Hands down
I’m too proud for love }
But with eyes shut,
It’s you I’m thinking of.

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Hands down
I’m too proud for love }
But with eyes shut,
It’s you I’m thinking of.
felicia supposed that she should have seen this coming. they’d been close for the long run and were literally physically close right now, in his apartment. she’d always gotten more privileges to see parts of him that no one else had seen; a kinder, gentler harry. and she noticed, always noticed. her blue eyes flashed up to his, easily reacting as she surged up consent the kiss, she grabbing a bit at his collar.
he never thought he’d be in this position with her but he was glad that he did it in the first place. there was no point in hiding his feelings for her. it was constant wandering looks and constant debating in harry’s head. at least now he had done it. he leaned into her completely once she tugged at his collar but quickly pulled away. “--sorry.. i didn’t mean to.. do that.” he whispered, nervously tugging at his hair.
her fingers lifted a stray blonde piece of hair, felicia absentmindedly twirling one around her finger. “ no, no, i think it’s quite the rare occurrence, ” she jabbed at him playfully, though she was lying. it didn’t take much to see how she was treated DIFFERENTLY – she wasn’t blind to the details of it all. felicia licked her tongue, feet underneath her legs. “ well, i figured you out pretty fast. guess it would take one of those kinds AKA moi, yours truly. ”
“--yeah you did.” he whispered, swallowing as he looked at her. would he regret this?? he was almost sure he would but he didn’t care. it had been months and months of them knowing each other, weeks of him liking her. “felicia..” harry spoke in his usual quiet and low tone, waiting until she looked at him so he could lean forward to kiss her. it was obvious he was hesitant, but he couldn’t take it back now.
Peter wanted to deny what Harry said. He wanted to tell him just how much he meant it when he said he was sorry. He wanted to tell Harry everything, everything, that he had thought about over the past two years. He wanted to sit down and explain to Harry that he didn’t, that couldn’t blame him for what he had done, because it had been no one’s fault but his own. But he didn’t say these things that he wanted to say, because this wasn’t about what he wanted. In fact, this wasn’t about him at all; this was about Harry. So Peter waited, and listened as Harry spoke, and when his former best friend threw himself at him in a hug, Peter hugged him back tightly, blinking back the tears that were welling up in his eyes. This was hard. “Harry I…Listen, we’re going to find a way alright? I..will do whatever I can…whatever I have to” He said, having to fight to keep himself from choking up. From now on, there would be no more secrets that Peter would keep from him; the way it should have been from the very beginning.
at the end of the day, this was his best friend. this was the friend who he grew up with, the friend whom he helped through his parents leaving and he was there for him during norman’s death. harry contributed to peter’s girlfriends death and even though he would never admit to playing a role in it, he was deeply wounded by it. “don’t worry about it.” he whispered against his friend’s shoulder, pulling away and immediately smoothing out his jacket. “just worry about yourself.. please.”
Jaw dropping when he registered who it was that was speaking to him, Peter felt a knot wind itself up into his stomach. He could not believe that when he was seeing Harry for the first time in two years, he had actually glared at him with annoyance because of his own stupid petty problems.”No Harry Wait I’m sorry” Peter said, scrambling out of his chair and up to his feet. “I’m..so sorry Harry” He repeated, although this time there was a lot more meaning behind it then apologizing for being rude. This apology was for everything; and it didn’t seem like it was nearly enough.
he was still glaring as peter apologised to him, obviously not amused. but it always took a lot to please harry osborn and it probably would always be that way. “you’re just saying that for the sake of saying it.” everything harry done was out of complete desperation, with a slight hint of anger. harry did what he had to do and even though he was almost positive that he was still slowly but surely dying, he couldn’t hold a grudge. “i’ve not gotten any better, y‘’know. i just have money to cover up all the green.” he muttered to himself, taking one glance back up at peter before tackling him for a hug.
it was always easy around him, she noticed. rather than tensing up when harry entered the room when she was with normal, felicia tended to relax and loosen up a bit. her lips curled up at his comment, pushing her hair away from her face and tucking it behind her ear. “ who are you and what have you done with harry osborn?? ” she asked teasingly.
letting out a small laugh at her teasing comment, the grin remained as he glanced back at her. “i’ve always been here.” she was the only person who saw this sweet side to him. norman didn’t see it, peter didn’t, nor did gwen or mj. harry was always a pretentious asshole but not around felicia. “takes the right person to bring out the nice comments, huh??”
a light laugh left her lips as he mocked her words, felicia sinking more comfortably into the couch and shaking her head at him. the blonde hardly even recognized the shift in subject until after he spoke. blue eyes looked up at him, she nodding once. “ hey, i got it. you don’t have to repeat yourself – professionalism is out the door, ” she continued, hardly realizing the double meaning in her latter phrase. again, her eyes flickered up to his as he talked, a sort of fondness for him filling them. “ well, be sure to tell me how to dress before you do. wouldn’t want to be the odd one out. ”
he didn’t know what it was about felicia, they were never anything more than friends, than a boss and an assistant--but she was incredibly endearing which said something for harry to think that. “i’ll tell you.. you’ll look great anyway.” though as he said the little compliment, his eyes were focused on the window, obviously not wanting to see her reaction to the words.
do u wanna do the frick frack with one felicia hardy?
“…yes.”
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her blue eyes rolled, but it was hardly in negativity considering the smile growing on her face. “ keep calling her blondie and she’ll have to go back to go back to calling you mr. osborn, ” she quipped, recalling back to her first few weeks of working for harry’s father. felicia had been hell of a nervous assistant then – the osborns were BIG, after all. “ chinese food is the way to a girl raised by one parent heart!! ” she informed him. “ only you would pass out while drinking, harry. ”
“mr osborn, ooh.” he mocked, laughing quietly. the only person he was himself around, was felicia and it had been like that for a while now. even more so after his father’s death. “no, please don’t. you’re the only person i hate addressing me like that.” any other person was fine--peter, mj, flash, even peter’s aunt may. but felicia?? no. “i promise i’ll bring you out for something nice that... a girl raised by one parent wouldn’t have gotten.” he mumbled, shrugging. “i’d say i was in the same boat but dad was never around whenever i was younger. i ate by myself.”
Headphones on, and blaring in his ear, Peter sat alone at a table in a small cafe drinking his fourth cup of coffee, just trying to block out the entire world. He had kissed Mary-Jane, and now, he had no idea what he should do about it. He knew what his heart wanted, but could he give in and let himself have it? It was a lot to think about, which was why his headphones were acting as a way to tune out the world so that he could try and figure it out. That was, until someone decided to pull him out of his own head by tapping him on the shoulder. Taking his headphones from his ears, he glared at the person for a second for interrupting him while he was thinking about something so important, before he sighed, knowing that they didn’t know what was going on in his head, and his expression softened. “I uh…sorry. I was..you know..in my head…What…um…what do you…what is it?” He asked
his brows furrowed immediately at peter’s reaction to harry’s tap and he only shook his head. “no, it doesn’t matter, parker.” he mumbled. harry was still pissed at peter, he was only going to make small conversation to try to start their friendship up again but he was over it quickly.
A guide on how to be passive-aggressive: By Harry Osborn