So I'm new to this fandom-y place. I got inspired by The Amazing Spider Man 2. I had seen the early 2000s Spiderman movies and I just didn't get into them and I hardly remember them… probably because I was younger and I wasn't into fiction like I am now, and I want to rewatch those sometime... Anyways, I really connected with Harry in ASM2 and I loved the darker portrayal of him as compared to the previous introduction I had. I'm also going to go off of this movieverse rather than the comics/previous movieverse. And I went to see it again a week or so later, and I got the deep Parksborn feels. And damn. Then this was thought of, and I've been needing to write.

So this was born. The title comes from the Panic! At the Disco song, except it's kind of reversed in how it plays out. Let me know what you think.

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Knock knock.

Who could that be? Peter lifted his head out of his books and looked over his shoulder to his door. He had just moved into a small studio apartment closer to the university that he'd be starting at in a few months. Aunt May had insisted that he do that and find another job to help pay for rent. Hardly anyone knew that he was living here now.

Peter stood up from the desk and walked across the room to the door, looking through the peephole. Harry? Peter had only seen Harry on covers of magazines with one model or another, but he still knew exactly who he was. What the hell? He opened the door, getting a better look at his… friend. He reeked of alcohol, and it made it impossible for Peter to smell anything other than just that.

Harry had been leaning his shoulder against the doorway while pressing his fingers against his eyes, clearly not expecting Peter to actually open the door. When Peter opened it, he looked at him with wide eyes and mouth opened in surprise.

From a single look up and down, Harry looked messed up. He wore a black suit and loosened tie, with a white dress shirt; his clothes almost looked wrinkled. His face and eyes were reddened, probably from the alcohol and his usually perfect hair was somewhat tangled. Beneath his eyes were dark moons that accompanied by coral rimmed eyes. But what stood out the most were his usually cool blue eyes - they stood out like nothing Peter had seen before. The contrast of red and blue was breathtaking, even in the circumstance.

"Harry?" Peter said out loud, trying to process what was happening. It was the first time in years since he was able to address his childhood friend.

"I'm sorry, Peter, but can I please stay with you tonight?" Harry pleaded. Harry always hated begging, and here he was, begging without any difficulty to Peter. "Please, I don't know where else to go!" Harry said with more urgency, glancing over his right shoulder for half a second before returning eye contact with Peter.

He didn't even know that Harry was in the States. From the way he was talking, he didn't seem to be drunk. He actually seemed the complete opposite. He seemed like he knew exactly what he was doing. "Please, Pete." His voice almost cracked, his eyes breaking eye contact and looking down.

"Uh, come inside." Peter stepped aside, signaling for Harry to walk into his apartment. And with difficulty, he did. He shifted his weight off of the doorway and seemed to limp past Peter. Peter closed the door and turned to Harry, who was trying not to look around the room too much. "What's going on?"

Harry returned his attention to Peter, being aware of the door closing and the two childhood friends being enclosed in a room alone first time since Harry was sent off to boarding school. His mouth opened and closed, obviously trying to figure out what he was supposed to say.

"Harry, what the hell? It's past two in the morning," Peter trying to lighten the mood while letting Harry know that he needs to say something.

"I- I'm so sorry. I-I shouldn't be h-here bothering you. I j-just- I just didn't know what to do..." Harry trailed off, looking in every direction except for at Peter.

"Harry," Peter said as he put his hands on Harry's shoulders with hesitation, trying to get Harry to focus on him. "What happened? I thought you were at boarding school… When did you- What is going on?" Peter stopped himself, trying to get his attention back what the fuck is going on with Harry right now.

"I-, my dad-, I just-, my-, he-, I-" Harry was looking right at Peter looking as though he were about to fall apart, his bloodshot eyes glistening with defeat.

"Slow down, Harry. Here, sit down." Peter directed Harry to take a seat on the edge of his bed while Peter sat on his desk chair, spinning it around to face his old friend. "What happened?"

Harry sat with one elbow on his knee, the hand reaching, being tangled in his hair. He seemed to be pulling it, possibly out of frustration, and then Peter saw a tear drop run down his cheek.

He doesn't want me to see him like this…

"Do you want to take a shower or something before you tell me what's going on? I think I have a clean t-shirt and shorts that would fit you…" Peter suggested, trying to make Harry as comfortable as possible. More so that Harry would have a chance to let it out in private if he would prefer.

Harry just simply nodded, and tried to get up. The attempt was unsuccessful and he almost collapsed. Peter's reflexes allowed him to bolt up and catch him and return him to the sitting position. His tear streaked face looked right into Peter's for a moment, looking as though he wanted to hold onto Peter for dear life. Peter took a seat next to him and wrapped his arms around Harry's shoulders, inviting him to openly cry if he wanted. To let him know that he was safe.

Harry responded by dragging his hands up to his face, covering it while falling into Peter's chest, sobbing.

Peter felt like he needed to cry with Harry to let him know that it was going to be okay, and that he was there for him, but instead he started rubbing circles on the dark blond's back. They stayed like that for a good ten minutes until Harry had began breathing normally and leaned away from Peter.

"I would appreciate a shower…" He said, not even looking up at Peter.

"Yeah," Peter replied, helping Harry stand up and gain his balance. He began walking toward his bathroom, making sure that Harry wasn't too far behind and was able to keep up alright. He seemed to be hardly able to keep up, even with Peter taking strides that were more than half as short as his usual length. Peter opened the bathroom door, and went in and grabbed a fresh towel and set it on the counter. "There's shampoo and soap in the shower. Hot water usually doesn't last longer than five minutes… Sorry…" He smiled sheepishly. It wasn't going to be anything like Harry would have been used to. "I'll grab some clean clothes for you."

Harry was still outside the door of the bathroom, letting Peter walk past before entering himself. Peter took a few steps to his dresser and pulled out some athletic shorts and a t-shirt that he hadn't worn in awhile that were generally tighter fitting and should approximately fit Harry, being shorter and leaner.

When Peter got back to set down the clothes, Harry had only stepped into the bathroom and taken off the blazer. Harry was facing away from Peter, allow Peter to stare. His shirt had some blood on it that stood out like a rose in snow that pooled on the left cuff that seemed to be dragged from the elbow. Harry couldn't see the right side of his body, but he was fairly certain that it was going to look about the same. The back was covered with a bronze liquid - probably the source of the alcohol scent. It shocked him and caused him to look on with worry at Harry, who just started unbuttoning his shirt.

Harry became aware of Peter over his shoulder when he got to the fourth button and looked scared for a moment before Peter turned his head out the door, trying to respect Harry's privacy until he was ready.

"I don't suppose you want some of my boxers, do you?" Peter asked, laughing mildly before closing the door. Peter couldn't be sure, but he may have heard Harry scoff at the remark.

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