Forever Mine

Chapter One

Peterʼs POV;

My head hurts. Today I fell and hit my head pretty bad, or at least I think so?
But I continue to walk.

“Pete,”

Damn, that hurts so much!

“Peter!”

I... Think I'll faint. Yup. Right now. Right there. And yet, I didn't notice Harry, my best friend. I fell to the cold ground just after some seconds with my backpack and everything else. All I could hear and feel, was Harry, before seeing only black.

Harryʼs POV;

I run to Peter, my best friend, that just suddenly fell down. I feel rather shocked to see that. And yet I know he would never avoid me, it was really weird.
I take his head, placing it to my lap.

“Pete?” I whisper.

I pat his cheek and frown.

“Please, wake up... Come on” I stroke his hair out of his head.

Oh my God.. That is the first time I see him so close and- he's really, like really cute..

I shake my head sharply. Fuck your thoughts, Osborn! I can't believe I just called him fucking cute! Okay okay, rather forgot about your stupid thoughts and focus on Peter!

I take a deep, and check if he was breathing and yeah, he was.
I take him to my arms, slowly, and carry him to my house, to my room, pretty fast, so my father didn't see. At least I hope so.
I put him into my bed, covering him with the warmest blanket I had. To be honest, all I ever cared for was him, and yet I didn't even realize it.

“Oh... Pete” I whisper and stroke his cheek.

He's so kissable. So soft. Dang it.

I flush at my own thoughs and look over, seeing my dad, that made me gasp.

My own father just fucking saw me staring at Peter Parker. And he hates him..... But I don't care actually.

I clean my throat and walk closer to my dad, so I couldn't wake Peter up. But either way I did.

“Harry-”

“He's sick, father” I cut him off.

“Doesn't mean he's gonna be in my fucking house,”

“I took him here. He's my friend, my thing.” I answer, bitter.

He leans closer and I get scared. Suddenly he frows and I bit my lip.
He throws his hand sharply over my cheek. He just slapped me, and pretty hard. I try not to yelp, but it's really hard..... I look up at him and he was quickly ready to punch me-

“Hey!”

I quickly look over. “Peter, No!”

Late.

Peter jumps in between us, getting the punch in the stomach. He gasps and grabs his stomach, groaning painfully, and my father leaves.

I cover my mouth. “You didn't have to do that!”

“If I didn't want to.. I wouldn't d-do it.” His voice is weak. He coughs and  holds his stomach, while my eyes fill with tears, but I didn't let myself cry.

My fucking father just hit him..

“Pete, you Idiot” I smile forcefully and hug him, feeling he hugs back.

“You fainted... Why?” I ask.

“I don't even know... My head hurts” He whispers.

I frown and take him up, siting him on the table of mine, ʼcause he was too small. And yes, I held his butt for a while, holy fuck, so fluffy. I blush and chuckle to myself and Peter is completely flushed, when I look at him. Oh, and shocked.

But I know him too well. We both were quiet, neither of us was talking.

I try to flirt with him, but, how clumsy I am, I slip, and----- oh, Fuck!
Our faces are so... so close. Neither of us moves. I flush too but nothing compared to Peter's face.

We stare at each other for like five minutes, before I swear to God, he moves forward. I want to kiss him so badly. Very slowly, he wraps an arm around my neck, seeing I allow it, he wraps his second arm around me.
When I feel his warm hands around my neck, I close my eyes at how comfortable it was.

I open them and look at Peter. His blue, ocean eyes were shinning and I lean forward as too.

In his eyes there is;
ʼDamn, just kiss me already!ʼ

I am gonna kiss Him. Oh please, I need to.

We close our eyes and lean closer, my hands slide to his waist, holding him closer. I feel Peter's breathing. And my heart beat thumb is the only thing I can hear.

The door open.

What the...

My father.

Peter flushed extremely and I look over to my father, Peter did not.
He looks really, like really mad. He looks at me like if he wanted to kill me.

“ten minutes, in the kitchen, we need to talk.” he says bitterly and leaves.

I look back at Peter and first thing I saw was the fear in his eyes.

I force a smile.

He shakes his head and hugs me. What surprised me was that he didn't let go of my neck when my father was in there.

I hug him back, holding his waist.

“Harry, d-don't, please” He whispers

“Pete, it's gonna be alright. We're just going to talk, okay?” I answer with unsure expression.

We didn't let go of each other for a long time. Ten minutes? I bet I just have five now.

“I.. Will not let you go” He says and I made surprised face by looking at him.

“Peter-”

“He'll hurt you. And I know it”

I sigh. “He'll hurt me if I go, or If I won't. Either way.”

Peter is the only one who knows that my father is hitting me. He blames me for my mother's death, but of course, that wasn't my fault. I look at Pete, into his beautiful eyes for last time. I am so... So curious about what will happen.

By the way........ How did I just end up having feelings for Peter?