Don't Get Too Close

Monday?

“Through here.” the tall brunette directed me, she pushed open two thick wooden doors. I saw Harry sitting there behind a large, dark colored desk. “Mr. Osborn.”  the brown haired secretary cleared her throat. Harry smiled as he stood up. The secretary left and Harry stepped around his desk, leaning on it. 

“Lou?” he asked, grinning. “Oh my god, wow… I mean, look at you! I can’t believe it!” he sighed and I smiled softly. 

“I know, it’s been a while.” I said shyly. 

“Well, you went away for college when we were, like, sixteen, so yeah… it’s been a while.” he laughed, still smiling. “How are you?”

“I’m great, Harry, thank you.” I smiled again. “Anyway, I just moved back and Peter and I went out for coffee and he told me about your father so I thought I’d drop in and say I’m sorry.”

“No, no, it’s fine.” he said and looked down, a smile still plastered on his face. “God, I really missed you.” he told me, pushing off his desk and walking close to me. I looked to my feet as he stood there. I felt him put his arms around me and pull me to his chest. I tensed up at first but slowly relaxed and pushed myself up on my toes so I could slide my arms up his chest to wrap around his neck and squeeze, closing my eyes to savor every moment I had with him. 

Peter and Harry were my best friends in school even though we didn’t have classes together. We’d meet after school and go somewhere, usually Peter’s house, we’d watch cartoons and eat snacks. I was always that kid that didn’t socialize well, I had two close friends and I was still shy around them. I left high school in the middle of my junior year and went to college in Seattle. I emailed and texted them but it wasn’t the same and became less and less frequent until it was only a few every couple months. 

“I missed you too, Harry.” I sighed, getting down off my tip toes and letting my hands slide off him, but his hands moved to my waist. 

“Are you working anywhere, yet?” Harry asked me.

“No…”

“Do you want to come work for me?” He smiled again, as big as before. 

“You don’t have to give me a job Harry, I-” 

“I want to, I want you to work for me.” he grinned, looking down at me. “We can be just like we were.” he said happily. If by ‘just like we were’ he means I drool over him and he’s drools over someone else, then we’re already reliving old times; he watched the secretary walk out earlier before speaking. 

“Yea..” I replied softly. “Okay.” 

“Alright, you can start Monday?” He asked, raising an eyebrow, I nodded before hugging him one last time before turning to leave.