Reunion [Harry OsbornxReader] ~Book 2~

CHAPTER 1

"JUST GET OUT!" You didn't hesitate rushing out the front door as your father screamed at you, drunk again. The evening would've been wonderful if you weren't more concerned with getting as far away from that place as you could.

The cold, crisp air bit you as you ran, stinging your eyes and cheeks. You should've been used to this by now, it's been almost six years since you came back home. Home. Was that the right word? A home is somewhere safe, warm and comforting, right? If so, that wasn't a home. Home was a distant memory, memories of sitting under a tree with the boy you realised you loved. The boy you grew to want every single day, the boy you discovered you loved so much more than a best friend.

You were pulled out of your spiral of thoughts by the ping of your cellphone. You stopped beneath a bus shed and pulled the device out of your hoodie pocket. A contact labeled 'Peter' appeared on the screen. You sighed, your breath fogging up slightly. 

Peter: Hey! Do you wanna hang out?

It was as if he read your mind.

(Y/n): Yeah, that's be nice.

His response was swift.

Peter: Awesome. Well you know where my house is. 

(Y/n): On my way

You jogged to his house, it wasn't very far from where you were. The familiar house grew closer, and you could make out your curly haired friend sitting on the roof. He noticed you, and waved.

"Hey!"

"Hey Peter." You opened the front door, glancing around for the sweetheart that was Aunt May. She was actually coming down the steps in front of you, and hurried down to greet you. She wrapped you in a warm, welcoming embrace, something you were grateful for. 

"Hello (Y/n), you know where Peter is." She smiled softly, the lines on her face showing, but it just made her more beautiful. You nodded in response.

"Give him this please." She let go of you, disappearing into the kitchen and coming back with bottled water and some snacks. You took them and went to him. 

Soon enough, you were wiggling through the window and beside your friend. You two became friends when you were at the convenience store one day. You were there for each other when Uncle Ben died, since you also grew close to Uncle Ben the more you visited the Parker household. 

"Sup P." You said casually as you made yourself comfortable. He was sitting with a bunch of books and notes, poring over one of his projects. He looked up from his work to talk to you, and from the looks of it, he needed the break. You could see his nose scrunched from the headache he had. He never listened when you told him to take breaks. You tossed him the bottle and placed the snacks beside you for when he wanted them.

"Hey (Y/n). What's up?"

"Nothing much," you lied, "I was actually gonna ask to come over right before you messaged me." Well, that part was true. 

He laughed. "I could sense it, I'm a mind reader." 

You snickered at his silliness. You relaxed a bit, listening to him talk about his new project. But all good things must end. Your phone beeped, an alarm. Your work alarm. His face fell, knowing very well what the alarm meant. "Aww, already?"

"Afraid so, P." You shut off the alarm before slipping through the window and back into the house. Peter followed behind you, wanting to walk you out. 

As you were at the door, he wished you farewell. "Bye! Tell Gwen I said hi!" He waved as you walked away. You waved back just as enthusiastically.

"I will!" With that, you turned back to the road. You walked to the corner and hailed a cab, double checking that you had your wallet with you. You slid into the backseat, glancing briefly at the driver. It was a middle-aged man, normal. 

"Where to?" His voice was accented, Boston. 

"Oscorp Building please." He pulled away from the curb and into traffic, following the route to the mentioned building. You worked as a secretary there, nothing fancy. You couldn't do much else until you went to college. It paid enough for you to save a little bit without your father noticing as he took the money. But you worked weird hours, which, to you, was another plus.

The building loomed, glittering in the late sunlight. It was a clear testament to the prosperity of the company, there for all of New York to see. He pulled up near to it once he was close enough, letting you off. You paid him and hurried out, going straight into the shining sculpture. 

In the building people bustled back and forth, visiting, working, leaving. You went up to the front desk, revealing your employee's ID card to them. Link, the one behind the desk at the time, grinned at you and let you behind.

"Thanks (Y/n)! I'm pooped." He stretched and allowed you into the backroom, just behind the receptionist's desk area where you could change. You swiftly undressed and dressed in the uniform, dress pants/skirt, a white shirt, black dress shoes, a tie and a waistcoat. You brushed your hair hastily and returned to the desk, taking over for the while. Link ducked into the room and reemerged wearing more casual clothing.

"I'm gonna head out now. See you around (Y/n)!" He waved and strode through the large glass doors, back into the world. You breathed deeply, calming yourself and equipping your 'customer voice'. 

A wavy stream of people throughout the shift came and spoke to you, just businesspeople and some co-workers signing in or out. You filled out some reports on the meantime, answered a few emails, the usual. In the middle of your shift though, a large group of businesspeople approached the desk.

"Good evening, how may I help you?" You inquired formally, giving them your full attention.

"We have a meeting with the head of Oscorp this evening." The woman at the front of the group answered you curtly. You opened the file on the meeting, seeing a list of names. There was also a stack of temporary ID cards for each participant. You nodded.

"I see. May I have your names please?" You looked up at them, awaiting their replies. One by one, as they gave you their names, you handed them their corresponding cards and checked them off the list. The list was completely cleared and the stack non-existent by the end. 

"Thank you for working with Oscorp, and I hope you enjoy your visit." Only a few mumbled 'thank you's or 'you too's as they moved on. You huffed, relaxing into your seat and resuming your email. 

Eventually, you saw the flock of businesspeople leave, along with most of the staff. The light outside was no longer provided by the sun, it was provided by the artificial street lights. The darkness of the night was barely viewable over the brilliant lifts of the city, something that, while gorgeous in itself, not appreciated. It meant you had to go back. Back to that hellhole.

"Time to go, (Y/n)." You heard a voice near you. It was Gwen standing by the desk. You remembered the message.

"Hey Gwen. Peter said hi." You stood and stretched, earning a satisfying 'pop'. Without waiting for a reaction, you went into the backroom and changed back into your hoodie and jeans. You reentered the lobby, and sidled next to Gwen.

"Ready?" you asked.

"Yeah." Together, you walked down out into the street, going together until Gwen caught a cab and left. You hailed your own, then went back to that place. What to call it? Not-home. You went back to not-home, dreading whatever scene was about to curse your eyes once more.