Surprise

I make my way back to my room, when I enter, I see Harry sitting on my bed, with his legs curled up to his chest. He's fiercely typing on his phone. As I walk closer, he peers up at me and smiles, he powers off his cell and throws it onto his backpack resting in the corner. It makes me cringe, thinking of the broken screen it could cause. He doesn't know how lucky he is to be rich. I go lay next to him, wincing from the pain of the harsh movements. Once I settle, I stare at my popcorn ceiling.

“Wanna hear something lame?” I questioned.

“Mhm,” he returns.

“That was my first time drinking alcohol."  I glance up at him, he's goofily smiling.

“Awe, it's kind of endearing,” he beamed. “It's okay that you're totally a loser.”

“I just don't give into peer pressure,” I assured him “D.A.R.E taught me well."  He laughed, which then caused me to giggle.

“Too bad you couldn't have any, it would have been better if we could have had our firsts together," I said, my cheeks turning a skosh red.

“Sorry to break it to you, but it wouldn't be my first time,” he slyly stated.

“What?????" I yelled, pushing myself up on my elbows so I could face him. “The golden boy had a drink before me? I’m even more humiliated now."  He smiled and buried his face in his knees.

“My dad gives me wine at dinner when my grandparents visit. They're French."  

I chuckled and pushed him playfully, before falling back to the mattress.“That doesn't count. And that makes you look like a dork,” I scoffed. It kind of stung though, I really could have been his first.

“Then do you want me to mix some more, and we can pretend like this is the first time?"  I don't know why, but hearing him say that makes my stomach flip.

“Aunt May will kill us if she finds out,” I say.

“Nah, she’ll only kill you,” he laughed. He then jumped out of the bed, and waved a peace sign at me before leaving. My face feels really hot now. I cup my face in my cheeks, and smile. Why am I so happy right now? I feel so giddy. I force myself to sit up and grab my phone while I wait for Harry. I send Aunt May a warning that we're having a sleepover, she replies with a selfie of her and Mrs. Watson. I didn't know she knew how to do that. 

I hear our old stairs creak, and see Harry emerge, holding up two glasses. He steps onto the bed, hands me both drinks, then gracefully sits down, bringing his knees up to his chest. Our arms are touching, but his head is slightly over mine, forcing me to look up to talk to him. 

He reaches across me to grab the drink that's farthest away from him. “I already drank this one,” he says.

He smells so good. He always smells like fresh laundry, and expensive cologne. We hold out our glasses and cheers, before gulping the drink. I'm only able to drink a little before coughing. It burns my throat even more this time. 

“Wow, this tastes awful,” Harry chimed in. His cheeks are already flushed. So cute. He’s smiling.

“It's even worse this time,” I laughed. One only drank a small amount, but my body already feels light. “Thanks for staying over tonight “ I said, resting my head on his shoulder. He returned the gesture and gently laid his head on me. I pull my arm up and make my way to his hand. Before I slide my hand into his I pause and recoil. What am I doing ? The alcohol must be making me feel weird.

“It's like old times,” he sighed.

“We are still in the old times,” I elbowed him jokingly “you can tell me you miss the old times in 50 years.”

“Will we still be friends in 50 years?" he asked, a tinge of humor in his voice. My heart stings, I know he's joking, but we won't be. The life I have doesn't work that way. I have to cut Harry off, or something terrible will happen to him. It's like I'm a walking curse. I get bitten by this stupid fucking spider, my uncle dies, and anyone I interact with while I'm Spider-Man gets taken and dangled over me. I've saved Harry a few times, and now I'm constantly terrified I'm not going to make it in time to save him when it really matters. I wish we could stay together, but I know it won't work. Why did I even bring this up? I need to keep my mouth shut, or else it will hurt Harry even more when I disappear.

“I might be sick of you by then,” I smile, trying to keep the light-hearted mood. I think it will be best to cherish this sleepover, and then tomorrow we will go our separate ways. I can't have him die because of me. I would never forgive myself.

“Whatever,” he laughed. My heart is still heavy. We continue to drink till our glasses are gone, and laugh till our stomachs hurt. Around 1 am we hear the front door open. Aunt May is back, she has a better social life than me. Harry quickly jumps over me, to turn off the light. He climbs back over me and snuggles deep under the covers.

“I don't want to get caught,” he whispered, motioning for me to lay down. I scooch myself down and lay next to Harry. It's too dark to make out any of his features, but I know we are facing each other. I feel his hot breath on my face, and his warmth pushing up against me. My twin bed is too small for us, there is no position where we aren't touching. Our hands are brushing against each other, and his his knee is in between my legs. My heart aches a little. He smells so good that I can't help but snuggle up close, breathing him in deeply. I let my heavy eyes close, and enjoy the closeness between us.

This will be the last time we can be together like this. I'll miss it. I'll miss him. God, I'm going to miss him. I feel a tear fall from my eye. I rub the sadness away and allow myself to drift asleep, though I wish I could stay awake all night to cherish this moment.

I lick my lips. I wonder if Harry has had his first kiss? I wonder what his type is?

I can feel myself slipping, drowsiness is taking over. Hopefully, I'll dream of Harry tonight.

“Are you awake? I want to tell you something,” I hear Harry whisper. His voice couldn't pull me out of the drowsiness, and I don't  respond.