Harry Osborn a devil, huh? Fall in love? No chance! Does he really love Y/n? Or is he just playing games? Will Y/n be able to fix him? Will she find a cure for his unknown disease? Will they be happy together? Or they'll die of unlived love?
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After work, Harry dropped me off at home and we agreed at 8:00pm to come pick me up for dinner.
I took a quick shower and fixed my hair. I decided to wear one of my favorite dresses.
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At exactly 8:00 pm, Harry parked his lambo outside my apartment and I got inside the car. "You look amazing!" Harry kissed my hand. "Thank you. I can say the same thing about you."
We arrived at the Italian restaurant. A waiter showed us our table and then took our order. I was happy that Harry and I went on a date, but it didn't have to be in such an expensive place. "You didn't have to take me to such an expensive place!"
"You deserve the best. And that's nothing!" He grabbed my hand and rubbed it with his thumb. "With that money you're going to throw in here, I can make a year."
"Don't worry!" The waiter came back with our order. Harry waited until he left and spoke again. "I'd love to meet your family, for example tomorrow for dinner"
"You already know Harry, maybe Aunt May would love to see me with a boy, but my dad doesn't want to hear about me, i don't think that he will come, but I'm still going to call him."
"Okay. Where do you want me to make a reservation?" Harry tasted his wine.
"In my apartment."
"But why?"
"I don't want you to spend your money on me, and I want you to try something I've cooked."
" I'm happy to spend my money on you! And when we get married, I'm going to eat what you've cooked."
"That's so sweet of you, but I'm already determined, and it would be nice of you to respect my decision!"
"Fine!" He rolled his eyes. "This food is delicious, but I prefer your spaghetti!"
"I'll make you again."
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After dinner, Harry left me at home. First I called Aunt May and she agreed to come and help me make the food. Then I called Gwen, and she said yes, too. The hard part remained.
On the first two calls he didn't pick up, but on the third he knew I wasn't going to give up.
"What do you want?" My father said.
"Yes, I'm fine, dad, thanks for asking!"
"What do you want, I don't have much time?"
"Tomorrow at 6:00 p.m., can you come to my apartment, my boyfriend wants to meet you? You can take your stupid wife, too!"
"I'll come, but only to see the fool you're fucking."
"Yes Dad bye, I miss you too!" I hung up the phone. I was already used to his behavior. I was seven when my mother died and he left me to Aunt May and left with that fool. It's no a big deal.
