Late Night Heartbreak || P.P. || COMPLETED

Part 30

Y/NS POV

the whole week, i lay on my bed when i could, other than work and other things, feeling dull and empty.

tears stained my cheeks almost all the time, but no more decided to fall, which felt weird.

it was even more weird to not get a message from peter, telling me goodnight, or just talking in general, it really was.

i sigh heavily, as i roll over and check my phone.

'no new notifications'

i place it back down before rolling over again, facing away from my phone. i stare into the pictures of pete and i that decorate my wardrobe, causing my eyes to finally decide to water.

my breathing becomes more ragged and unstable. i pull my covers closer, trying to fill the feeling of comfort and warmth i'm missing.

i close my eyes in attempt to calm my breathing, my mind full, yet empty.

(~•~)

i walk into oscorp, head high, and makeup covering the heavy bags under my eyes.

after checking in, i speed-walk to harrys office, making sure im not late to one of my first important days in oscorp.

"hello mr. osborn" i smile politely to harry as i walk in the room.

"call me harry, y/n" he chuckles lowly, and i nod quickly, taking a seat.

a man walks in the room hurriedly, his shoes tapping at the polished floor. harry and i turn out heads in his direction as he clears his throat.

"mr. osborn. there's a visitor by the name of 'peter parker' here to visit you" he says quickly. my heart skips a beat at his name, as if i hadn't heard it in years.

"ah yes, thank you. bring him in" harry smiles, and my small smile completely fades.

a minute of awkward silence passes between harry and me, my leg bouncing rapidly. i heard footsteps again, but this time keep my head locked on the window facing out into the streets of Queens.

i see harry smile at the presence of his friend, and he starts to talk. i zone out quickly, ignoring the conversation, however i'm snapped out of my thoughts when harry bounces a ball against the glass.

i look over to peter, and he smiles softly, but i just look away. i'm not dealing with (italics)that right now.

i stand up, and start to leave the room, feeling as if im interupting something. "whaddya' think? a view of my very own power plant" harry exclaims sarcastically, stopping me in my tracks.

he pulls his arm back, and swings the ball at the glass, causing it to bounce quickly and slip past harry's hand. the ball collides with the vase on the table, tipping it on the floor and smashing it into tiny bits, little fragments flying across the room. i gasp as the ball hurdles straight for me, and move back slightly, as if that would stop it, but i feel peters arm stretch out in front of my face, catching the ball. i smile at him softly, silently thanking him.

peter throws it back to harry, murmuring "be careful, harry." my eyes glace over to where the vase, or the bits of it, lie, water pooling out of it. i step towards it, bending down to pick it up, before harry stops me.

"you don't have to do that right now" he chuckles. i look up at him, before noticing his shaking hand, unable to stay still.

"are you alright?" i ask, before he starts mumbling reassurances. "yeah, it's just a little-" he starts before i ask him again, "you sure?" in a kind tone.

"yeah, i just need a little time alone with my friend" harry smiles, signalling for me to leave. i stand upright, brushing myself off. i start to leave, before nodding to peter.

PETERS POV

y/n pushes past me, and i look behind me, watching her trail off quickly.

looking back at harry, he grins, and asks "so how are you two?"

"uh- w-well, it's complicated" i stutter awkwardly. he tilts his head and furrows his yebrows, replying with "i don't do complicated"

i chuckle, "something happened last night. rather not talk about it" i say, and he nods.

"whatever" he says. "so, spiderman?"

my ears prick up, and i look at harry intensely. "what about him?"

"he," harry says ferociously, "was bitten by one of those things," my heart races, and i feel my ears getting hotter. "and it worked. i don't know how and i don't know why, but he can do everything else a spider can, including self-heal. i need to find him. ineed his blood" harry says, his eyes crazed and his arms flailing around.

"you need.." i start, shocked by my own words, "spidermans blood?"

"it'll save my life" harry almost pleads, tears gathering in the bottom of his eyes, making them glisten.

"it may not, har. it may not be that simple. you saw what happened to curt connors, right?" i asked, an incredulous smile threatening to show.

"connors was weak" harry says, and i almost laugh at his insanity. "this is me, peter" he smiles, leaning onto his deck, his hands gripping tightly at the wood.

"i don't think you can just set up a van and have him donate" i chuckle, i mean, i'm sure- i'm sure he's sensitive about people shoving needles and.." but i'm cut off by harry's laugh.

"ah, he's sensitive, okay. well, then, maybe you could just sensitively tell me where he is, and i will go ask him myself" harry says impatiently.

"what?" i ask, my eyebrows furrowed.

"you took his picture" harry says simply.

"so?" i asked, trying not to seem suspicious.

"you know him."

"i took a picture from a long way away. i used a long lens. i don't know him." i said, trying to explain myself, but harry chuckles and shakes his head.

"i put together what you said at the river. about how he gives people hope." he says, "come on. just say yes" he almost begs.

"don't turn your back on me!" he exclaims as i start to shake my head in disbelief.

"i don't wanna end up like my father, peter.." he begs, tears gathering in his eyes again. "please. peter, please."

"i can't." i state simply as i turn to leave the room.

"please!" i hear harry shout down the hall as i leave oscorp.

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