Be There For You {Book Two}

The Start Of The End

*Alrighty then where do I even start? I don't have a lot to say bcs I am still not wanting to talk abt it tbh but what is exciting is that its nearly my birthday! Well, it is while I'm writing this at least (10/12/22) and its on Monday the 12th so yeah. Tb him not really doing anything this year for many reasons but I am spending the day with my dad's side tmr and I'm doing an escape room later so tis all good. Xmas tree is up! When do you guys put them up?
I also wanted to say that thank you for the responses last chapter about wanting to keep this going, I got a bit of motivation and have planned extra chapters, so it doesn't end as quickly as I was originally planning so very exciting! Love you all, hope you're well, tell me what's been going on with you!*

No One's POV

Last nights somewhat peacefulness had come to an end.

Harley was sat up in bed watching his boyfriend get into some baggy clothes before checking his nose and slightly bruised eye in the mirror. Both felt the tension of unanswered questions lingering in the air. "So," Harley started, "are you going to tell me what happened?"

Without looking over his shoulder to meet his undying gaze, Peter answered, "No."

This clearly wasn't the answer Harley wanted nor expected. "Why?"

"It isn't really your business." This wasn't what Peter wanted to say, in truth, he wanted to tell Harley everything. Everything Wanda had said, why she said it, how it came about, and why they had a fight. But none of the would end well, not in the long run.

"Well frankly I think it is my business!" Harley lept out of bed, suddenly full of fight. "It's my business when you have a fight with one of my family members to the point when my boyfriend ends up with a bloody broken nose and a black fucking eye!"

"It's not that bad!"

"Tell that you your face!"

"My face is fine! I'm fine! Stop being so fucking dramatic."

Harley looked somewhat shocked; Peter had never taken that tone with Harley even in humour. "I'm not being dramatic. Stop trying to swing this back on me, you're in the wrong here. Not me. I'm just being a good boyfriend."

"I'm in the wrong?! That bitch is in the wrong-"

"DON'T-" Harley yelled over him, "-call her a bitch!"

"SHE IS! She's a fucking bitch and I wish I never met her-"

"SHES NOT A FUCKING BITCH!-"

"I hate her!"

"-why would you say something like that?!"

Peter laughed, forced and painful, "Because she's a liar."

It felt like he was missing something, something important, but it did not matter. Not when the love of his life was insulting someone who felt like a sister/cousin to him. You don't mess with family, especially a family who took him in.

"Don't." Harley stated flatly, "Don't blame your shit on her. That's not fair-"

"You don't know shit!" Peter had to restrain himself from yelling and cursing at Harley for not understanding. But how could he? Peter never explained. It was his fault. "You don't know anything!"

"Then tell me!" Harley begged; flashes of different emotions crossed his face matching the blend of them in his voice.

"I can't!" he heard his voice crack. Peter knew that he would regret it. That this conversation could put Harley in danger if he was able to make Peter crack. Which Peter knew he could do. "Just- just leave me alone."