Five Minutes Later

Peter enters his apartment, and puts his keys down on the coffee table.

"Damn it. What the hell do I do now?" He asks himself, while he lifts his hands to rub his face. "I just inadvertently did something totally wrong to Harry. What the fuck do I do now?" He asks, hoping someone or something would answer him. "I'm totally losing Harry's trust after this. He'll think I hooked up with his 'boyfriend' which is far from the truth. What would dad or Uncle Ben say or do?" He asks, hyperventilating over what happened at Flash's house.

"I know. I'll ask Max to look into Flash!" He exclaims to himself. "He likes to sleuth, just like Denise Hemphill." Just as he finishes his statement, Peter's phone ring. It's Harry.

"Ok. Peter, calm down." He tells himself before he answers the call.

"Hey, Harry." Peter greets.

"Hey, Pete." Harry says in a sad tone.

"How's everything going?" Peter asks Harry carefully.

"Could you come over? Flash broke up with me. "Harry tells him, with his voice cracking.

'Fucking prick couldn't do one simple thing.' Peter thinks to himself before he says, "I'm so sorry about that, Harry."

"Could you please come over?" He asks Peter again. "I really don't want to be alone."

"Sure. Death by wine, here we come. I'll swing by and be there in about 10 minutes." Peter tells him.

"Thanks, buddy. See you soon." Harry tells him before disconnecting the call so that he can dry off and put some clothes on.

PETER: 'Max, please look into Flash for me. I met him under the worst circumstances. I have a funny feeling about this guy.'

MaX: 'Sure thing Pete.'

PETER: 'I'll go into more details later, but right now, I have to go. Thanks Max.'

MaX: 'No prob.'

"Thank you, Max." Peter sighs. "Now, I'm off to comfort Harry."

About Ten Minutes Later

"Hey, Harry." Peter greets his friend.

"Hi, Pete." Harry says, greeting him with a hug.

"So, what do you want to do?" Pete asks him while he's hugging Harry.

"I don't care." Harry responds, pulling away from Peter to close the door.

"How about we eat?" Peter suggests. "I'm dying to eat some of your cooking. It's been a while since I've eaten your cooking."

"Let's eat then." Harry chuckles, while grabbing Peter's hand. "What are you on the mood for?" He asks while tangling their fingers together and putting his head on Peter's shoulder, waking to the kitchen.

"Hmm... I could definitely go for the tacos and the cake." Peter responds.

"Then tacos and cake it is. What kind of wine shall we have with our food?"

"Red. It'll go best with the cake anyway."

"And here I was thinking that you chose red because your signature Spider-Man colors are red and blue." Teases Harry.

Peter laughs while he retrieves wine glasses from the cupboard and the tacos from the fridge.

"As for the cake, I hope I made justice by it as I did use her recipe." He tells Peter while grabbing the entire cake, two forks and the wine.

"If you followed all the steps, then it definitely should be fantastic." Peter tells him, and Harry smiles.

"Everything she makes is fantastic. I swear Pete, she's sent from up above because she really is the best."

"She is. We're lucky she's in our life." Peter remarks. "Anyway, what are we going to watch?" He asks Harry.

"Let's just sit and eat, before we move to the couch."

"Alrighty." Peter responds.

Both men eat their tacos talking about the current season of Grey's Anatomy and their theories on what will happen on the next season of Scandal. After they've eaten their tacos, they decide to throw the wrappers away, they move into Harry's living room with the cake and wine. As Peter was opening the bottle of wine, Harry turned to the TV and the DVD player, trying to pick which movie they were going to watch.

"Peter what do you want to watch?" He asks Peter while he turns on the TV and the DVD player.

"Revenge of the Bridesmaids?"

"Revenge of the Bridesmaids coming up." Harry says while putting the disc into the player.

"Awesome. I can't wait to see that gold digging bitch Caitlyn McNabb!" Peter says as he sounds like a little boy.

"I know, Peter. You're lucky I have this movie." Harry teases Peter.

"Of course I am! I'm truly lucky to have you around so that you can buy the best TV movies on DVD. Besides, she did her what was coming to her because she truly was-"

"A gold digging bitch?" Harry finishes, taking the words right out of Peter's mouth.

"That's right." Peter nods. "Those girls did some super sleuthing that would've put Denise Hemphill to shame."

"I love that sleuthing bitch! Especially when she accuses Zayday for being a murderer? Priceless!" Harry laughs.

About 40 Minutes Through The Movie

Peter pauses the movie and moves the untouched cake to the coffee table because Harry is crying.

"Harry, what's wrong buddy?" Peter asks him while turning to face him.

"I'm sorry about ruining our-"

Peter cuts him off. "It's okay Harry. Now what's the problem?"

"It just that..." Harry sighs, and breaks down in tears.

"Just what Harry?" Peter asks while moving to pull Harry into a side hug.

"I hate the fact that I never have anyone to come home to at the end of the work day! I hate that I come home to an empty, quiet house everyday. Most of all, I hate how everyone I date just dates me because I'm Harry Osborn, CEO of Oscorp. No one ever finds me as wonderful or caring, and it's a horrible feeling!" Harry sobs burying his head in Peter's chest.

"Harry." Peter starts, lifting Harry's head up. "You know that's not true. Somewhere out there, you'll find some who wants to be with you." Unaware that he has been holding Harry's hand throughout Harry's confession.

"You're just saying that." Harry replies miserably, wiping his tears away with left arm.

"I'm being serious, Harry. One day you're gonna find a guy who sees how wonderful and caring you are." Peter tells him, still unaware of the fact that he has been holding Harry's hand, fingers tangled together.

"Really?" He asks Peter with a distant glimmer of hope in his eyes.

"Yup. And he'll be the world's luckiest husband ever."

"Well, I can say the same about you, right?" Harry asks Peter with his head buried in the crook of Peter's neck, with the tears slowing down.

"Nope. I'm a bachelor for life. You and I are total opposites. You're the better catch out of the two of us."

"I'm sick of being under appreciated." Harry tells Peter.

"You'll find someone who appreciates you for being yourself. Anyone who breaks up with you over a text isn't worth your time." Peter says with a serious look on his face.

"You think I don't know that?" Harry asks with a small on his face. "I didn't even text him back."

Peter chuckles. "Well, at least you now know that Flash is a dirty dog. Flash is-"

"Let's not talk about Flash right now."

"I know but-" Peter starts again.

"I'd rather not-" Harry cuts him off.

"Let me finish." Peter says in a soft gentle voice, placing a finger over Harry's mouth.

"Ok, Pete." Harry relents with a smile creeping on his face.

"I know you don't want to talk about Flash right now, but anyone who is as stupid as him has the time to break up with you, are the worst people on earth. If they knew you like how I know you, they would adore you in a heartbeat. You are someone's happy ever after." He tells Harry while untangling their hands to cup Harry's cheeks.

"Thanks, Pete. I'm really lucky to have a friend like you." He tells him with a smile on his face.

"Now, let's tackle the rest of that movie and the cake."

"You know it. The night is still young and we still got tons of food to eat." He says before kissing Peter on both cheeks.

"Just remember, no matter what happens, no matter where life takes us, just remember that I love you." Peter says. "Food, here we come!"

"I love you too, Petey." Harry responds and his stomach starts fluttering once those words come out of his mouth. He's never had that feeling before and it starts confusing him. 'I've never said those words to Peter at all. What just happened?' Harry wonders.

"How about we do something fun after the movie?" Peter asks.

"Uh..."

Meanwhile

"Oh, No. What?" Max says to himself.