Far From My Home [COMPLETE]

Chapter 5: What Are Friends For

~Harry's POV~

WARNING: Steve Rogers may not approve of some of the language used in this chapter

I'm gonna kill that asshole.

"Harry, just calm down, it doesn't matter," Y/N catches up to me. It's only when I see her jogging to keep up with me that I realize I'm practically flying into the school- something I normally would never do. Only for Y/N would I race to school on a Monday morning.

"Trust me, Y/N, it matters," I snap. Nothing could stop me from giving that little shit a piece of my mind.

"No, Harry, listen-"

"No, you listen!" I turn towards her stopping both of us, still on the courtyard of our school. "You couldn't bring yourself to face your own family because he made you feel so bad! You spent the entire weekend on my couch eating ice cream from Delmar's and watching the same three chick flicks over and over again!" I can't believe I actually sat through A Cinderella Story five times in one weekend. Or in my life, for that matter.

The things I do for you, Lost Girl.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you minded that much," she mumbles, pulling at her sweater.

"No, Y/N, I don't mind. If it would make you feel better I'd watch the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants with you another ten times! But that's not the point," I dial back the anger just a bit and take on a more comforting tone. I mean, that usually does work better than anything else with her. I put my hands on her shoulders and look down at the barely-over-five-foot girl in front of me. "If he doesn't see what an amazing girl you are, then he's the biggest, stupidest asshole to walk the planet and he can rot in hell for all I care."

"Thanks Hare," she laughs softly. I'm starting to miss her constant, real smiles. She's always had plenty to be sad about, but she also used to have this positivity that I used to love to hate. Now, I'd give anything to see that amazingly annoying Pollyanna again.

"But if I see him, he's gonna get it, okay?"

"Just ignore him Harry, that's what I need right now," she starts walking towards the school again and I'm starting to wish we'd skipped. As much as I want to beat the shit out of Parker right now, I know Y/N wouldn't like it, so I won't.

But that's not to say I won't verbally hand his ass to him if he even tries to talk to her again.

"Fine," I mumble, following her inside the prison.

"Y/N!" Ethan calls from across the hallway upon seeing us come in. Nice to see you too, man.

"Hey, Ethe," she says, giving her brother the same awkward smile she'd been giving him since she found out he was now, well, old. I gotta admit, it's weird seeing the kid who was barely over half my height now six feet tall and a basketball pro.

"You don't look so good, you sick or something? Harry, did you get my little sister sick?"

"I'm not your little sister!"

"Well, you're 17, I'm 18. You're tiny, I'm not. I say, you're my little sister," he pats her patronizingly on the head before turning around to go join Brad and do who knows what. I can tell you for a fact, it probably didn't involve going to class.

"C'mom, let's go," I tug her by the arm away from her idiot brother towards our lockers. They're closer together this year, which is great.

"Oh please, you just wanna see MJ," I know she's just trying to get a rise out of me- she just loves to tease. The only reason I'm allowing this is because she needs something, or someone to cheer her up.

I texted MJ earlier to bring a coffee for Y/N to school- she likes those. And I have no clue what kind of coffee she likes, but apparently MJ does. Some people think it's creepy, her stalker-ish tendencies, but I think it's kinda cute.

I also filled her and Y/N's dad in on everything that happened. I couldn't even get the girl to talk all day Saturday, let alone explain what she was feeling. Her dad was unhappy to say the least, but it seemed like there was something else going on, too. I didn't ask questions, though. And I definitely didn't tell Y/N about that. She doesn't need anything else on her plate right now, no matter how big or small.

"Maybe I'm just sick of your company," I playfully nudge Y/N, glad we can joke around again.

"Please, you love me," she tries to punch me in the arm, but it's so pathetically weak, neither of us can hold back laughter.

"You win," I sling an arm around her shoulders, ready to flip off the next person who starts staring at us.

I may not have romantic feelings for Y/N, but she's special to me in a way that no one else will ever be. I feel like, since her brother is pretty much a dud, I have to step up and take on the role of big brother. Not the lame kind, but like the partners in crime, "you touch her I'll maim you" kind.

We round the corner, my arm still around her shoulder, and are immediately met with quite the scene.

In front of us is MJ, mouthing off at none other than Peter the Asshole Parker.

They both turn to face us and I immediately see Peter tense up. He looks like absolute shit. At best.

Well, he deserves it.

I watch his eyes, catching the exact moment they reach Y/N's. He looks like he's in physical pain.

Good.

His gaze shifts to look at me, and I see his expression change again. It's lost somewhere between sadness, jealousy, and a weird resolve.

He looks to Ned, who looks painfully uncomfortable- like he knows something about the situation that I don't. Which I know isn't true, because Y/N would never keep anything from me. Ever. It's kind of the unspoken, unbreakable law of being best friends.

"Don't look at me like that! I'm still not sure where I stand on this one," Ned not-so-quietly whispers to Peter, who now looks like he might actually cry.

And I was honestly ready to make that happen.

Reflexively, I look to MJ, who still looks like she's going to murder Peter.

Not if I murder him first.

Then my gaze drops down to Y/N, who I now realize is completely frozen. She looks like she's seen a ghost.

Silently, MJ flips Peter off and walks over to Y/N and I, handing her a latte. She purposely positions herself directly in front of Peter, blocking him from Y/N's vision.

MJ takes a step towards Y/N, hugging her while I try not to notice that her hand just brushed against my arm. While MJ has Y/N, I take the opportunity to tell Peter something I've been meaning to say for a while now.

"You never deserved her, dipshit," I practically growl at him.

"You think I don't already know that?" He clenches his jaw and looks down.

Not having anything else to say, he slumps away, Ned hesitantly following after sending a sympathetic glance towards Y/N.

Y/N can't know that Peter actually knows how badly he messed up. It would break her. She needs to just move on.

But she still loves him, even though she shouldn't.

And he clearly still loves her, as he damn well should.

I'm so sorry I didn't update yesterday! Social-Distancing is getting to me and I lost track of the days, lol.

But from now on, I'm sticking to my schedule! *Sure* *Cue the eye rolls*

Question, do you guys enjoy Harry's POV? There probably won't be many more of these in  this book, but I was just wondering :)

Also, I'm low-key crushing on Harry right now, lol.

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