Chapter 1: I need you.

"My house, right now. "

That's the place. I don't know why I'm going there, but I am. I don't know why Harry wanted me to meet him, but it seemed important. Why now though? That's a little strange, even for him.

I'm essentially running there. I don't know why, since I could just web-swing over there. Yeah make even less sense, Peter. I'm overthinking this. What if it's nothing? What if he just wants to talk? I don't know, I'm just worried. It's never anything good when they want to meet you after 6pm. God, I'm so sweaty right now. I've been running from Queens all the way to the east side of Manhattan and I'm so very exhausted. Who knew I had limits, even with all my strength. If it turns out to be nothing I am gonna be so mad.

Finally, I arrive at Harry's door. It's a big house, right in the middle of Tudor city. It's gotta have like, 8 floors. I knock on the door, and before I even finish knocking the door swings open. There he is, Harry Osborn. His eyes are a piercing blue, but they're so bloodshot. What's wrong with him, has he been crying?

"…hey Harry."

"Peter!" he pulls me inside, hugging me, holding on tight. "I'm so glad you came."

"Of course I came. Anything for you, man." I have no idea what's going on, it's crazy. He smells like scotch, I guess he's been drinking. That explains things. He lets go of me, patting my shoulder as he moves. "You alright?" I ask him.

"Um, yeah. Yeah I'm good." I hear the doubt in his voice, he's not sure. I step inside the house, it's pretty fancy. Adorned in creepy masks and animal furs, Harry's father was the weird type. I guess he's just been lonely since Norman died and wanted a friend to talk to.

"Do you want a drink?" He asks me, his voice almost stuttering. I politely decline, since I don't drink. We stand there awkwardly looking around the place, making eye contact occasionally. Why did he ask me to come here if this was all he's gonna do? It's strange. Harry decides to sit down on the couch and asks me to join him. I sit down as he pours a glass of golden-brown scotch. Why did he ask me to come here!?

"I guess you're wondering why I asked you to come here so late." Yeah, you think? Jesus, just get to the point.

"Yeah, what's with that? I ran all the way over here."

"Really?" He laughs. Laughs in way that tells me he finds it shocking, yet so sweet of me to run here.

"Yeah, I was so worried about you. Why right now, couldn't it wait?"

"Haha, no. It… uhh, it couldn't wait." He smiles, glancing at my lips and then locking eyes with me. What is he doing?

"Uuh, Harry? What're you... um, what're you doing?"

"Shh… let it happen, Pete." Before I can even react, we're kissing. I can't even pull away, and he's really getting into it. It's so wet, it's… good. Arrgh, no. I've got a girlfriend, I can't do this to her. I push him away, shocked and confused. So very confused.

"HARRY, WHAT THE FUCK!?" I shout, but I'm not full of rage, just confusion and surprise. I don't even know how to react. He's just sitting there, staring at me with his big, blue eyes. His gorgeous eyelashes fluttering as he blinks. No. It makes no sense! Why am I noticing all this? Why is he not reacting? WHAT IS HAPPENING!?

"Sorry." He mutters. He sounds so distressed, like all his hopes and dreams have been crushed. I guess that's my fault. He's going through a difficult time and he's just not focusing. He doesn't know what he wants. "I need you, Peter. Since my father died, I've had time to think. Think about myself, about you. I used to shy away from who I am because my father wouldn't accept me and now that he's gone, I can finally stop hiding from the real me and my real feelings. For you."

I'm speechless. Did Harry just… come out to me? No. He's just in a difficult place right now, that's all.

"Look, Harry. You're just confused…"

"NO I AM NOT!" he cuts me off, angered. "I AM SO SICK OF BEING TOLD THAT I'M JUST CONFUSED BUT I'M NOT. I KNOW WHAT I FEEL, PETER." He grabs me by my shirt and kisses me again, but I push him off me and he hits the ground. He lets out a moan and stays there. I can hear him start to sob. I can't take this I have to leave, leave my best friend while he's going through a difficult time.

"I'm sorry, Harry. I can't… I can't…" I just run out the door. I can't deal with this right now.

END OF CHAPTER 1