Tom Holland Imagines

My Little Sister // Peter Parker

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Requested by @transformerscountry

Harry Osborn.

My older brother's best friend.

Harry Osborn.

He and my brother have been best friends since freshman year, and now they are sophomores. I'm a freshman, and I am a year younger then Peter but you already know that. I have a slight crush on Harry. He is tall, has curly hair, has blue eyes, has a good figure, and there have been times where I would stare at him and my mouth would water... gross right?

Well today was no different. Today Peter, Harry, and I were at school in our lunch spot eating our food, and I was sitting in front of them enjoying the sketches that I drew on my notebook while stealing a few glances and hearing them talk about Harry's dad whose dead... because of my brother. I do know he's Spider-Man.

"I'll kill him Peter." Harry said with anger in his voice. I looked at Peter and Peter gave me a glance before looking down on his food.

"That bastard killed my father! Left him on my couch like nothing! I will bring back my dad's legacy if it's the last thing I do."

I placed my notebook aside and sat up, "and what good is that gonna do you? You don't know if Spider-Man killed him or not. You don't know what happened Harry."

Harry looked at me and scoffed, "What? You got a little crush on this Spidey guy?"

I scrunched up my nose in disgust and shook my head, "oh no! Do you see that onesie he wears?"

Peter cleared his throat and I softly smiled, pushing back a strand of my hair back behind my ear. Harry chuckled and shrugged his shoulders, nodding his head.

"Stupid. His name should really be Spider-Boy." He said still with a scoff.

I rolled my eyes and leaned back against the tree that was behind me, "oh real classic."

"Let's not talk about Spider-Man no more.. it's all we talk about." Peter said. I looked at him and shook my head, pointing my finger at Harry.

"Oh no, we don't talk about him. Harry does."

Harry sat up and groaned, "that's. cause I'm angry!"

"And how do you think he feels after bringing your dead father to your couch?"

"Probably happy!" Harry looked at me and squinted his eyes before pointing at me and shaking his head, "wh-what are you even talking about? Shouldn't you understand how I feel?! you're father is dead too!"

I was taken back by what he said, Peter's eyes widen and he looked at me with worried eyes. I felt myself getting angry that I grabbed my soda, shook it a bit, opened it, and let everything spray all over Harry. These were the times where I hated him.