baby blue movie
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it was 2:38 pm in new york city, the sky was smoggy, as could be expected of the filthy city, and the air was lung piercingly cold. harry had meetings lined up back to back, but of course he was doing his best to avoid them at all costs. he despised being in those cold rooms surrounded by investors judging his every move, everyone had already said he wasn’t fit to be oscorps CEO. it was clear they did not value his opinions as according to them he was some “unstable playboy” even if they weren’t far off it infuriated him.
harry was now skipping his 3:00 meeting, felicia would kill him for that later. he was instead hiding away at his favorite art museum, somewhere he often went to avoid the world. he made his way around the museum like usual before he was stopped in his tracks, stunned by what he was seeing, peter parker was standing in front of him. the wall behind the brunette was lined with pictures, peters pictures. the boy beamed at harry when he took notice of his presence waving him over. after that harry made possibly the best or worst decision of his life, he walked towards peter. he hadn’t seen peter since they were 17, four years ago. he smiled at harry, causing his heart to stop. his smile was just as charming as it had been every other time they had met, it annoyed the hell out of harry. it annoyed harry that his stomach was doing summersaults all because a boy smiled at him.
“hey har” peter grinned “its been a while”
a while?! a while was possibly the biggest understatement, peter hadn’t so much as muttered a word to harry since his dad died and harry became the new CEO of oscorp. to be fair, harry hadn’t reached out either but that didn’t change how hurt he was. for gods sakes his dad died. eventually harry managed to mutter the words ‘long time no see’.
he soon regained his composure enough to start a conversation “i see you’re starting to make a name for yourself as a photographer”. harry leaned in examining each if the photographs. the largest one caught his attention; it was of a blonde girl draped in sheets. “who’s the girl in that one?” harry pointed at the picture.
peter took a moment to respond almost as if he didn’t want to admit it “thats my girlfriend, gwen”. that statement alone sent harry over the edge. jealousy was a feeling he was used to, not one he liked but a familiar one, especially surrounding peter parker. harry tried his best to bury the feeling, years of pining didn’t mean peter was his. he would never be, he needed to remember that before he let feelings emerge. “im happy for you, you seem to be doing well” harry said through gritted teeth, peter knew it wasn’t genuine he knew what genuine harry felt like. he was probably one of the only people to experience that raw version of harry.
“you know what, we should hang out soon. i miss you” peter suggested.
those three words drove harry mad, his head was spinning with thoughts. peter had to know what he was doing to him, god. no matter what harry did he couldn’t deny peter, it was far too difficult. peter had a way of making him melt at the simplest things. harry took a deep breath before saying, a little too eagerly “im sure i could free up time for you”. that made peter giggle;his laugh was smooth and sweet like caramel, and harry, oh, he adored it.
harry looked down at his phone to see about 20 missed calls from felicia. she called again as if on queue, harry picked up turning away from peter. it was 4:00 pm now and was felicia pissed. she sounded like she was prepared to rip his throat out with her bare hands. “mr. osborn, where the are you. you just missed a meeting with two of your most important investors and may lose funding because of it, you cant just skip meetings sir.” harry couldn’t even get a word in as she angrily ranted “you have five more meetings today back to back, three of the five concerning your environmental program. i you care about that at least, so please for both of our sakes go to your meetings. i’m sending a car to your location now, you have another meeting at 4:25 dont be late”. her aggressive typing could be heard through the phone, she was probably trying to sort things out with the investors harry had blown off. harry sighed as felicia said one last thing before hanging up “be outside when we arrive”.
harry turned to peter “duty calls” he sounded almost disappointed that he had to leave. peter pouted a bit, harry honestly couldn’t tell if it was jokingly or not. “i’ll text you” peter assured as he did those dorky finger guns at harry. the mere idea of getting a notification on harry's phone from peter sent him into overdrive, it didn't feel real that he could want to have contact after all these years. “i’ll be waiting” that was probably the most genuine thing harry had said all day. he really had his hopes up now and he was praying peter wouldn’t disappoint him. harry walked out of the building, a weird mix of emotions festering. the car pulled up seconds after, he got in quickly. felicia was attempting to tell him something about the meeting but he just tuned it out. harry laid his head against the cold window of the car watching as people walked by. he never liked new york, but peter had a way of bringing new life to the city.
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harry is 12 and his mother just died. his father is shipping him off to a boarding school in europe next week. today was the first time his father hit him.
harry has tears streaming down his face, his cheek stings from the contact his fathers hand made. theres a metallic taste in his mouth from his bloody lip. the boy is curled up on his bedroom floor, his sobs echoing through the empty pent house. it was in this moment that he decided to run away, a stupid impulsive thing only a child would do. he was angry, so angry. he was angry with his mother for leaving him, he was angry with his father for discarding him like any old object, but most of all he was angry with himself for not being able to stop it. harry rummaged through his closet in search of a book bag, finally he found one. it had little animals all over it and a keychain he got from the aquarium years back. he shoved maybe a days worth of clothes into the bag, snacks, and a blanket. not exactly good supplies for running away.
he soon exited out the back door and began walking, no actual destination in mind. it was mid february and far too cold to be wearing what he was. by the time he happened upon peter he was in a small neighborhood, peter was playing outside with his uncle ben. of course, being the kid that he was, peter immediately came up to talk to harry asking a million questions ranging from ‘why are you bleeding’ to ‘do you like robots’. peters uncle guided harry inside their small home to clean up his face and ask where his parents were, when harry refused to tell him he went to go conversate with peters aunt about the situation leaving the two boys to play. being in that house felt so warm and safe, peter treated harry like any other normal kid. peter made harry feel like he was human. of course this perfect bubble that harry had constructed couldn’t last as a few hours later norman osborns assistant was dragging a sobbing harry out of the home. he would have done anything to stay just a minute longer, but it ended swiftly as every other form of comfort did.
peter parker was harry osborns first friend, and even though it would be two years before they would meet again harry thought about the boy daily.
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it was now 9 PM and harry was trapped in the back of a car once again, he had just finished up his last meeting. the entire day drained him. he dreaded each day of the week, he dreaded the endless cycle of mindless work. he stared out the window watching cars zoom by as it began to rain, the sound putting him at ease. rain was one of the few things that brought harry comfort. rain caused the world to stop for just long enough to finally relax.
harry put in his headphones in attempt to drown out the sound of his noisy drivers blabbering, blasting music. about ten minutes later his phone lit up with a message from none other than peter himself.
pete 🕷️: wanna grab lunch friday? it’d be nice to see you again 🤍
harry couldn’t help but grin at his phone, that was the biggest he had smiled in a long time. now he had something to look forward to, something to make the dread of waking up lessen. he was falling hard.
harry: ill be there, you still like that chinese place we used to go to?
and there he was smiling like a dork as they exchanged messages. he really hoped this would never end. all the old feelings were starting to bubble up again. what the hell had he gotten himself into.