TW: age gap

Finally my hands found the key that Harry had put on my shelf this morning. I opened the door of the huge building in the centre of New York City and tried to hide my sobs.

Only in the living room was the light on, so I put my coat and heels on the floor. Slowly I went to the stairs to go to the bathroom, when I heard a noise coming out of the living room. Someone spoke.

My feet brought me to the big wooden door and I dared to take a look inside.
There wasn't Harry like I suspected. There stood his father and discussed something with someone on the phone. He hadn't noticed me yet and walked around the sofa like he was nervous about something.

I didn't want him to notice me either but something at this scene calmed me. I pushed it to the cozy atmosphere and the beautiful memories in this room where I shared wonderful times with Harry. Wiping my tears away, I searched for my phone inside my purse.

Standing alone in the kitchen, I waited for the teawater to boil. Harry said that he wouldn't be home before midnight, because his best friend Peter and he had one of their boys nights. I didn't know what to say, so I simply told him that it was okay and that I hoped he had fun. I mean I couldn't just cry my heart out on the phone and demand him to come and comfort me, could I?

Suddenly I felt the hair on the back of my neck rise uncomfortably as if someone was watching me. I turned around and saw Mr. Osborn, casually leaning on the door frame. In shock I didn't dare to make a move, I was just stuttering and couldn't quite build a full sentence.

"Hey, your Y/n, right? My son's girlfriend?", he spoke calmly.

"Ye... Yes, I am"

"Well, then what are you doing here? As I see it, Harry's not here. Or is this a surprise for him? Because if it is, I have to disappoint you sweetheart, he is not home until tomorrow morning."

"Yeah right I know this. I was planning on going home later, I still have a few things to get from his room. Uhhm- do you want a tea too?" Oh great. Now he would think I was awkward and didn't have any confidence. But he looked like the type of guy that would show me the many reasons for confidence without me having to ask. Wha-?! Where'd that came from? Holy shit. He was the father of my boyfriend! 

"Yes I would love some" Okay mister, that really didn't help with my current situation. Nonetheless I silently pulled out another cup from the cupboard above my head.

After a few minutes in heavy silence the water boiled enough, so I made sure to distract myself with the art of tea brewing. Handing him the cup mindlessly, I didn't notice the violent shaking of his hands which made it almost impossible for him to hold the tea.

I only realised my mistake when I heard the shaddering and splashing on the marple floor. Quickly grabbing a towel, I turned around and kneeled on the floor.

Before I could even begin to whipe away the mess it created I was sweeped up at my feet again and stared into a pair of hazel eyes.

"Don't, it's dangerous with all the splinters."

I was mesmerized by all the emotions that were visible in his eyes. Overshadowing it all was one in paricular. Pain. Pain and guilt. I didn't know why but I felt pity for this man that accomplished so much in his life yet was miserable and alone.

It was probably that very thought from which my action was empowered. I put my hands around his neck, pulling him closer and connecting our lips.

The kiss alone, only lasted a few seconds but the time that went by when we locked eyes afterwards, was countless. Until we heard a key in the door.

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This is so embarrassing, I wrote this like 9 months ago and I'm not proud of it, even tho I corrected it a bit. Yeah and I have a thing for crazy, brainwashed villains, don't ask

Btw it's school for me again so there won't be much time to write, please excuse that.
Anyway, have a great day

Love you💜

edit: this shit is my cursed guilty pleasure ngl