Request by chainsforme (Wattpad)

Hi sorry I haven't updated in a few days, my bad

Idk I waste a lot of time doing literally nothing especially now that its summer break

Also its kinda weird to think that this book has been going for over a year wait-

Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel.

3rd Person P.O.V.

Harley sucked in a breath, hiding his face in his locker. Peter walked right past him, chatting with Ned and MJ. As soon as he was out of sight, Harley let out a sigh. He wanted to talk to Peter so badly... but he just couldn't do it. Peter wasn't mean or anything, he just made Harley so flustered he could barely speak.

And nobody wants to embarrass themselves in front of their crush. Especially not someone as perfect as Peter. Harley would just have to stay and watch from the sidelines, it looked like.

He grabbed his English textbook, closing the door of his locker with a soft huff. Time for class. Harley hated English. To make matters worse, Peter was in his class. It seemed that English was neither of their strong suits.

He walked into class as the bell rang, taking his seat towards the back. The seating was alphabetical, which meant that Harley sat somewhat close to Peter. Not close enough to make the typical silence between them weird, however.

Class went by as usual, Harley zoned out while the teacher rambled on about mockingbirds and how to kill them or whatever. Harley didn't know. He didn't care.

When the bell rang, Harley was quick to jump to his feet and leave the classroom. God, he hated English class. He was stopped by a gentle tap on his shoulder, turning around to see none other than his crush. Great.

"Hey, Harley, right?" Peter asked, his smile practically melting the blond's brain. He somehow managed to nod in confirmation. "I'm Peter." The brunette offered a hand, for Harley to shake. Poor Harley was completely frozen in place, staring at Peter with wide eyes.

"Umm..." Peter glanced to the side, pulling his hand back. "Ok... well, I was wondering if you would maybe like to be my partner for the English project?" Harley just stood there, a faint red hue dappling his cheeks. Peter frowned, waving a hand in front of his face. "Hello?"

"O-oh um..." Harley bit at the inside of his lip, struggling to form a coherent sentence. "Ye- yes?" Peter grinned, grabbing Harley's arm and writing something on it.

"Thanks, text me later so we can start working on it!" And with that, Peter was gone. Harley blinked in surprise, dumbfounded that his crush had just approached him. Glancing down at his arm, Harley saw seven digits scrawled onto his skin.

Peter's number.

The blond let out a shaky chuckle, smiling nervously down at his arm. He had Peter's number now... oh, he was going to make such a fool of himself! Maybe he already had... he probably looked like an idiot just then, staring dumbly while Peter tried to talk to him.

Harley sighed, walking back to his locker to throw his textbook back in. He didn't have any more classes, so he went home.

"Would it be weird if I texted him now?" Harley wondered out loud, pacing back and forth in his room. "Would he want to come over to work on the project? What even is the project!? Ohhh... I should've paid attention, fuck..." Harley put his head in his hands, groaning. He wasn't quite sure of what he should do.

"He said to text him later... but when is that?" He frowned. "Is later now? Or is it too soon?" He bit his lip, grabbing his phone and adding Peter's contact. He took a deep breath. "I could just tell him I was excited about the project or something..." He typed out a message, finger hovering over the send button.

"Alright Harley, don't fuck this up." He pressed send, exhaling softly. Now he just had to wait for Peter to answer.

Harley laid down, closing his eyes. He wasn't sleeping, though. Every time his phone would ding, Harley grabbed it and searched through notifications, looking for something back from Peter.

Finally, nearly an hour and a half later, he had a response.

Harley: hi, it's Harley from english

Peter: hi! sorry it took so long for me to respond I was busy

Quickly, Harley typed out a response. After it sent, he cringed, realizing he had replied immediately. Fuck, did he seem desperate?

Harley: it's ok

Harley: so, the project?

Luckily for Harley, Peter texted him back immediately as well. Ok, maybe he didn't seem so desperate. Well, at least he hoped he didn't.

Peter: which part do you want to do? I don't really care either way

Fuck. Harley definitely didn't know anything about the project.

Harley: idc either, you can pick :)

Harley groaned, face palming. A smiley face? Really?

Peter: would you rather do both parts together? we could go to the library and work on it if you want :)

Wait, Peter used the same smiley. Maybe it wasn't as stupid as he thought?

Harley: or you could come to my house, nobody else is home if you want to come over now

Nope, he definitely sounds desperate. No way Peter would-

Peter: send me the address and I'll be right over

Harley texted his address, completely shocked that Peter had agreed so easily. He sat there for a moment, in thought.

"Oh fuck! I gotta clean up!" Harley jumped to his feet, quickly tidying up his room. He sprayed some cleaner around, hoping everything smelled good. Everything had to be perfect.

Harley quickly brushed his teeth, throwing random items into the closet as he did so. He wiped up a puddle of water on the bathroom counter, put away his little sister's book that was in there for some reason, and plugged in a little wax melt scent. He combed his hair, and was about to change his clothes when he stopped himself.

It looked like Harley was getting ready for a date. Peter would be so weirded out... he shouldn't change clothes. He should get out his English stuff so it looked like he cared about the project.

The doorbell rang, and Harley let Peter in. The blond was incredibly nervous, grinning awkwardly at the shorter boy.

"Hi! Thanks for inviting me over!" Peter greeted, smiling up at Harley. "Where are we doing the project?"

"Oh!" Harley went upstairs, Peter following. They went into his room, Harley standing awkwardly while Peter went to sit on the bed. "Why did you want to be partners?" Harley blurted out, surprising both of them.

"Oh, well..." Peter glanced down at his lap, biting his lip. He looked back up at Harley, blushing faintly. "I've seen you around school, but we've never really talked, I guess, so..." Peter shrugged. "Plus... you're kinda cute," he added, smirking shyly.

"You're cuter," Harley replied quickly, face flushed red. Peter grinned, standing up to approach Harley.

"Is this okay?" He questioned, putting his hands up on Harley's shoulders. The blond turned impossibly redder, nodding. "Can I kiss you?" Harley practically died on the spot. He didn't answer, instead, tilting his head down closer to Peter, letting the brunette close the gap between them.

Harley didn't know what to think. Peter, his crush, was in his room, kissing him. And he was pretty sure this was real, too. It had to be real, because they had knocked noses awkwardly first, before settling into a sweet kiss. It didn't last very long, but it was definitely a kiss, and they were both blushing by the time they pulled away.

"Woah..." Harley murmured. Peter giggled, leaning against the blond's chest.

"My thoughts exactly!" Harley felt unsure of what to do. What now? "Y'know... I think the project can wait, if you want to just... cuddle? For a little bit?" Peter suggested.

"Yeah... just let me close the door." Harley shut the door, climbing into bed with Peter and hesitantly wrapping his arms around the smaller boy. Peter hummed contently, snuggling into Harley with a soft sigh. They both let their eyes drift shut, falling asleep like that.

And the English project? Well... they could always do it tomorrow.

Idk when it became 2 am but I'm kinda tired