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"You okay?" Milo pulls me away from Harry.
"Fine." I shrug his hands off me, fuck why do I always this, I just know I'm looking at Harry with love in my eyes.
"Who's this?" Harry chuckles and looks down at Milo.
"I'm Milo, who are you?" Milo states in an angry tone.
"Harry Osborn." Harry puts out his hand for Milo to shake, Milo shrugs, "Right well sorry we were just leaving." Milo states coldly.
I continue to stare at Harry's face as it's like the first time I've seen it, maybe the brush with death made me appreciate his beauty even more, how beautiful his nose fit his face, how his eyes gleamed in this city light. I find myself lost in his feature.
"Azalea." Even the way his voice says my name.
"Harry?" I sing a response basically, fuck stop it I'm embarrassing myself.
"Do yknow who this guy is?" He looks Milo up and down, I would admit compared to Harry's composed suit that was elegantly tailored to fit him Milo had nothing with his baggy jeans, old band tee and green military jacket.
I clear my throat, "Yes, um this is my friend Milo from College." I reply.
"And she needs to get home." Milo adds on.
"Right, and you're walking her home in this weather?" Harry gives him a look.
"She's fine."
"She reeks of vomit and," he places his hands on my forehead, "she's burning up." Harry says.
My eyes glaze all over him, did he get prettier?
"I'm fine, Milo will get me home safely." I purse my lip.
"Of course I will." Milo gives a cocky smile to Harry.
"Azalea." Harry says in that tone that always makes me weak to my knees. "are you sure you're alright?"
"I just had a near death experience I'm fine as I could be, considering." I say. "Besides what you bump into me and suddenly want to save me? I'm fine I've known Milo for months."
"You've known me for YEARS." Harry emphasizes.
"Who you are now, I don't know." I clear my throat once the words leaves my mouth.
I look at his face drop, he sighs as a black Benz that I know a little too well pulls up, "Azalea." He looks deep into my eyes, my throat clots.
"I don't care what you say I know Peter would rather have me bring you home considering what you've been through right now." Harry says grabbing my arm.
"Hey what no man for all I know you're trying to kidnap her!" Milo tries to fight him off.
Harry groans and gives Milo a stern look, Harry falls back, puts his hand into his pockets and pulls out his wallet. "Here," he begins to pull out little by little 20 dollars, "80 dollars okay should be enough to get you a taxi home or whatever." He throws it to Milo.
"Azalea." Milo looks at me with puppy eyes holding the money.
"Look I'll call you, whatever I have I don't want to get you sick with." I reassure Milo, "I'm sorry." I bite my lip.
"Okay just call me when you get home." He smiles awkwardly. "I promise I will." I reply.
Harry opens the door, I enter the backseat slowly with a bit of disgust in myself.
Harry follows behind sitting next to me, I stare at Milo through the window and wave at him, he smiles and waves back as we pull away.
"Any music sir?" The driver asks Harry.
"Just classical piano if that's alright." Harry responds.
Harry use to hate classical music especially piano since his dad always pressured him into piano lessons.
"You didn't have to be so mean." I say as the rain begins to pour.
"He's the one who almost got you killed but I'm mean?" Harry chuckles.
"He..." I sigh, "he didn't we jus..." I try to find the words to say.
"Just cause you're rich doesn't mean you can step on whoever you want too, Harry." I shoot him a glare.
"I don't think that..."he clears his throat, "I just thought it would be better to get a ride home than taking the subway considering you look like you're on the verge of death." He explains himself.
"I'm fine WOULDN'T you throw up if you almost died." I sniffle, "luckily spiderman saved me." I continue.
"Yeah well, he didn't do that for my father he killed him so maybe you really are lucky." He faces away from me.
Ouch, I always hope he doesn't really think Spiderman killed his father but no matter how much hope I have, he will never change his mind.
"I'm sorry...." I exhale.
The rain continues to pour down the car, I watch the rain drops come together to fall down, I don't want to say anything to him, if I do I might hurt him.
"Yknow this is the most I've seen you since I've moved out." Harry clears his throat.
"That isn't my fault, Harry."
"I know it isn't, sometimes I miss it, being with you... and Peter not a worry in the world just being kids but now I run a company bigger than me bigger than you will ever know azalea." He begins to explain.
"Peter has always been the mature one, always the smarter one, but now Im the one who runs a company and I have barely any idea what to do." He continues.
I turn my head to look at him, his reflection on the window show his eyes following the rain drops like mine were a few minutes ago.
"What are you trying to say?" I keep looking at him.
"Maybe I shouldn't be making big decisions, maybe I shouldn't even be running a business, but here we are, two worlds apart." He sighs. "I'm sorry for a lot of things especially for what happened during your birthday." He finally turns to look at me. "I think it's better this way."
"What way?" I study his face.
"That you, me... and Peter aren't that close anymore cause I will just continue to hurt you... and Peter."
The car stops, I look outside to see mine and peters apartment.
"I don't know what I'm trying to say Azalea. I can't find the right words to say." He says. "I'll just stop because I've had too much wine and I don't want to say or do anything stupid so...." He clears his throat again, the driver gets out the car and opens my door, he extends his hand out.
"I'll see you when I do." Harry says before facing away from me.
"Thank you... for the ride I think." I reply, while getting out.
The driver closes the door and tilts his hat, "Nice putting a face to a name I know Harry is a bit drunk right now but oh how much he rambles about you and Peter when he's drunk." The driver smiles.
"Yeah... well he probably won't remember this when he wakes up but thank you." I say as i start walking towards the entrance of my apartment.
The driver smiles and starts getting into the car.
Funny he didn't seem like his usual drunk Harry Osborn self when he was being a dick to Milo. My teeth cletch and then release, at least he apologized.
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