Forever Mine

Chapter Six

Harry's POV

In the morning, I wake up first. I yawn and look at the sleeping... Angel. Awwww.

I jump up from the bed and walk to the kitchen. I want to make him a breakfast... But I don't want to burn the house up. Ok, I'll order something.
I grab my phone and order a pizza, the one Pete loves the most.
I grin for myself and begin to make a drinks at least.

And Pete was still sleeping. He must be so tired. Poor boy.
I grin again, hearing the knock.. I stand up and walk for the food, I ordered.

“Mmm.. That looks good.” I whisper.
Even if Pete was upstairs, I am whispering.

I put the pizza and drinks on a big plate, and walk to my room. Quietly I put the food on a table, and I look over, seeing Pete is waking up.

He yawns and rubs his eyes, opening them. Opening the wide blue ocean eyes, making me blush right from perspective.

“Good morning” I whisper.

“....” He looks around. “Morning” He whispers back, confused.

I grin a bit. “It's fine, you just slept over” I say and clean my throat.

Don't be embarrassing, Osborn.

“I bought pizza” I add.

“That's... Nice from you,” Pete smiles happily. “Thanks” He bits his lip and looks at the pizza.

I try not to stare at his lips. He's making it harder, because of the bits.

I smile. “do you remember something from this night?”
I say, rubbing the back of my neck and he begins to think.

“No. Just evening.” He smiles. “Why?”

I smile too, being a bit disappointed.

“Um, Nothing, just asking” I murmur.

“... Did I have a nightmare?” He asks.

I look surprisedly up. “Yes..”

“So...I was screaming?”

I nod. “...Yes”

“I'm sorry... I don't remember anything” He looks down.

“Don't be” I say “Just let's eat, okay?”

“Okay” He smiles.

Peter's POV

We ate the whole pizza, while talking about bulshits.

I always enjoy this with Harry. That he is always smiling, he's happy, he's nice, he's kind, he's a gentleman.
He'd never hurt anyone.

Yet, his smile is the most beautiful thing ever.

“What about to take a shower and get a new clothes?” I giggle.

Harry looks surprisingly down at his clothes. “Oh...” He raises a brow. “That's a great Idea.. I didn't even notice” He laughs.

Adorable.

I flush and nod. “You're going first” I say.

“Whatever you say” He winks and stands up. “Go and see if there's any clothes for you” He murmurs and disappears.

I bit my lip hard.

I am gonna.. Wear something of Harry's... Really? Damn it. I have to be really... Really in love. This is the feeling everyone are talking about isn't it?

I sigh.

I can't be with Harry. Even if we both wanted to. We could only keep it in private. I flush. That would be nice. I always wanted to be.. Touched from someone, who's special to me. Harry is.

“Earth to Pete!”

I jump up “Harry, you Idiot!”

He giggles. “Sorry, sorry Pete. You're too adorable.”

“I am?” I raise a brow.

He flushes. “....Yeah” He tries to play it cool. I scoff and take the towel from him.

“I learnt from you” I tease, walking to the bathroom.

I giggle for myself. I love teasing him like this. He always was such a good friend.

I turn on the shower and close my eyes.

That would be.. So great to be touched by him. I get this thought again.

I lean my head up, and slide my hands lower my body, as I wash myself. I am red as fuck. Red, like, flushed.

I bit my lip. Why is this thought making me so.... Sensitive?

I open my mouth for, my breathing is fast and my heartbeat is louder.

I never really touched myself, I haven't got a thought of that. Because I was never attacked to someone like I am now.

“Oh..... Fuck” I whisper, bitting my lip harder.

“Peter?” Harry knocks and yells threw the door.

I flush extremely. “Yes?”

“You forgot the clothes!”

“O-Oh, yeah, please bring them here”

“....Okay!” He sounds unsure.

I flush and puts my hands in my hair, like I am washing it. Dang. Why did I let him in!

Harry gets the clothes on the floor and walks away. Almost immediately.

I sigh from relief. Thank god he knocked.

I washed and clothed myself up, quickly, and went outside the bathroom.

I wonder where is Harry now.

I go to his room, but- he's not there? Alright, I will check the kitchen.

Nothing.

“Harry?” I call.

“This is not the right time for a pranks!” I add.

Damn, Osborn, you're making me confused.

I go in front of the house and look around.... Nobody.

But I notice a... A girl, standing in the middle of the street. She looks hurt. But... I don't know her...
I stare at her for a while. That's so... Weird. She has so many bruises on her face.

As I look at her, she was also looking at me. That is kinda creepy. She's just standing, nothing more......Okay....
I close the door rather.

That was weird. I look out of the window carefully and she was still staring. I should warn Harry, shouldn't I?

Parker, just calm down, it's fine.

“Harry!” I call once again. Last place. Balcony.

I go upstairs and on balcony. I am quiet, so I catch Harry telephoning and... Having a cigarette?

He is smoking?!

I sigh sadly. I try to hear with who he's talking to, but I just hear

„I am busy today, bye„

...Time to talk seriously.