just this once.

harry leaves you alone at the osborn mansion

it was the week before christmas. college finals were taking a toll on you. you had never felt so stressed in your life.

as you plopped down into harry's bed, he wrapped his arms around you.

"(y/n), stop stressing so much. it's just one exam." harry said.

"yeah, one exam that'll determine if i pass this class or not." you replied.

harry sighed and started rubbing your arm with his thumb, which seemed to calm you down. you turned around and kissed his cheek. he smiled and returned a kiss on your forehead.

"you sh-" harry was cut off by the ringing of his phone. he answered it and you heard peter talking.

"what? oh shit, i completely forgot about that, yeah i'll be right there." harry said, hanging up the phone.

you furrowed your brows as he jolted up from the bed and started changing his clothes.

"where are you going?" you asked him, confused.

"i forgot about this thing peter and i have to do for our physics class," he said. "you can stay here if you want, my father will be downstairs in his lab all night."

you hesitated but eventually agreed to staying. harry's father always had this kind of demeanor to him that just made chills run down your spine. at times, he was a kind and talkative person, but other times he was standoffish and rude. you just never knew what side you'd get.

none the less, you thought Mr. Osborne was quite handsome. The way his product free hair would curl around his forehead and the way he'd cuff his shirt to his elbows showing his veiny arms drove you crazy.

"you should take a break from studying." harry yelled, already across the hallway.

you sighed and closed the heavy textbook you had been reading for hours on end. you snuggled into a pillow and closed your eyes. a few minutes later, you footsteps coming up the stairs, mr. Osborne's footsteps.

you quickly sat up and opened your textbook, trying to make it look like you were studying. your heart was pounding as the footsteps grew louder.

"har- oh" he blurted. "ms. (y/l/n), i wasn't expecting to see you. he said with a smirk.

"oh um, harry had to go do something with peter." you said with a smile, hoping he wouldn't see how terrified, yet how intrigued, you were.

"alright um, i'll just... are you hungry?" he asked, with an unreadable face.

"um," you decided to be honest, "yeah a little." you said with a small laugh.

"how about i make you some dinner, does that sound nice?" he said with a chuckle.

"oh mr. Osborn, you really don't have t-"

"nonsense! you're my guest." he interrupted.

you smiled and followed norman down the stairs into the kitchen. he poured himself a glass of whiskey and took a small sip before entering the pantry and taking out two potatoes.

"you sit and observe a master at work." he said jokingly, making you laugh.

he placed the potatoes on a cutting board and started chopping the first one.

"so, how's school going for you?" he asked you suddenly.

"oh uh, it's going pretty we-" you were saying, when you heard the knife drop onto the floor.

norman winces and shook his hand. you saw blood dripping from his finger and got up from the stool to look for something to stop the bleeding.

"there's some bandaids in that cupboard." he pointed to the left.