Harrison Wells x Reader

"I thought you actually cared about us, about me," you muttered quietly as you looked in the bright shining blue eyes you knew belonged to Harrison Wells, it made you choke up when you reminded yourself that despite it being Harrison's face, it wasn't the Harrison Wells you had know fifteen years ago, this was a different man, a murderer.

Harrison, or Eobard, but at this point you still referred to him as Harrison just because you couldn't bring yourself to call him anything different when he looked like the man you were in love with.

He took off his glasses and leaned casually against the side of his cell. "Oh (y/n), I'll be honest, it was never my intention to grow so fond of Cisco or Caitlin, and especially not Barry, but I definitely did not intend to fall in love with you. I know the original Harrison Wells was madly in love with you but I never saw the appeal, until you came to Central City and I actually got to work with you, then I quickly learned what it was he saw in you."

"And what exactly is that?" you asked, looking at him through your lashes.

"Your perseverance and confidence, you heart, your kindness," he listed as his blue eyes watched you intently. "He always admired the way you could make your job into more of a game, he loved how you always had an opinion and would never hesitate to share."

You used your hair to hide the smile that pulled at your lips as a memory decided to invade your mind.

…

"How's it going for you?" Harrison asked as he leaned down over your shoulder, eyeing the algorithm that was pulled on your computer screen.

You turned your head towards your partner and smiled before returning your eyes to the screen. "Perfect, I'm surprisingly ahead of schedule."

"How'd you manage that?"

You moved your cursor and brought up the stopwatch you had hidden on your desktop, pausing it before responding, "I'm timing myself, if I can finish before the timer runs out then I am allowing myself to get a much needed haircut as a reward."

Harrison chuckled and your smile widened when you felt his lips press against your cheek. "You're the only person I know who can manage to turn anything into a game." He wrapped his arms around you and rested his chin on your shoulder.

"My dad loved making games out of even the smallest thing, I guess it just sort of got passed down to me." You turned and kissed him square on the lips before unwrapping his arms. "Now if you'll excuse me, Mr. Wells, I have an algorithm to finish." You attempted to sound annoyed with his presence but the smirk on your face and happiness shining in your eyes easily gave away that you were joking.

He laughed and put his hands up in surrender, "Well I wouldn't want to keep you any long Ms. (l/n), please by all means, continue." You both laughed together as he went across the room to the door, intent on going back to his own work. "I'll see you when you're done, have fun (y/n)."

You spun around in your chair, fixing him with a cheeky smile. "I plan on it."

…

You shook your head and returned your attention to the Harrison Wells standing in front of you. He was watching you intently and he had stopped talking, taking note that you had drifted off and were no longer paying attention to him.

"Remember something?" he asked with a smirk.

Though you found it difficult, you forced yourself to fix him glare. "Be quiet. Don't pretend you actually know what kind of relationship Harrison and I had, especially after you're the one that destroyed it."

This Harrison placed a hand on his heart in mock offense, "It's sad to think that you don't believe that I know his feelings, especially since now, I have the same feelings."

You shook your head angrily, your fists clenching at your sides, "I don't need to hear anything else from you, not after all you've done to us."

You turned on your heels and opened your palm over the screen next to the Pipeline, getting ready to close the door.

"You mean help Barry with his speed and keeping this city safe? Helping Cisco and Caitlin with there work? Helping you?"

You stood up straight and made sure to keep your face hidden from so that he didn't see the tears welling in your eyes or the few that had managed to escape. You didn't respond but rather pressed your finger tips to the computer screen, successfully closing the Pipeline door.

You forced yourself to move, to leave, not only the Pipeline but also the building. You didn't want to see Cisco or Caitlin or anybody right now. All you wanted at this point was to be alone, alone with the memories you had of your times with Harrison Wells, and not the recent ones, but the ones from fifteen years ago, when he wasn't Eobard Thawne, when he wasn't an insane speedster, and when he wasn't a murderer.

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