A/N: This fic is based off of the Keaton Henson song, "Here's to Your Health," which is so perfect for Harry's relationship with his dad that it's like it was written for them. Seriously. Go check it out. For best results, listen to it while you read this. The title and the first line are property of Keaton Henson.
Make Mine a Pain in the Neck
Here's to you, you old wreck.
So you love me now. So you want me home now, is that right? Are you telling me that I can leave school? A little late, don't you think? After I've graduated, after I've learned to do without a father. And I think I do pretty damn well.
You're disappointed in me, huh? Why is that? I'm just like you now. You were right. I felt it coming—I had always felt it coming—scratching up from inside me like a nightmare until I gave in. And I did give in. I'm just like you. Are you happy now? Tell me you're proud.
God, you're so pretentious to think I ever wanted to be like you.
Why are you still disappointed? Don't you dare shake your head at me, you stupid bastard! Fuck you! I didn't choose this!
You made me this way!
You made me this way.
I'll smash every mirror, every window, everywhere I see your face. What do you think about that, huh dad? How do you like me now? Stay out of my reflection!
God, what I'd do for a drink. God, what I'd do for ten.
Are you happy now? Are you proud? You won. You finally won, and this prison is yours.
What have I done?
Gwen…
Oh god, what have I done?
A/N: It's Christmas Eve, and what am I doing? Writing Harry Osborn angst. _
Anyway, this takes place at the end of The Amazing Spiderman 2, where Harry is in a cell in Ravenhurst. Alone with his thoughts, delusions, and a smashed-up metallic mirror. Harry is very angry, yes, but I also think he's very sad. Anger and sadness are surprisingly similar emotions and Harry has a lot of both.