@fvturefirst decided to choose violence with this one.
“ i think i’m falling in love with you. “ ( for harry :-) )
oh ! how his heart does skip at beat in a strange, almost tormented way. love. it was a strange concept. love meant that you let someone into every deep crack and wound that covered your body. love meant letting the person know the traumatic things that racked your mind every day, and still being cared about unconditionally. it was strange how harry had been dancing around the fact that he was in love with her too, because after all, harry osborn was a boy dancing with demons already. who would want that? she still wants you ! she still cares about you ! he really had struck gold with this one, hadn’t he?
he thought to his mother, and how the woman would’ve been proud that he’d spent the time to knock down those strongly built walls and let someone in, and how she would probably love her too. an osborn family miracle, he supposed. one of them could make it right. “ you’re my favourite person, liz.”
liz allan, who had made space in her own closed off heart, for a boy who just simply cared. gently does a hand move to touch at the side of her face, before lips moved to press against hers. there’s that magic. the spark of knowing that god, you finally found someone who doesn’t care about the stupid things you go through. he never had that with mary jane. this was different. this was morning warmths tugging at the smallest corners of his mind. this was right.
harry huffed, lips curling into the fondest of smiles as he pulled away“ i’m silly, i panic over the smallest things, i don’t like people shouting, i’m.. the most ridiculously fucked up rich kid you’ll ever meet.— “ a pause lingered in the air for a moment “ i’m far from perfect. not like you deserve. you really sure you wanna keep that around?”
of course she does, silly. “ because, if you’ll have me around. i’ll be here for as long as you need me.”









