Don't Get Too Close

I Love You.

I knocked on Harry’s door. He’d asked me to stop by sometime today, I guess he wasn’t expecting me just then because when he opened the door, he was shirtless and I started stuttering. 

“I-I-I… God you… you don’t h-have a shirt on I-I’ll come back in a…” he leaned against the door frame and stared down at me with an amused look in his face and my eyes roamed, trying not to look at him, but they landed on his neck. There was a place on his neck, a big place, and it looked infected and painful. “Harry…” I whispered, looking away from the wound and at his face. 

“Come inside.” he pulled me in by my hand and close the door when I was in. 

“Harry… Harry, what’s that on your neck?”  I asked.

“Lou, I… I didn’t want to tell you about this.” he said, rubbing the back of his head and pulling a shirt on. I looked at him, expecting an explanation. “I’m dying.” he told me. As soon as he started the word ‘dying’ I started crying. I stumbled back and put my hand on my chest, I almost fell but he caught me and helped me over to a chair. 

“Dying, what? You can’t do that.” I wailed. 

“Well, I am. But I know how to fix it… maybe.” 

“What? Do it!” I cried. He kneeled in front of me, pushed against my legs and held my hands in his. 

“Spiderman’s blood.” Harry said. “It can heal me, I just need to get it from him. Peter knows him, I know he does.” Harry squeezed my fingers lightly. Peter knows him, alright, considering Peter is Spiderman.

“Harry, how do you know that he’ll give it to you?” 

“He will. He has to, it’s his job, to save people he needs to save me now,” Harry explained. I put my hands on his cheeks, leaning my forehead on his and closing my eyes tightly so I could stop myself from crying even more than I already was. It didn’t work and tears spilled over my cheeks. I’ve loved Harry since I knew what love was, I couldn’t watch him die. 

“But, Harry, what if his blood doesn’t work?” I whimpered. 

“It will, I’m sure it will.” he pushed his thumbs over my cheeks and I opened my mixed-colored eyes and they were met by two big blue ones. “Hey,” he tried smiling. “I love you.” he told me. I sighed, a new set of salty tears following the same path as the first ones before telling him that I loved him back. He pushed himself up off the floor and stood over me, pushing his lips onto mine, my hands still on his cheeks and his hands on the chair, holding him up. 

“I hope he gives you his blood.” I said, once I’d pulled away from him.