Slowly but Surely (Peter Parker x Harry Osborn Fan fic)

Chapter 5

Peter was whistling walking towards his dorm. When he got to entrance of the dorm, he hopes the party is over. If not, he'll go crazy.

As he reached the hallway towards the stairs, Peter eyes widened seeing past out students scattering everywhere. The party must be over since there's no longer booming music coming from the room.

Peter slowly walk inside the hallway, not to wake the drunkards. As he reached the tip of the stairs, he heard a moan. He didn't mind it at first as he continued to climb up the stairs but his ears twitched hearing another moan. What if someone is hurt?

Peter went downstairs to check as he looks at the students one by one and they all looked fine? They're all past out so there's no way that they're the ones moaning. Peter scratched his head, where did the moan come from? And who did it come from?

Peter looks at the room 203 and seeing the door closed, Peter is certain that its not coming from that door. But Peter instantly thought of Harry. What if he's hurt?

He slowly walked towards the door and opened it and took a peek inside. Peter scanned the area and nope, coast is clear, no human in sight―wait, there is someone! Peter saw a feet near the marble table. He walked inside in silence as he looked at the person lying on the floor and seeing the person, his chocolate brown eyes widened seeing Harry.

Peter rolled his eyes and shake his head, partying all night but can't handle his beer.

Harry was lying on the floor and not just any floor but a wet one too.

Peter tsked "Hey" Peter gently kicked Harry on his leg which resulted to Harry moaning. Peter shook his head "Hey wake up Osborn" Peter said as he squatted and shake Harry "Harry, wake up"

Peter can't believe this! Harry was out cold!

Peter groaned 'Just leave Peter, he's not your responsibility' his mind said as he stood and turned around. He was about to go to the door when his body stopped. Peter sighed as he scratched his head "Ugh Peter Parker, you're being ridiculous!" Peter said to himself as he turned back around and went on Harry's side.

This is what Peter hates about himself, he's too kind and too good that he feels like that it is his responsibility to help others.

Peter stares at Harry's drunk sleeping face "I guess you don't have servants to help you this time" Peter said before picking him up. He take hold of Harry's wrist, as he slowly pulled him upwards.

After that, Peter put Harry's arms on his shoulders "God, you're heavy" Peter said. He then hook his arms behind Harry's knees, carrying him bridal style "Easier this way" Peter said with a grunt. Good thing Peter works out a little.

Peter composed himself first before walking but then he suddenly felt Harry's arms move and  then wrapped his hands on Peter's neck and nuzzled his face on Peter's chest. Peter was taken aback by Harry's action as his heart started to palpitate. He slowly looked down at Harry and stared at him. He has this calm face and he looks like an angel, unlike when he's awake, Peter just wanted to punch his face.

But seeing Harry asleep, he looks delicate and beautiful. Peter shook his head, did he just call Harry beautiful?

Peter shake off the thought as he carried him on his bed. Peter gently put Harry on the mattress and once Harry's already in the bed, Peter assumed that he's going to let go of his neck but Harry was still clinging to him. Peter gently removed Harry's hand but Harry moved his arms and pulled him down. Good thing Peter has good reflexes as he immediately put both his arms on Harry's side, not crushing him but their noses did bumped though.

Peter could now smell Harry and well he reeks with alcohol "Good night" Harry mumbled, his eyes still closed as Peter stared at Harry, looking at his features and he didn't know that he has smooth skin and those lips, so pink.

Peter shook his head, what the hell? Why am I looking at his lips?!

Peter move his body as he slowly stood and gently removed Harry's hand from his neck. As Peter successfully removed Harry's hand, he gently placed them on his chest. Peter breath a sigh of relief and then looked at Harry. Peter cringe seeing how wet his tshirt is "I hope you'll thank me when you wake up" Peter said as he went to Harry's closet and opened it and seeing the inside, he wowed. Harry has his shirt organized from white, grey to black and his shoes are aligned too.

Peter grabbed a white clean shirt as he closed the closet and went back to Harry. Peter then changed Harry's t shirt.

It was a struggle, since he doesn't want Harry to be awake but he successfully did it. After that, Peter put the wet cloth to the floor. Peter then tucked Harry to bed and smiled "Good night Harry" Peter whispered.

Peter got out of Harry's room and was about to leave when he saw the mess. Peter sighed as he looked for a trash bag and found it on the kitchen drawers. He grabbed a trash bag as he cleaned the whole place, throwing all the red cups and wiping the tables and after that, he left, locking Harry's door.

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Harry groaned, his head is pounding when he woke up.

He slowly got up and god, he can taste beer on his tongue and he smells like beer too. He looked at his self and saw that he's no longer wearing his t shirt from last night since he's now wearing a white shirt. Harry looked around and saw his black shirt on the floor and he can't remember changing into a white shirt.

He got out of bed and got out of his room and his eyes widened seeing the red cups are gone and the tables are clean. His eyes roamed some more and saw a black trash bag from the side of the kitchen counter filled with red cups and trash from last night's party "Who, what?" Harry said in confusion "Must take shower" Harry shake his head as he went back inside his room and grabbed his towel and showered.

After Harry showered, he changed into clean clothes and sat on his bed when his phone started to ring. Harry looks at the name and seeing his Father's name, he ignored the call. Within seconds, his phone beep indicating he has a new message.

Harry looked at his phone. That's odd, his father never texted him before. Harry opened the message "Good morning son, are you better now? Please give gratitude to the person who helped you. Eat some banana, it's good for hangover" After reading the message, he locked his phone and gasped "who the fuck give reports to my father?! And who helped?!" Harry said almost shouting. Harry groaned and thinks 'How did he know that I'm hangover? And who he will give his thanks to?' His mind shouted.

What's with the mystery, old man? Harry sighed as he tossed his phone to his bed and started thinking of the mysterious person who helped him.