Cupid Screwed Up (Harry Osborn Fanfic)

Chapter 7

"Maria!" Mum called my name. Then a few moments later she barged into my room without knocking.
"Maria, I'm heading to work, and don't forget to make something for lunch for you and Peter."
"Today is Saturday," I groaned.
"I'm well aware of that," Mum checks her watch on her wrist.
"I might work late today, I'm not one hundred percent sure, but just a heads up."
"Okay, love you."
"Love you, and please make sure Peter doesn't wash the American flag again." She kissed my head, before leaving and forgetting to close my door.

I was about to go back to sleep, but my phone buzzed on my nightstand. I reached for my phone and grabbed it. It was a text from Harry.

Harry: call me when you can

Without questioning I dialed his phone number and called him. After two rings he finally picked up.
M: I saw your message, is everything alright?
H: I was wondering if you would like to spend the weekend with me
M: like a sleepover at your place?
H: yeah a sleepover
M: umm sure yeah sounds great. Do you want me to come over like now?
H: yes
M: alright then. Send me your address I'll be there
H: see you then

I hung up and then screamed with joy into my pillow. I fanned my face with my hands.
"Okay, okay. Maria get yourself together you're going to spend the weekend with Harry," I told myself.

I got up from bed and then headed to the bathroom to brush my teeth and get ready.
I packed a pair of comfy clothes into my sleepover bag.

I went into Peter's room and knocked on his door.
"Come in!" I walked into his face all dirty. I raised a brow.
"Your face looks like you were in hell and back," he just laughed.
"Anyways, just wanted to let you know that I'm having a sleepover with Harry at his place over the weekend."
"Absolutely not, I know what's gonna happen."
"I didn't come here to ask for your permission. I'm eighteen and old enough to make my own decisions. The reason why I told you is that I wanted to let you know where I was so you and Mum wouldn't worry about me."
"When are you going to be back?"
"Monday. I and Harry are going to work together then after work, I'll be home. Anyways gotta go."

I left Peter's room and took my sleepover bag with me downstairs. I put on my shoes and checked my phone to see a text message from Harry.

I clicked on his message to see that he sent me his address. He lived in New York's finest apartments. I started walking towards the subway station to take the train to his place.

It took me seventeen minutes to his place. I walked to the lobby. I found the elevator then clicked on the appropriate floor and the elevator started moving.

After what seemed like forever, the elevator stopped. The doors opened and I stepped out. I wandered around the halls looking for the apartment number, then I finally found it.

I knocked on the door. Harry opened the door with a huge smile on his face.
"Maria! You're here come on in," he stepped aside and I walked in looking around.
"Your place. It's nice."
"Thanks and I called my butler off, he can take a break while we spend the weekend together."
"That's so nice of you. Where can I put my stuff?"
"Let me get that for you," he grabbed my sleepover bag from my hand and led me to a room that I guessed was his bedroom.

His bedroom was gigantic. It was a master bedroom with a bathroom inside. He lay my sleepover bag on the cushion next to one of the gigantic windows.
"Let's go to the kitchen I have a surprise for you," Harry got a hold of my hand and started leading me to his kitchen.
"Close your eyes. No peeking," he whispered.
"Okay," I closed my eyes and Harry put one hand on my hip and the other holding my hand then started slowly making me walk.