorrow depending on how good this movie is."

Harry is wearing a small smile. "That seems fair." 

So you lean back, forcing yourself to relax. He does the same, sinking into the soft material of your couch. You try to keep your gaze forward to catch up with the minutes you've lost, but you keep sneaking looks at his outfit. Today he isn't in his usual attire. He's wearing a dark blue star labs t-shirt and a pair of jeans. His hair is also a bit more tamed than its usual unruly fluff. Though to you, both hairstyles look good on him.

As the minutes pass by you find yourself totally immersed in the movie. You really should thank Iris for the recommendation. The plot is going pretty well too. You don't feel that bad that you've missed the first couple minutes since you were preparing the snacks. Harry is oddly quiet. You wonder if he's fallen asleep, but he's leaned back, just as taken. So you shift a bit closer, just an inch, not enough for him to notice you hope, focusing back on the show. It's an older film, which is why you had no problem watching it. For you, most of the recent movies that are released seem predictable. You loved the classics, and since this was one you'd never seen, it was even better.

The movie carries on, and one particular scene makes you a bit stiff. The argument between two adults and the lack of distance, you have no doubt there's about to be a kiss. You're usually not the type to get embarrassed over such things, but with Harry sitting right next to you, it sort of amplifies your nerves. This is the second kiss you're about to witness and suddenly it all makes sense. Iris totally set you up. "How about I get us some more drinks yea?" you want to bolt out of there, just long enough for the moment to pass. Harry takes your wrist just as you're about to get up.

"I'm not thirsty."

"Are you sure Harry because I feel really parched, so let me just get that drink."

"Morales." He still has a hold on hand, urging you back down to sit. You bite your cheek.

"Sorry, I'm making this a lot more awkward than it should be."

"I've learned to expect that from someone of your age. "

He never fails to bring up your age. 

"Harry can you stop with the age thing, I'm nearly thirty. I keep telling you guys I'm not a kid."

"I know that." His thumb brushes over your wrist. The action has you a bit skittish again. You're afraid to look him directly in the eyes, but you can just feel his stare on you. "Look at me." you obey, eyes flickering to him. 

"Harrison.." 

He leans in a bit closer, palm resting gently on your cheek. He pulls you in, and the second your lips connect it's like magic. He's so careful, kissing you softly. Is this really the same guy that tosses items around the lab on a daily basis? His hand skims down your neck and you let out a moan. His hand keeps travelling. He stops right at your shoulder pulling back. You're a panting mess, but Harry looks just the same. He's smiling at the dazed look on your face.

"Morales." you blink. Looking down at your wrist, you realize Harry is holding it.

"A coke will do fine." 

The dumbstruck expression must be puzzling to Harry. "S-Sure thing!" you run to get the beverage, and as you're safely in the kitchen, you lean against the counter.

"Please tell me I did not just imagine that entire thing."

Right about now you would have been fine if a hole opened up and swallowed you.