◡◡ heavenly
it was 6 pm in new york city;peter parker was roaming around central park after leaving the art museum. he had spent the entire day since harry left wishing he hadn’t, the same way he wished he hadn’t on that cold december night four years ago. peter couldn’t help but think about harry, his dirty blonde hair, his eyes like a storm at sea, the look of his lips. it felt wrong to think of him this way but peter just couldnt help it. of course the feeling of guilt was eating away at him due to his current relationship status, he really needed to talk to gwen tonight.
at 7 pm peter parker arrived at gwen stacy’s apartment, knocking on the girls door. she opened it slowly already in her pajamas looking exhausted, it must have been from work. thats when the guilt really set in, he was about to break up with his girlfriend for the unlikely possibility of his childhood best friend actually returning his feelings. that would never happen. peter tried to quiet his thoughts fidgeting with his bracelet “hey.. look gwen we need to talk about something important” he managed to choke out.
gwen just looked at him for a moment, the feelings behind her expression were hard to read. sorrow? relief? anger? or could it be, understanding. it was almost as if she had been expecting this. “come in” she guided him in seating him at a bar stool over her small kitchen island “i’ll put some tea on, chamomile okay?”.
“that’s fine” peters leg bounced up and down, he was always moving in some way but it was especially bad when he was nervous. he swallowed hard trying to rehearse what he would say in his head whilst the tea was brewing. the tea kettle squealed causing peters nerves to spike.
gwen poured the tea into two mugs, a ‘science rules’ one for peter and one with persian cats printed on it for herself. “here” she slid the mug down to peter and took a seat across from him “what was it you wanted to talk about?” she asked.
“right..” peter took a sip from his tea before nearly spitting it out from the burning sensation, he always did this, he was far to impatient to wait a few minutes for it to cool down. gwen giggled at this, a sweet laugh but nothing like harry’s. he coughed regaining his composure before continuing “listen, i think.. i think i like harry. im sorry, i know thats not fair to you but it would’ve been worse not to tell you. i dont want to hurt you-“
“peter stop, im not mad. i mean of course i’m sad but i’ve had time to prepare myself for this. you’ve been withdrawn from the relationship for a while now, it was obvious you had something on your mind. i dont blame you for your feelings peter, i understand. i think i knew long before we started this that it wouldn’t last.” gwen rambled, there was a hint of sadness in her voice however the warmth that laced her voice was much stronger.
“i want you to know i did love you, i’ll always love you some way. my feelings for you weren’t disingenuous” peter assured, he was relieved we wouldn’t completely lose gwen. she was still important to him no matter what he felt for harry.
gwen walked over to his side of the bar and grabbed his hands “i know peter, i know.” she placed a quick kiss against his cheek “get your guy dumbass” she gave him a gentle smile. the two shared a quick hug before peter left the apartment, he felt a lot more at ease now.
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it was 8:35 pm, peter parker was lying in his bed confined in the walls of his dirty apartment. he wasn’t focused on the filth however, instead he was focused on the image in his mind of he and none other than harry osborn himself making out. and god, did he wish it was real. the mere thought of harry’s lips on his own drove him insane. he couldn’t get him out of his head no matter how hard he tried, the image of the boy was burnt into his head. all he wanted was to hold him in his arms, he wanted to trace patterns in his skin and run his fingers through his hair. peter could spend an eternity just thinking about harry, he couldn’t imagine what he do if he was really with him. there was no way he possibly had a chance with him anyway, right? that definitely didn’t change the fact that he wanted to do everything, and maybe a little more, that he could to harry. peters mind was racing, his thoughts ranging from wanting to be as gentle and loving towards his as possible to wanting to ravish him in bed just to tear him apart and build him back up again. he knew he shouldn’t think about his friend this way but everything about him was so perfect, the raw emotional passionate harry was perfect. peter wanted nothing more than to see him like that more, the real harry. the harry he was falling for, hard and fast. the boy was heavenly.
after about an hour of letting his imagination run wild peter couldn’t wait anymore, he had to talk to harry. after a bit of pondering he shot harry a text.
peter: wanna grab lunch friday? it’d be nice to see you again 🤍
sending the message made peters chest tighten, was he actually nervous? ‘was the heart too much’ the boy started to panic a bit. everything suddenly felt real, his feelings were real, the damage they could deal to their friendship was real. he was going to be sick;before he knew it he was pacing around his cramped apartment debating just hiding away in there forever. suddenly peter stopped in his tracks, harry was typing. peters entire body had to be shaking, he took a deep breath trying to steady himself. this had to be longest most stressful thirty seconds of waiting in his life. after what felt like an eternity a message popped up on peters phone.
my angel 🤍: ill be there, you still like that chinese place we used to go to?
peter stopped panicking after that, all he could do was smile. his face illuminated by his phone screen causing his eyes to sparkle. harry was his world, he needed to make him see that.
peter: i can’t believe you remember
my angel 🤍: of course i did pete, i remember all the little things about you
peter couldn’t help but giggle at that, this didn’t feel real to him. every word exchanged with harry just made him fall farther under the spell of his sweet blue eyes. maybe he was pathetic for something so small evoking such a large reaction in him but he didn't really care. he was happy, he wanted to stay happy with harry. they exchanged messages for hours talking about everything they could sending each other memes and stupid pictures of themselves. neither one got much sleep that night they were far too busy basking in the comfort of one another. things felt good, harry was bringing part of peter back to life. he felt just like he used to spending everyday with harry, he really missed that feeling. peter was starting to feel a little bit less like there was a void in him.