Harry Osborn, Peter Parker, and The Mystery Girl.

The Secret Lover

The drive to Central Park felt like an eternity. I dreaded to see him, but then my heart ached to have him back. It kind of felt like my world was back, but someone kept nuking it. Questioning my very existence was bad, as I was doing now.

Wait. What am I doing?? My conscience whispered, and we had this long debate of being idiots. Then all worries swept away, as I spotted Harry. His face looked worried and broken. I got out of the car, and walked over to him, a jump in my pace. The moonlight shone down on us, like it was a comforting blanket.

"To be honest... I thought you'd never show." He walked closer to me, and I could smell the spearmint cologne, which made my senses dull. I needed to be strong for this, but he looked so devilishly handsome, which made my heart ache.

"I need to talk to you," I stated, not moving an inch closer.

"Yeah...yeah. Here lets sit." He gestured to an empty bench, which I hesitantly sat upon. After a few moments I couldn't handle it and I lost the grip of my temper.

"Harry!" I exploded,"How dare you forget that I exist! You snob!" And I stood up, laughing lightly. "I bet you totally forgot about me, as you strode off with other prettier girls." I don't know why I came to the luminous park. I thought I could reason with him, but being me, I yelled, screamed and shouted at his face, while he took it all in and still put a forgiving smile on that perfect face. How did he do it? What was his secret?

I let the tears fall helplessly to the floor, not looking at Harry as I did so. He stood up, and walked near my side, putting an arm around my shoulders. I leaned into him, and calmed my breathing.

"Madelyn, you're freezing. Here take my coat." Typical Harry. I didn't want his coat. I was perfectly fine with what I had, but there was a cold breeze in the air that made me shiver.

"I'm fine,"I fumed, and I leaned away from his warm body.

"You can't stay mad forever. You're going to catch a cold. Here lets go get some hot chocolate." It sounded very appetizing, considering I was nearly frozen to death. So I nodded, and we walked.

As we rounded the corner, we spotted a Starbucks, and ordered some hot chocolate. I insisted on paying, because I at least could do that... and I owed him.

We sat down across from each other and kept quiet, the only sound was a cricket chirping off in the distance. Cold air rushed over us, creating goosebumps on our skin.

"Madelyn..." he began,"I never loved any girl as long as I was away. Sure I may have forgotten you a little, but there was always that connection you and I had." He shook his head, and I had to look up from where my eyes were fixed.

"Really?" I squeaked, not able to breath. "Wait-no. No, Harry! You're supposed to- Harry!"

"What? What did I say?" He asked confused.

"You're not supposed to love me forever. You could've had a good relationship with a girl that was better than me- or multiple girls. You could've had an amazing life Harry Osborn, and because of me, you didn't. Now you're making me feel guilty, while... I just got out of a relationship..." when I completed my speech, his eyebrows peaked, curiously.

"What? Like, you had a boyfriend?" He questioned.

"Yeah, I don't really want to talk about it..." I shivered from the cold front, and Harry automatically took off his wool jacket, wrapping it around me. I looked up at him, and whispered a thank you.

"Well, if it's alright, I would like to do this again. Let me walk you to your car." And we left the parlor, escaping into the nights gloomy shadows.

We walked slow, which gave us time to talk.

"Sorry... I was such a brat today," I apologize, and he looked down at me.

"Don't apologize. It's okay. I would've done the same thing." He swiftly says by my side. I thought of my late boyfriend, and what happened. I didn't want to share this information with anyone- especially Harry- but I could tell he wanted to know.

"You-you asked about my boyfriend..."

"You don't have to share," he objected.

"I can tell you're curious, so I am." He chuckled, and I continued. "Well... my boyfriend, Sean, was a soldier and he served in the deserts of Afghanistan... he-he told me he'd come back... when I got the news he'd been shot and killed... I went silent from the world, just like when you left. You see, I loved him. He was my world, and I was his; we balanced each other out. I couldn't  do it, Harry. I couldn't." Then the tears flowed from their hiding spots. "When I recalled you were little Harry Osborn, the boy I knew in school, I thought maybe you would've remembered, and we could maybe start over."

He thoughtfully looked at the stars, then after a long minute passed, Harry whispered,"I'm sorry, Madelyn. I should've treated you better..."

"You've done the best you could. Besides, you didn't know."

"How long?"

"Almost a year."

We walked on in silence, no one to interrupt.

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