The key to your heart (Peter x Harley)

5. Arrogance

The next day Harley comes around, I can already tell he's less nervous than the day before. He greets me without attempting to shake my hand and immediately heads for the piano room, not bothering to wait for me. I furrow a brow and wheel after him.

''Huh, guess he picked up on my mood quick. Good I guess." I think to myself as I roll down the hall.

By the time I've opened the door, he's already sitting at the piano with his papers ready and bag tucked away neatly next to the door. I give him a sarcastic smile: "You can pick up on this quickly but the notes are still too hard for you?"

That made him chuckle. He smiles altough still a little akward and brushes a lock of hair away from his face: "Well, yeah. I thought it might be better if we could just get into it immediately."

I shrug and park myself next to him, already dreading the violent attack his playing will have on my ears..

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With a huff I roll myself onto the balcony, eyes blazing. That little prick really had the audacity to ask me to be less arrogant. I'm not arrogant! I can't help it if he can't handle the truth! With an angry sigh I run my hand through my tangled curls before letting it slide down my face.

It's not long before I hear the balcony door open again and a pair of footsteps that stop next to me. I look at him in my periheral vision, watching as he takes in the view of New York.

"I'm sorry y'know. I didn't mean to sound rude. But it's just- I'm really trying. And I wanna do my best.." He stutters slightly. I sigh and pull my jacket closer around myself. I nod as I look up at him: 

"Alright. I'm sorry too. It's difficult to be nice lately since all this shit happened. The constant pitying and swaddling of everyone like I am going to disintegrate by the slightest breeze." I say with a sour face.

He looks at me understandingly, God how the fuck does he do that when he is standing next to me like a tower. Yet he looks like he gets me. Then he asks.

"What even happened to you?"

I look up at him surprised. I guess he didn't quite expect that because he starts stuttering immediately, his ears turning a nice shade of red. "I didn't mean it like that- No wait sorry if that was rude I'm-'

I cut him off by raising my hand and shake my head: "Nah it's not that, it's just that I haven't been asked before, and people aren't so bold around me anymore. But I'll tell you." I take a deep breath and look at the sky.

During the time I'm speaking, he listens quietly, occasionally nodding with furrowed brows, empathy shown without shame.

"And yeah, I don't really remember the rest after that, only that when I woke up I didn't recognise my family and got told i'll never walk again. Spine crushed, life crushed. Everything fucked up I guess." I finish, my throat slightly dry from the talking. I didn't even realise how unfamiliar it had become.

He looks down at me with a troubled look: "Damn that's fucked. I'm sorry, truly. I've seen you on the news a few times and on the news after it happened but I never fully realised how shitty that must be. If you need to vent sometimes... I know you don't really know me.. but I can always listen y'know?" I smile and scoff amused.

 "Thanks. I'll keep it in mind."

Noticing it's getting a bit cold outside now I take him back inside and we head to the kitchen where he helps me get two steaming mugs of tea ready. He turns to look at me.

"You know, I'll try my best to remember all the notes and study really hard, promise. Will you promise me then that you'll be less angry with me if I do fuck up?"

I chuckle and shake his hand.

"Alright sir Harley Keener, I promise I will try."

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Well hello there!

I may have forgotten a bit about this story bc I didn't know how to continue but i'm getting the hang of it a bit more. Also I'm sorry it's short lol, I just smacked my keyboard and this came out. Enjoy. :)