[A/N]: 3 reviews? Thank you guys so much! Wait, that was when chapter 7 was posted... Future me, how many do we have now?

Future me: 7 :D

For whatever reason, Harry called me earlier telling me to hurry over to his mansion. It was apparently very important.

Like he said to, I rushed over to his house, and I may or may not have tripped a few times on my brother's skateboard. Yeah, I used Peter's skateboard

Harry waited for me by the door. Oddly, he was wearing a hoodie, and he only wears hoodies in public, right? I think I'm right.

I handed the skateboard to the guard, and he put it beside him. At least he's not dense like me.

I ran over to Harry, who grabbed my arm and dragged me inside.

We went to, what I assume is his meeting room, and once again, it was fancy. It had a long table, with at least ten chairs surrounding it.

He took a seat at the end of the table, and I wanted to sit beside him, but he pointed for me to go to the end seat of the table.

"So, , why have you called me here?" I asked with a British accent. He facepalmed.

"I need your help with something..." Harry sighed. He flopped the hood part of his jacket back.

Without the darkness of the hoodie, he looked awful. His eyes were bloodshot, he had dark red bags under his eyes, and there was some weird thing on his neck.

"Be honest. How bad do I look?" he asked as a maid came in with a platter of drinks. She gave one to both him and me. It was wine, which I've never had, but I don't think I want to try it ever again. I'll stick to soda thank you very much.

"You look... Amazing. As always." I replied. I tried to have a straight face, and really, I wasn't lying. I was talking about on the inside.

I took a sip of the wine, and spit it back in the cup. I slid it away from me.

"You're lying..." he said with sad eyes.

"No I'm not! You still have your personality, and that makes you handsome." I wanted to reach over and touch his cheek, but alas, he was too far away.

"That's bullshit, and always has been." he turned away.

"Okay fine, you look awful. Is that what you want me to say? Harry, what happened to you? Did someone beat you up? If so, I can find them. And if I do, I will un-alive them." I clenched my fists.

"No, but you won't like my answer."

"Whatever it is, I'll be fine. Just tell me. If we're going steady, we need to have a no lie relationship."

"Mm-hmm." he turned back to me.

"Just tell me already!" I slammed my fists on the glass.

He sighed and shifted his eyes away from me.

"I'm dying. Of the disease that killed my father..."

"Hypodysplasia or something like that, right?" I tried to be calm, but how can I when my boyfriend, okay we might not be at that point yet, is dying? I couldn't. I felt tears rolling down my cheeks.

"I think so, but that's not the point. I need you to-"

"For the love of God, Harry, please tell me you're joking!" I managed to yell through the sobbing.

"I wish this was a joke, but it's not, and only you can help me stop the disease."

I perked up, and my crying stopped. "I'll do anything! Well, maybe not anything..."

"Heh, of course." he said under his breath. "I need you to ask Peter about something, and since you're his sister, he can't refuse."

"Is it that bad?" I asked right after he finished his sentence.

"Eh, maybe. I need you to ask him if he can ask Spider-Man to visit me."

"That's a lot of asking."

"I suppose so."

"So, what is Spider-Man going to be doing? How is he going to save you?"

"That's not important, really. Don't worry about it."

I thought of what might happen. What I came up with is probably nsfw. I guess Harry really does like Peter, heh.

"Does this involve se-"

"No, no, no, and no. That's not how I'm going to get what I need." Harry stared at me wide-eyed.

"Well, what do you need? I know Spider-Man. Just because Peter takes pictures of him, doesn't mean I don't know him."

"How do you know him then?" Harry crossed his arms.

"I was saved by him multiple times." that was true. I have been saved by my brother multiple times. Mainly from getting run over. Cars hate me. I'm also, pretty blind without glasses, contacts do not work for me at all.

"'Kay. So, do you really want to know what I need?"

"Human sacrifice? A lock of his hair? A ring? His suit? C-"

"Stop saying that! I told you already, I'm heterosexual!"

"I was going to to say cake, but Harry, there's no shame in being bi-"

"His blood! I need his blood..." he shouted.

I gasped, and shifted my eyes away from him and back. "Harry... That blood is dangerous... What could you possibly want with it?"

"Spider-Man, he can heal fast, right?"

Once again, true. Peter comes in all the time with scars and bruises, and the next day they're gone.

"I guess so." I replied.

"Well, then my hope is that maybe the blood will cure me." he smiled. At least that smile wasn't touched by the disease. Along with his eyes, the irises at least. Those blue eyes are like sapphires.

"I... I don't know if I can do this... You saw what happened to Connors, didn't you?"

"That was mixed with lizard blood, and besides, if you really love me, you'll do this for me. Just ask Spider-Man if he'll visit me." Harry pleaded.

"How am I supposed to contact him without doing a crime?" I sighed in defeat. I can't just let him die, not like that...

"So you do love me?"

"Of course I do..."

"Just, walk in front of a truck or something." Harry finally relaxed knowing that I would get the blood for him.

"Eh? O-kay... Sure." I got up from my chair and walked out. He followed close behind.

"Thanks." he kissed me on the cheek. I thought I would surely tumble over the stair rail, but I managed to keep consciousness.

We walked outside, and there were no clouds out, just the sun. This would've been a better day to go to the beach.

As I walked down the streets of Queens, I noticed someone get in front of a pickup truck. It looked like a girl. She just stood there in the road, and the truck was still coming.

She might have been trying to kill herself, but I didn't care. I'm not about to watch someone die by such a brutal way like getting run over.

I ran up to her and pulled her away from the road.

Once we got to the streets, she smacked me.

"What the hell were you doing in the road?" I asked angrily. The

The truck passed by before she gave me an answer.

"I was trying to contact Spider-Man..." I can't believe I didn't realize it was Kim at first. How did she not notice me?

"Doesn't he hang around tall building rooftops? Why would you step in front of a truck to do that?"

"'Cause a certain hottie told me to." she said as she removed my hood.

"Did you just call me-"

"Shut up, my darling hero." she kissed me passionately, and I returned the passion.

"So?" she blushed.

"Not bad." I replied.

"Like you know. You've only kissed me and some models."

I didn't reply.

After a minute or two of silence Kim finally spoke.

"I need to get home. Peter's probably getting worried about me. See ya tomorrow!" Kim skipped away. I didn't think grown women skipped.

I left as well.

I guess she was right to count on more kisses.

[A/N]: Not as good as chapter 8, but still pretty good. I'm proud of this chapter.

Also, I was wondering, if anyone could beta read this for me(beta read, is that the right word? Eh, you know what I mean)? I've noticed that I'm missing sall things, and then when I do correct it, sometimes my phone/laptop bugs out, they also have a problem with saying and idkwhy, and says I didn't edit it at all, when I now I did 'cause parts of the edits are there. I'd really appreciate it!