Title: Piecing it Back Together
Rating: M, for sexual content
Warning: Slash
Description: Harry realizes his feelings for Peter, problem is, he realized them right after Peter was killed in a treacherous battle, or so he thought.
Chapter One
"It's hard to watch this, but Spiderman, our brave hero, may be at his end. He can't take any more, it seems, and he is slowly letting go. Dear God. New York City, Spiderman is dead. He will be forever missed, for he has spun a web in each of our hearts…"
Harry Osborne sat relaxed across the sofa, a half empty bottle of whisky in his hand, which dangled off the side. He was listening to some shit his dad played, a long time ago, when he was sad- but wouldn't admit it. And now, Harry Osborne followed his suit. Like father, like son. He'd done that his whole life.
He took another swig of the alcohol and sighed. Peter Parker was dead. There was something about somebody dying, whom you were in bad graces with, which just made Harry hurt more. He didn't think he'd hurt at all, if it'd happened, after all he'd tried to kill him, but still, it was Pete and now, he was gone.
A single tear ran down the side of his cheek.
He wiped it away before it could drip any further. He'd sent the entire work staff home, and provided hotels for the ones who usually slept in his mansion. He wanted to be alone- all alone. He hated Peter, for leaving like that. He hadn't even tried to come back, to make up his excuses again.
Harry's chest filled with butterflies every time that man came back, asking for forgiveness. There was a small part of him that knew the truth, because Peter would not kill a man, especially somebody who meant something to Harry.
Peter was in love with Harry, and Harry knew the fact. And he'd long ago accepted it. But what he didn't want to accept was…he was falling in love with Peter. Now more then ever, when the hero was gone, dead.
He wished Peter would come back, try to explain one more time, and then, he'd be able to forgive him, because he couldn't stand the pain of staying away any longer. He needed to be close to Peter.
His thoughts absently traveled to the one kiss they'd shared, in high school. It was a secret, it'd always been a secret, but from that day forward, Harry had given a little piece of his heart to Pete, and up until this day, Harry had thought he had treated it badly, by killing his dad, but he realized now; it was probably a big misunderstanding.
Harry heard footsteps out on the balcony, and was still. He did not turn around.
He already knew who it was…