TASM Harry Osborn x reader

7

You'd spent all of your money you'd made the previous day at work getting your hair, make up and nails done for this party, only to be told to go home after two men called you pretty, imagine if he came to your work, jesus. "Thank you Henry, I'll see you soon" you weakly smiled at him, he nodded and drove off, leaving you alone in your cramped apartment, at least it wasn't as bad as being stuck in Harrys gigantic apartment alone. The feeling of dread washed over you, you wonder why he actually didn't want you there, just a minute ago he was gushing about how beautiful you were and then telling you it would be better if you left, you practically ripped off the heels, blisters on your feet you put them back in the box you'd convinced Henry to let you keep in the car, at least you got some good photos In them and the dress, and Gwen thought you looked amazing, you unzipped the dress, laying it out flat on your bed, grabbing its dust bag and carefully putting it away in your wardrobe, putting on a large tshirt and long lounge pants, finally you held your hand to the necklace around your neck, honestly you'd sleep better knowing that every piece of Harry Osborn was as far away from up you as possible, moments ago you thought about how you never wanted to take it off, now all you wanted was it off of you, quickly walking to your bathroom washing off your makeup and tying back your hair, you got in bed, turning on you tv to watch evening tv, there was a criminal minds marathon on tonight, so you tuned into that.
God hours must've passed before you got a loud, angry knock on your door, no one was meant to come over, you checked your phone,
Harry 12 missed calls
Harry- why aren't you at the apartment?
Harry- Are you at Gwens?
Harry- peters?
Harry- I'm coming over
Gwen :p- watch outs he's angry
Bugman- what the heck happened he's pissed?
Great, Harry's probably at the door then, "Y/n! Open the door!" Harry yelled from behind the front door, "please?"
You opened it quietly, "Y/n," Harry smiled, leaning in for a hug,
"Don't hug me please," you stated quietly, almost inaudibly, his smile dropped,
"Doll I-"
"I just wanna sleep Harry." You choked quietly, almost letting out a cry, you wanted to run back into his arms so badly, you wanted to suffocate in his repulsing expensive cologne, you wanted him to lay in your bed with you. He looked at you, probably judging you, you thought to yourself, "where's the necklaces I bought for you? I thought you loved  it" he choked, looking down at you with tears in his eyes,
"Please, go home Harry, I'm tired-"
"Oh are you upset I told you to go home? To our home? Because you looked like a fucking slut?!" He snapped at you, cutting you off, before immediately realising what he has said.
"You bought the dress? I didn't know how it looked until three hours ago," you sobbed, tears pouring down your face, how could he say that to you? What the duck is wrong with him, "that's a pretty bad apology Harry" you started into his eyes before closing the door in his face, locking it behind you, you sank to the floor, screaming, gripping at your hair, you didn't know if he could hear you, and honestly you didn't care, he can go to his house and live his life, and leave you the fuck out of it.

A/n- sorry about the short chapter, leave some comments for what to do next idk if I'll finish this story I've just kinda lost inspo ration for it