Till I Met You: A Peter Parker Fanfiction

Chapter Twëlvë

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"Thank you... Again, Peter. I really appreciate it," Harry says, gratefully.

"You are very welcome," I say, smiling gently.

"Hey Peter?" he asks, anxiously.

"Yeah? What is it?"

"Do you maybe want to hang out tomorrow?"

I pause for a second. "I kind of already have plans with my friends, Clint and Tony. Do you maybe want to join us?"

His face lights up and he says, "Yeah! I'd love to. Just text me a time and place and I'll meet you there."

"How about you text me your address and we'll pick you up? We always carpool with Tony anyway since Clint's his boyfriend and I don't have a car of my own," I explain.

"Okay. Yeah, I'll do that." He smiles and his face shows slight restraint. Like, he's trying not to blush, maybe? "Good night, Peter."

"Good night, Harry," I say, clicking the end call button.

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Turning the shower off, I grab my towel and dry myself off, then wrap my towel around my body.

Exiting my bathroom, I turn on my speaker and connect my Spotify, playing my "In My Room" playlist. I check the time before I lock my screen and set my phone down on my dresser. The time read to be 12:30; fifteen minutes before Tony picks me up with Clint.

Putting on my chest binder is, of course, a pain in my ass. Not because it's too tight - no, it fits perfectly - but because I can never seem to dry myself enough for it to go on smoothly.

By the time I get dressed and eat a small breakfast - a single piece of plain toast - Tony and Clint are outside in the car waiting for me.

"Hey, Pete," Tony says as I get in the car.

"Heya, Peter. How's it going?" Clint asks as I put on my seatbelt.

"Hey, guys. It's going good," I tell him. "You got the address, right, Tony?"

"I did," he says.

"Okay, cool. Let's get to it then," I say with excitement.

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