You & Me | Harry Osborn

018: hazy miss daisy

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"Morning." I groan looking at Peter eating pancakes down stairs. "You're up late." He replies cutting a piece of his pancake. "I think last night was the first time I slept good in a while." I rub my eyes and sit next to him. He feeds me a piece of pancake he cut. "Thank you." I mumble while still munching.

I space out while Peter talks and I munch on the pancake. I don't even know what to think. I had no thoughts just pain. Harry tried to kiss me and trust me I more than wanted that but he didn't want me the alcohol made him think he did.

"So yeah aunt mays going to be going home tomorrow." Peter finishes his sentence. "That's good I'm glad she's okay." I reply. "How did it go with Harry yesterday?" He asks while munching, I grab his orange juice and take a sip. "I think we're forgiving?" I swallow. "Good well so... i got home really late and than I heard him come home at like 3AM." He gossips to me. I chuckle, "Maybe he was getting some?"

Of course i didn't even wanna know if he went crying to MJ to take him back after he tried to kiss me.

Peter feeds me another a piece, I eat slowly still hella tired, my head falls on peters shoulder, "I'm so exhausted." I mutter. "What we're you doing that made you so tired?" He asks.

Trying to stop Harry and maybe perhaps ending our friendship? Oh and yeah I cried because he used me to get over MJ? What is up with that girl? She probably doesn't even know my full name and everyone chooses her over me.

My eyes felt puffy as I looked at peters face while my head was still on his shoulder, he grunts, "ugh your heads fat."

I roll my eyes and yawn, "This dick is too." I chuckle, Peter gives me a look and smiles slightly. "I think you should get back to bed." He responds. "Lemme just take a little quick 5 minute nap on your shoulder." I mutter slowly falling back asleep.

"Oh get a room." A very familiar voice says. I continue to lay in peters shoulder as I grew more flustered than usual. "And a good morning to you Harry." Peter responds, he groans as we all did when we wake up in the morning. I feel a warmth grow closer and closer and Harry sat down right next to me. "Seems like azalea had a hell of a night." Peter says.

I lift my wobbly head and look at him, "Says you." I roll my eyes. He chuckles, "What do you mean?" He laughs. I pout my lips and turn my head, "All I'm saying is that I'm not the one who was drunk when I came to apologize." I explain.

He hums and has a confused tone with his voice, "That wasn't a dream?" He asks. "Wait does that mean i actually tried to kiss yo-"

"I'm sorry what?" I stop him. "Harry all I did was apologize and you accepted it and you left when you received a call from your father!" I yell, I feel peters eyes on me as I yell at Harry gaslighting him into believing that everything else that happened last night was a dream.

"Harry!" Peter pats him on the shoulder, "I mean it's perfectly normal to have wet dreams but about your best friend!" He chuckles. My cheeks blush and Harry gives me a sour smile.

"I did- I mean- uh-" he struggles getting his words out. "I never knew you had these feelings Harry."
I play along and tap his shoulder. "Oh please you cannot bully me for this I didn't even want to tell you guys!" He covers his face with his hands.

"I'm flattered I really am but you and me.." I chuckle. "It just wouldn't work out."

Peter chuckles, grabs his plate which was empty. "So are we forgiven?" Peter asks looking at Harry while washing his plate. "As long as you don't tell anyone that I had a dream that me and azalea kissed." He mutters.