Be There For You {Book Two}

I Love You

*Well, I know I said I would update a A/N on my birthday, but I seem to apparently have a kidney infection rn so I kinda forgot. Anyway, how are you guys?

Ok its sort of cleared up now, just some pain*

No One's POV

"All night!" Harley hissed, pulling on his coat, "All night he fucked off."

"What'd he say before he left?" Wade asked from the floor by the lift doors.

Upon meeting in the kitchen at the ungodly hours of the morning, the two boys found that Peter had not in fact gone to his room the night before. Wade, who had gone to the kitchen in hopes of finding the secret stash of Chocolate Fudge Pop Tarts that he heard rumours of being secretly stashed somewhere, ran into a stressed out, frantic, Harley who looked aa if he hadn't slept a wink. Before the sun rose, Harley was dressed and ready to go to find his boyfriend. "He said he was going to your room!" His coat was finally on and his shoes already in hand.

Wade rolled his eyes, "Of course he did. Was he drinking?"

"Heavily."

"Then he's either at his apartment or this old alley way he used to sleep in."

Wade said it so casually that it made Harley freeze. "What?"

Wade looked up, "What?"

"He slept in an alley way?"

"Yeah... you know, when he lived with May. Never told me until the next morning so I wouldn't come 'kidnap' him."

"Fuck."

"Yeah." Wade dragged a hand down his tired face, "Anyway, I can tell you where it is if he isn't at the apartment. But I think he'll be there, its warm."

"Cool- urm, thank you." Harley stood up from tying his laces, "Wha-what do I say to him if he's there?"

"How about you try something like: hey asshole, come home. Is that any good?"

"Ha ha ha." Harley rolled his eyes, "You're so funny. Seriously though! What the fuck do I do?!"

Wade shrugged. "Whatever you do, don't apologise. You haven't done anything wrong."

"Yeah. Thanks." And with that, Harley jumped into the elevator.

---skip brought to you by me going through a pathetic writing crisis---

With the weather becoming colder it became harder for Harley to think without wishing he'd brought gloves; he could already feel the icicles growing beneath his fingernails. So, when he finally entered Peter's apartment building and could shake the small layer of snow/ice that had settled on his coat, Harley felt himself relax slightly. He brought both his hands together and up to his face to blow warm air between his palms before wringing them together and stuffing them back into his pockets. "Fuck its cold." He muttered, taking the first step on the flight of stairs.

Once Harley reached Peter's front door, all the anxiety returned. The pit in his stomach twisted tighter with every movement to knock on the door. "Hello?" Harley knocked on the door four times with no answer. So, Harley banged on the door instead. You haven't done anything wrong. Wade was right, Peter wasn't the one who should be avoiding him. "Peter! Let me in!-" The door opened by itself, obviously not locked from the night before. The stench of alcohol and vomit was present even before Harley was all the way through the front door. It was a small apartment so the tiny pool of bile in the toilet was wafting in throughout the apartment, trapped behind windows. Low and behold, a slumped over Peter Parker was passed out on the kitchen table, empty vodka bottle in hand. "Fucks sake Peter." Harley muttered, walking closer to him. Harley took the empty bottle out of Peter's hand and threw it into the bin before gently shaking Peter awake. It didn't work at first, so he poured a glass of water and found the pain killers before trying again. In the end, Harley dipped his fingers into the cold water and flicked some of it onto Peter's face.