Flowers in the Window || W2S

8

After having that moment of pure clarity and understanding, you needed to figure out how you were going to broach this subject with Harry. How you were supposed to tell him as casually as possible that you had managed to figure his big secret out-and how to reassure him that you weren't going to tell anyone, because the city needed Spider-Man, and having this crucial piece of information spread like gossip just wouldn't be good.

Luckily, it was now a week later, and you had an opportunity.

Marcus had been invited to this charity event hosted by two other billionaires from the next city over. He had immediately requested that Bryce come too, which then naturally meant you had to come as well. They'd told you that you could bring a friend, so that you wouldn't be bored or lonely. And although Margot had recovered from her illness by now-and as much as you hated to break the whole 'chicks before dicks' thing-bringing Harry along just felt right. It made sense that two teenagers at an event with a bunch of adults talking about money non-stop would get the intense urge to sneak off together. You could find somewhere private in the building and talk to Harry there.

But if you were going to manage any of that, first you needed to convince Bryce that he looked perfectly appropriate for the evening, so that you could get to the venue on time and help Marcus practice the speech he was being forced to do.

Thankfully, you ended up arriving with about an hour before the award ceremony. The mansion was packed, teeming with the wealthy guests who had also had the privilege of being invited to such a high profile show. You and Bryce didn't look at all out of place, but you definitely felt it as your eyes wandered over the faces of all the middle aged millionaires, drinking champagne and mingling with each other, as rich people do.

After about fifty minutes of waiting, talking, sending Margot pictures and drinking as much alcohol as you could without Bryce stealing your glass, the small silver bag you'd brought with you began to vibrate. Leaving Bryce and Marcus to calm each other down and get this speech revised and ready, you stepped into the warm embrace of the air and pulled out your phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey," Harry's voice greeted you on the other end. "I'm here. Outside the big black doors."

You craned your neck, peering through the crowds, and eventually found him, looking incredibly handsome but incredibly lost. "Hold on, I see you. Look left."

He turned his head and smiled as he caught sight of you running towards him, trying your hardest not to trip over your dress. He hung up and jogged in your direction, and when you reached each other, his arms went right around your waist, and he scooped you up and swung you around in a big hug. You squealed, hands instinctively throwing themselves around his neck, and he laughed at your slightly shocked expression.

"Hello, you," he grinned, gently setting you down on the grass.

"Hi," you replied, a little breathless. "I'm so glad you came! You look great."

His smile grew wider. "Thanks. You look..well..like you. I can't really say anything else. You've always been beautiful."

You hoped he would think the heated blush on your face was due to the running. "Why thank you, kind sir. Shall we go in?"

"Sure." He offered you his arm, and you took it, giggling. Clutching your phone and bag in the other hand, you both made your way through the doors, and eventually discovered Marcus having a mild panic attack in the corner of the vast hall, and Bryce crouched in front of him.

"C'mon, Marcus," he was saying. "You have given so many speeches, at so many events, to rooms filled with far more people. What's so difficult about this one?"