"I'm gonna worry about you either way Peter. Not knowing, I'm gonna worry because you keep disappearing and ditching me coming home with bruises. And now knowing I'm gonna worry because a giant lizard did this to you. Basically either way I'm gonna...
After lunch with Gwen, I make my way to Harry's like I promised. I still hated myself for catching some feelings for him since I wasn't completely out of love with Peter. When I got there I let myself in going straight to where I knew Harry would be most likely drinking. Walking into the room I was right, seeing Harry sitting on one of the couches drinking away.
"Drinking isn't going to fix all your problems." I say walking over to him and he smiles sitting up pouring me a drink.
"I know." He hands me a glass as I sit down next to him.
"Harry, you look terrible. You need to get some sleep." I take the glass but set it down on the table.
"Still worried about me, huh?" He chuckles, pouring himself more.
"Harry, I'm serious. You look-," He cuts me off.
"If you say like I'm dying... I know." I huff, shaking my head at him.
"Harry Osborn, stop it right now! I'm tired of hearing you saying that. I know and I understand but you still have time." My voice cracks as I raise my voice at him.
"Look at this! How long do you think I have?" He shows me his neck.
"Harry, your father was," I get cut off again.
"What? That gives me like 10 more years to live before I die." He raises his voice making me down my drink frustrated.
"Will you just get some rest please? You have terrible bags. You look like you got punched in both eyes."
"Am I no longer attractive?" He jokes.
"You're still attractive... The dark bags make those beautiful eyes stand out more which I hate because I can't stop looking at them."
"Right, they're your weakness..." He moves closer to me smiling, "Along with my smile." He places his hand on my knee.
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"Just try taking a nap. For me? Will you please take a nap?" I place my hand on top of his because he needs some sleep.
"I'm not tired."
"Are you seriously going to lie when you look like you do?" I slap his leg before crossing my arms at him.
"I'll get some rest if you get some with me." He lays down on another couch making room for me to lay down with him.
"If it's the only way to get you to sleep then fine." I get up and go to lay down next to him facing him. "Now, fall asleep." I make him laugh.
"Thank you."
"For what?" I ask as he puts his arm around me holding me closer to him.
"Worrying and caring about me. Being here for me and wanting to help me."
"Harry, I've known you since we were little. Yes, we haven't talked or seen each other in eight years but that doesn't mean anything." I move his hair out of his eyes.
