Parley // Songfics [editing bc my eng is more basic than u]

drivers license - Olivia Rodrigo

im back after 30000000 years

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so uhm drivers license hhhhh

enjoy ig¿

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Harley drove his car for the first time since he got his license, his first ride felt a lot more different than what he'd imagined.

"I can't wait for you to get your license. You can drive up to me and May's apartment!" Peter exclaimed one night they'd both stayed at the tower. They'd been talking about some trivialities and what they wanted to do once summer break started when Peter mentioned Harley's upcoming 16th birthday, and as a consequence, the driving lessons he'd been taking from Tony so he could get his permit as soon as possible.

The roads were almost empty, giving the blonde a bigger sense of loneliness that hadn't left his heart ever since that horrible, horrible day, a week before summer. 

"Me neither, sweetheart," Harley said, holding the brunette closer, burrowing his face in his boy's soft curls. "I'll drive home to you." He halfheartedly joked. Peter chuckled scooting a bit closer.

He didn't know where he was, his car was running out of gas, and his vision was blurry with unshed tears as the conversations replied in his head over and over.

"Ned said you wanted to talk?" Harley questioned as soon as Peter was in his field of view. It was two months after that talk they had on Harley's bed and things had drastically changed from then on.

His sobs became louder and louder and as soon as he started crying he couldn't stop. He just couldn't.

It was a weird occurrence for Peter to be so serious, but Harley couldn't say he didn't completely expect it. Peter had been slowly drifting away from Harley, he would always be busy and responded his boyfriend's texts with the same shameless excuses that they could both see through. 

His phone buzzed. And it buzzed, and it buzzed, and it buzzed, and it- it wouldn't stop. And Harley couldn't see through the tears that now flooded freely down his cheek and past his chin, and his fingers were aching from how hard he was griping the wheel- but it didn't compare to the pain of his heart. Nothing did, really. 

"Yeah, I- I don't know how-," he took a deep breath and Harley's anxiety spiked. "Look, Harley," he started, letting the blond know this was more serious than he thought by using his full name. No pet names, no Harls. None of that.

"I loved you, okay? I really did, " Harley knew this was coming. "But I just don't think it's gonna work between us."

Nothing was like the pain of losing the one you thought was the love of your life. Nothing hurt like knowing that you weren't enough. Like knowing that you were nothing, nothing, nothing without them. Nothing compared to the ache that installed in his chest everytime he thought of Peter.

"What do you mean?" He asked pointlessly, tears threatening to spill. 

"You know what I mean, Harley." There it was again. That cold tone, and the way he said his name, like it wasn't his boyfriend he was addressing to, like Harley wasn't totally and hopelessly devoted to Peter. Like he didn't love him so deeply it hurt and his chest clutched at how much he felt for him.

Sweet, beautiful, full of life, Peter- who broke his heart into a hundred pieces.

But he knew this was coming. He knew it from the moment Ned said Peter wanted to talk to him, urgently. He knew it from the first time the newyorker avoided him, averted his gaze and let him go with a pathetic excuse. He knew the heartbreak would be inmensably unbearable from the moment he first laid eyes on the brunette.