So my friend Stephanie gave me a prompt, because I wanted to type something at the end of our fifth block class and complained that I didn't know what to write.

Prompt: cutesy meeting at a cafe.

I was beyond nervous, almost resorting to biting my nails as I waited. I'd already gotten my coffee- a large caramel mocha frappe- and was fidgeting to prevent myself from actually lifting my fingernails to my teeth.

I can't believe how nervous I am, I am a Hardy, we don't do nervous! I hate it. Picking up my phone from the face down position I had it laying on the table in I checked the time yet again.

12:30.

I let out a small breathe as I sat down my phone, whether it was from relief or stress I'm not entirely sure. Maybe both?

He was supposed to be here by now, actually right now. I was about 10 minutes early- hey it was in my nature, I'm an office assistant.

I picked up my phone again, feeling like I'd been waiting hours.

12.32

...Really?It's only been two minutes?!

Irritably I lay it down again and took a deep breath.

Why on earth did I let Peter and Gwen talk me into letting them set me up on a blind date? I shake my head, not even able to answer my own question.

I sighed and scanned the room of customers slowly, letting myself soak up the details about everyone and everything I could. I even routed at least three different escape routes should I need to make a swift, hasty, unnoticeable exit. While looking around absently my eyes landed on a single handsome guy, sitting all alone at a table for two. He was looking around as well, as if he wasn't sure of something. Interesting..

I feel the urge to pick up my phone and check the time again, but refrain. It's most likely only been a few minutes. I can't believe I forgot my watch at home on my vanity, and have to resort to checking my phone if I didn't see a clock around.

I hear footsteps that sound as if they're approaching me while I inspect my coffee lid with boredom. I'm still irritated that Gwen 'forgot' to send me a picture of who to look for on my little 'date', at least she gave me a first name-Harry. She said he was a friend of Peter's and that's all she would let on. I couldn't get anything out of her.

A shadow casts over my table and I decide to look up after a second as it's apparent they're not leaving. It's the guy I saw sitting by himself a few short moments ago My eyes meet the bluest eyes I've ever seen, like an ocean, or a sky maybe? I'm not sure, all I know is they've pulled me in and they're perfect. His hair has the slightest wave to it and there's a soft smirk on his lips. I feel him scrutinize me as well, and I don't mind as I'm inspecting him.

"Hello." He has a voice to match his good looks, I hope his personality fits too.

"Hi." my voice squeaks out and I mentally face-palm for sounding so horrid, like a young child going through puberty or something.

"Um, I'm Harry. Peter's friend. You're Felicia right?"

"Mm-hmm." I hum my confirmation while I nod my head slightly.

He slid into the seat across from me his smirk looking more like a slightly nervous smile now. "Sorry to keep you waiting, I was just um-." He chuckles, cutting himself off.

"It's okay. I was early anyways."

"So they tricked you into this too huh?"

"Yeah, kinda. I haven't been on a date since high school. So Gwen really bugged me about it." I couldn't help but answer him honestly even though I'd just met him.

We began asking each other random questions and soon it was time for the coffee shop to close.

"Oh, we'd better go. They're about to close." he had a view of the clock.

He quickly stood up and offered me his arm before I could even stand up. "Shall we?"

"We shall." I giggled softly as I took his arm before he led me out to the park across the street. We sat on the swings next to each other and looked up at the twinkling stars.

The topic of conversation soon turned towards family life and friends. He seemed to turn bitter at the thought of his family.

"What's wrong Harry?"

"My father, the great Norman Osborn-" He lets out a low chuckle, "He hardly pays attention to me. I've always been invisible at home. And my mom's gone, she left us when I was five."

"I'm so sorry Harry, I shouldn't have pushed." I reach out and lay a hand on his shoulder, in an attempt to convey my feelings.

"Harry, I work for your father. He talks about you all the time, I almost never hear anything but praise coming from him. And if it makes you feel any better, my family life isn't so great either."

He looks up with a raised eyebrow, "He does? And how do you mean?"

"I'm serious Harry, he really does care for you. Your father puts up a front because he fears you'll disappear or leave him someday and he doesn't know if he should get attached. And to answer your other question, well, my father is a thief. He wanted to train me to be a thief, a cat burglar. And my mother, she was an important scientist. She worked at Oscorp, Um." I look down, removing my hand from his shoulder and placing it in my lap, fidgeting. "She experimented with animals, she was involved in the research for cross species genetics."

"I thought the cross species genetics program was just spiders- and led by Dr. Parker and Dr. Connors?"

"No, it wasn't. It was so much more."

"How come I didn't know about this? How do you know about this?"

"Because my mom brought me there. She used me in her experiments. She tested her formulas on me."

"What?" His voice was barely a whisper and he moved to crouch in front of me. "Why would she do that to you?" his hands covered mine, his way of offering comfort.

"I guess she thought it was okay since I was her daughter, her own flesh and blood. Her child to do with as she wished or some other bull crap reason." suddenly I began to feel very tired, which is odd since I'm a 'night owl'. I guess because of the upsetting conversation. I'd revealed a secret to Harry I'd never told anyone before, something I'd never thought I'd ever tell anyone. Ever.

I must've been leaning forward, almost falling, because the next thing I know I'm in his arms and he's beginning to stand up while holding me in his arms.

"Let's get you home Felicia." I can't bring myself to argue, that I want to stay out here talking to him, I'm so tired and comfortable in his arms. I simply look up and watch his face as he carries me away from the park. After a minute or so of walking- across the street I guess- he somehow maneuvers the car door open and lays me down in the passenger seat. I don't want to let go and he gently removes my arms from his neck and buckles me in before jogging around to get in the drivers seat.

"Address?" He asks quietly and I mumble an answer which he seems to hear and we take off. My tired eyes focus on his face, everything else slightly blurred from my fatigue. Somehow my eyes pull themselves closed by the time we pull to a stop.

He hops out of the car and once again he pulls me into his arms and I curl into his chest. I don't open my eyes at all as he enters the expensive commons area in the lobby where my condo was. I felt the jerk of an elevator as it started and stopped.

"Keys?"

"Front pocket of my bag." I mumble into his neck. Somehow he manages to get my keys out and open my door without dropping me or setting me down.

After a moment he goes to set me down and I feel the plush of my comforter on my skin. He goes to remove my arms from his neck and holds them together in his hands as he sits on the edge of my bed right next to me.

"How are you feeling?" one of his hands goes to brush some hair out of my eyes and I nod before realizing that didn't answer his question.

"Tired." I murmur, but try to keep my eyes open not wanting him to go.

He nods, "Get some rest." He leans in and places a soft kiss on my temple before going to stand up. But he doesn't get far, my hand is still loosely grasping one of his and I tug on it, trying to get his attention.

"Please stay." My voice is quiet, barely a whisper but he looks at me, into my eyes. After a moment of Harry studying my face he nods, "Okay."

I nod again, for some reason relieved that he was staying, I felt like something was going to happen but I had no idea what. He walked around and laid on the other half of the bed. I rolled onto my back and turned my head towards him before reaching out with my hand to take a hold of his.

"Get some rest Felicia." he repeated, reaching over again to run his fingers along my cheek before dropping his hand again.

I let my eyes slowly close and soon fell fast asleep, our hands still intertwined.

...

I shot up in the bed, clutching a hand to my chest, scared awake by the thunder. I tried to quiet my heavy breathing, but gave a small squeak of surprised fear when another crack of thunder shook the window.

That's when Harry groggily sat up, at some point he'd taken off his shirt from being too warm I guess. "What's wrong?"

"N-nothing." I stuttered but squealed again only a few seconds later from the loud thunder.

He seemed confused for second, "Oh."

He pulled me back into his arms, "Felicia, are you afraid of thunder?"

"I'm not afraid, it's just-" I sigh, "Okay, I'm a little afraid of thunder." I wince every time the windows rattle from the large booming cracks of thunder.

"Don't worry, you're gonna be just fine." He said sleepily as he stroked my hair gently in a soothing motion, like my parents used to do when I was really, really little. It really did help when I was frightened.

Soon I was calmed down enough to sleep and the thunder was nothing but a background noise, and fell asleep feeling safe in his arms.

...

I woke up to a delicious smell. Stretching I noticed that the other side of the bed was empty, I was alone. I slowly opened my eyes and saw I was indeed alone. Standing up I wiped the sleep from my eyes and looked down.

My brows furrowed in confusion before remembering I'd gotten much too hot at some point in the night after the storm and had stripped myself of my wrinkled dress which was now draped on the chair. At least I was still in my undergarments. Looking around I spotted Harry's black button up shirt laying at the foot of the bed and picked it up.

Slipping it on and buttoning it up most of the way I made my way to my bedroom door and peeked out. Taking another deep breath I realized the delectable smell was pancakes.

Quickly and quietly I make my way through the short hallway to the large kitchen- dining room combo and snuck up to a shirtless Harry from behind. I peeked around him and saw he was indeed making pancakes. I giggled before wrapping my arms around his waist.

"Hi there." I whisper by his ear.

"Hello to you too." He gave a small laugh before turning enough to let me stand next to him in front of the griddle.

"Breakfast is almost ready, I was going to give you breakfast in bed but.." He trailed off with a shrug. " I got up too soon." I finished, "Oopsie."

"Haha, yeah. Yeah, you did." He took the last of the pancakes off of the griddle and put them in the pan, readying it to go over to my small table.

Moving away I reached into the cupboards I pulled out two plates, glasses and silverware before setting them on the table. We walked past each other as I went to pull out something to drink from the fridge. "Milk or juice?" I ask over my shoulder.

"Milk please." He calls back. "Okay." I say as I pull it out and hurried back to pour it in the glasses.

"Enjoy your pancakes a la Osborn."

"You remembered, they're my favorite." I giggle, "I bet they're absolutely delicious."

After we finished and put all the dishes where they belonged he followed me around the corner into my living room and we sat comfortably on the couch. Soon after we put on some sappy movie, the doorbell rang.

"That's weird. I'm not expecting anybody." I wrinkle my nose before standing up and going over to answer it.