Chapter Two

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Harryʼs POV

I really, really have to go. I am afraid, if I won't, Peter will get hurt. Because of me.
I look at him and smile warmly.
He flush.
"I have to go, we will only talk" I say and let go of Him. But he did not let go of me.

"Pete-"

"Harry."

He whispers. "I won't let him hurt you again"

"No, let go" I hiss

"Harry" He flush darker by the stare at me and kiss my cheek very quickly. "Please, stay with me."

I flush too, and hug him like a big ʼthanksʼ. "I won't let him hurt you"

"And so I won't" he says and hugs me back.

I sigh, picking him up rather, holding his butt, but neither of us is talking. I put him in the bed and smile again.

"Promise me to stay here" I stand up and walk to the door. As I turned to see Peter, he was about to cry. I close the door and start to sweat.
"Okay... It's gonna be fine" I mumble to myself and walk to the kitchen.

Peterʼs POV

I watched Harry leaving. My eyes fill with tears, but damn why? I never cared so much, and I really fucking kissed his cheek!
I didn't even know I was gay, Or am I not? Is it just a state of puberty? I'm seventeen years old student, and Harry Osborn is my childhood friend!
I can't believe it. I'm so confused.

I flush at the thoughts and take a breath.

I think I like Harry... And we almost kissed. What If we did? And what if his father saw us? Thinking about his father-

I sniff and walk quietly to the door, slowly, very slowly opened it and with that, I reach the kitchen.
I gasped.

"Harry!" I cry out

I've seen him laying on the floor all pale and weak, I run to him as quick as I can. I kneel, and stroke his cheek.

"Harry, tell me who are you??" I panic.

"Um..." Harry whin and bury his head to my lap.
"I am Harry Osborn and you are... Peter Parker, but soon you'll be dead"

"Thank god you're okay, where are you hurt?" I whisper and look at his body.

"Norman leaved" he close his eyes.

"The house?"

"the house."

I stroke his hair out of his face and see a big bruise.
"Oh my god" I frown. I am so disappointed in myself, that I let him go alone. I am so stupid.

"I'm fine" he murmurs.

"You're not" I answer and continue looking at his face, where all the bruises were. I reach down to his neck, my finger sliding very softly across Harry's bruises....
I want to continue. But my face is red and so is Harryʼs.

He slowly nods and I take off his shirt, and slides threw another bruises. I can't believe this all. Why Is his father so mean, why he is so precious, but mainly, why he is so important to me. Why him from a bilion people. That's just my Harry.

"Mmm... Harry" I say sadly, and look at him, he's red, but had a warm smile.

"Yes, Pete?" He answers in attempt to try to sit down, but I ends up helping him. We were looking into each others eyes, I stare into his brown chocolate ones. It looks weird, but neither of us realizes.
Harry is sitting there without his shirt, I next to him, nose to nose. My heart is beating so fast, I don't know this feeling.. Not with Mary Jane, or Gwen, with nobody but Harry. Well, this is awkward.

I stand up, breaking the gaze, the touch.
And I really think, Harry might like me back. I reach both of my hands and help him stand up too, walking with him to his room.

"It's getting dark" I say and look a bit up at him. I mean, I have too, he's very... Big... Um... Tall, I meant tall... Dang it...!

I flush at my own thoughts, continuing to look at Harry.

"And?"

"I should be heading home" I smile "And you should put on your t-shirt."

He giggles. --He takes his phone and his smile dissappears.

"Harry?" I say.

He still keeps staring at his phone, writing something.

"Heyyy!" I say a bit louder. Nothing.

"Okay..." I whisper and take my jacket. That was awkward.

Harry finally looks up, confused and.. Stressed.

"What Is it?" I ask, also confused.

He smiles. "I just have a... A work meeting with someone" he says.

I shrug "O-Okay" I whisper. I am kinda.... Disappointed again?... No.. No rather... Jealous. Ugh.
I frown and turn around. "Enjoy your meeting." I sigh, ready to leave.
But before I even could move, I feel Harry's hands around my stomach and I flush.

"Work meeting, Pete" he whispers into my ear. He was so fucking.. Close. I bit my bottom lip, feeling his warm lips around my ear.

"It's n-not like I care" I answer and he giggles

"Sure" he breaths and let me go.

Typical Harry Osborn.

We wave at each other with smiles and I leave, walking to my apartment. That is a bit long way, and it is dark, but luckily I manage it back home.

I wonder about Harry's ,Workʼ meeting.

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