"Welcome back!" Gwen says, smiling widely as Harry stands in her doorway.

"It's good to be back." He says, fully entering. Gwen has frequently Skyped with him over the last few months, but nothing could have prepared her for how much he'd changed. The lack of drinking and drugs in Switzerland must have done him good. She pats the spot next to her, and her comes to sit with her. He hesitates, then wraps her into a big hug. "I missed you."

"I missed you too, but you're suffocating me." She says, giggling, and he lets go. He slings his arm around her lazily instead. "How was your trip?"

"Loooong." Harry draws it out for emphasis.

"I know, I was scared you we're going to just move there." She says as a joke, but there's some honesty there.

"I would never." He gasps.

"Meet anyone nice?"

"I went out a few times with the girl, Amelie, but it wasn't anything special." He smiles, and shakes his head. "Did you meet anyone nice here?" She just shakes her head. "C'mon Gwen, let's do something tonight."

"Like what?"

"Let's go have slumber party!" He says, a hint of mocking in his voice, and she roles her eyes. "Jesus Christ Gwen, I don't care what we do, let's just do something!" He stands up.

"Ugh, Harry." She groans as he pulls at her hand.

"C'mon Gwen, I'm back in the states, let's celebrate!" He bounces on his feet.

"Okay, just for you." She sighs, sitting up further. "Bring me my chair. I'm not going out, though." Harry roles her her chair. "We can go to your place."

"That's good enough for me." He shrugs, and places a hand on her back to help her transfer, but she obviously doesn't need it. "Wow, Gwen are you wearing a bra? Your boobs look amazing." Harry says, not thinking. Her jaw drops astonishingly fast, and she just shakes her head at him.

"Harry Osborn!" Gwen scolds him.

"Sorry! Sorry!" He says quickly. "I haven't been laid since I left for Switzerland, everything's become erotic."

"You're like 12."

"I know, I'm sorry." He chuckles. "But are you wearing a bra?"

...

"Come here Gwen." Harry says, laying on the floor, playing on is phone.

"No, you come here." She calls from the sofa. "I'm paralyzed, remember?"

"You're so whiny." He says, crawling to her. "Take a selfie with me."

"Why?" Gwen laughs.

"So my peeps on insta know I'm back and ready to party." Harry says, and it comes off as almost ironic.

"Okay, fine I'll do it your 'peeps'." Gwen says sarcastically, then smiles for the camera.

"That's a cute one." He says as he flips through filters.

"How many followers do you have?"

"22,000." He says casually.

"Wow."

It's a few hours later when they're drunk, well its mainly Gwen is drunk, that Harry's phone begins ringing. They're sitting on the couch playing what buzzfeed calls 'the ultimate Friends drinking game', and if there ws awinner to this game, it would be Gwen. His phone begins vibrating, and he stands from the couch. "Where- where are you going? Harry, don't leave."

"I'm just going to answer my phone." He chuckles. He get's to his phone, and see's Peter's name. He grabs it, and walks into his bedroom. "Peter Parker, long time, no talk."

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming back?"

"It didn't come up in any of our conversations. "Harry says sarcastically.

"Yeah, um- I'm sorry about that.. I've just been so busy."

"It's okay, I get it, school and all."

"I-I saw that picture of you and Gwen." Peter admits.

"Oh yeah, we're having a little slumber party tonight." Harry says.

"A slumber party?"

"Yes?"

"Oh, okay." Peter says, quietly.

"Is something the matter, Pete?"

"No, no. Everything's fine. We'll go out soon, yeah?"

"Yeah, of course Pete. This weekend sound good?"

"Sounds great." He can hear the relief in Peters voice. He hags up, and returns to Gwen in the living room. She still is sitting on the sofa, nursing a bottle of tequila.

"Will you kiss me?" She asks, softly.

"Gwen, you're drunk." He chuckles, sitting next to her.

"So?"

"So? So you don't actually want me to kiss you, you're just drunk."

"No, please Harry."

"Gwen, I can't kiss you, you're-" She cuts him off with a kiss. "Drunk." He finishes after they separate.

"See, I'm fine!" She demands.

"I can't- I-" Gwen kisses him again. He holds it, then pulls away from her. It takes her a minute to register that he isn't there anymore.

"I'm pretty." Gwen says, more to herself than to Harry. "I used to be pretty."

"Gwen, you still are pretty."

"Then why don't you want to kiss me?" She asks.

"Because you're Pete's girl."

"No, I'm not." She shakes her head.

"Yes you are." He laughs.

"I don't even know where he is right now." Gwen says, taking another drink from the bottle.

"He's at home, I just got off the phone with him."

"I used to be pretty." She says again.

"Gwen-"

"No, I used to be pretty. I don't get asked out anymore."

"You have to go out to get asked out."

"Let me whither in self pity." She moans, drinking again.

"Yeah, that's not what friends do." He smiles at her. "Besides, you have nothing to pity yourself for. You're beautiful Gwen."

"I don't feel beautiful." She pauses. "Ever."

"You're just drunk." He says standing. "Let's get you to bed."

"If you think I'm pretty then why won't you kiss me?"

"Because, like I said, you're Pete's girl." He picks her up gently.

"I'm not! I'm not!" She cries softly. "I don't like being lifted."

"I know you don't, I'm sorry." He kicks open his bedroom door, and places her on the right side of the bed. He stands there for a moment while Gwen lays crying. Harry's not very good at this stuff, so he just comes a little closer and brushes her hair with his fingers until she calms down. She's almost asleep when he feels a vibration in his pocket. He pulls out his cellphone to see a new text from Eric, his dealer. He opens the text to see 'Hey, heard you were back in town. Want me to swing by?'. He types up a yes reply, but doesn't send it. "Gwen, I'm going to go sleep in the living room," He starts, now regretting not furnishing either of the guest rooms, "Call me if you need me."

"Harry," She catches his hand, "Stay."

"Gwen.."

"Please, don't leave me alone. I'm so lonely- I'm going to be sick." She says suddenly. Harry rushes to grab a trashcan, barely making it back in time. He leaves to get her a water, and when he returns she's set the trashcan back on the floor, and is snuggled into the blanket.

"You okay, buddy?" He asks, softly.

"I'm okay." She groans slightly.

"I brought you a water."

"Thanks." She takes a sip.

"Do you need anything else?" She shakes her head. "Okay, I'm going to go put this in the bathroom. Mona will get it in the morning." He says referencing the puke and his maid. He goes to the bathroom, sets the trashcan down in the bathroom, and exits back into the bedroom. He pauses before reaching for the door.

"Will you stay?" She asks, voice cracking. He hesitates, and thinks about what he's doing.

"Yeah." He nods. He pauses again before getting into the bed. It's awkward, the two of them just laying there.

"Will you just like, hold me?" She asks.

"Yeah."

Again, thank you all so much to those who have stuck with me through this! I know this is very much fillerish, but I love Harry and needed him back:P