"You know you look really cute and small in my jacket." Harry smirks from the swivel chair by her desk.

"Well it is a trench coat so it's just naturally bigger, but you're also 6'1 so it's like I'm swimming in a sea of fabric." Rachael giggles, pulling the jacket around her tightly.

"Right I forget that you're short sometimes." Harry smiles at her.

"I like that you think I'm short...most people view 5'8 as really tall and I can't stand it..." Rachael sighs, curling up into the jacket and leaning back against the mountain of pillows on her bed.

"You're really insecure about that, huh?" Harry asks, sighing softly.

"Yeah...I guess...I think high schooler just don't want to except the fact that we're all short because...because we're just kids. And kids like to make fun of other kids to make themselves feel better...to feel big. Half the time they don't even realize it hurts...not even when you tell them to stop or knock it off. Everyone just thinks our problems are jokes..." Rachael says starting to ramble, spilling what's on her mind, like word vomit.

"This is about more than just the height difference isn't it?" Harry asks softly standing up and walking over to the bed, sitting beside her.

"Maybe..." Rachael sighs, curling up into Harry's jacket more, hoping she could disappear in the fabric.

"Well tell me the problem and I'll handle it. Even if I have to kill someone to do it." Harry says honestly. He'd do anything for her, he'd crawl through Hell for her. Anything she wanted or asked of him, he'd do it no mater what the cost.

"It's nothing, Har. I promise." Rachael sighs.

"I know it's not, but alright. I'm hopeful that you'll talk to me when you're ready." Harry sighs. "Now come here."

Rachael moved towards him as he laid down on her bed with his arms open to her. She rest in his arms, facing towards him. Harry smiled at her, enjoying the breathtaking view of the midday sun streaking in through her window, it hit her face making her glow like that of a goddess. Rachael had never felt like this in her life to feel the warm of his breath on her face, the tight grip of his arms around her waist, and the heavy material of his jacket wrapped around her, she felt safe.

Harry had never been happier. Right here, right now, he was holding his world in his arms. He would trade everything for her, his life, his future, his past. She was the first person to ever see him as Harry, just Harry. Not Norman Osborn's son, not as Harry Osborn, but as just Harry the stupid rebellious football player from Manhattan.

"We are quite the pair you know." Rachael says softly.

"How so?" Harry asks

"Well I'm cute, small, but tall, preppy, colorful, and perky. And you're like this tall, dark, handsome, slightly goth, smirky, leather wearing, knight in shining armor. It's like I'm a ray of sunshine and you're the dark side of the moon." Rachael says. "It's a pairing I feel like you just wouldn't expect."

"I'd expect it. A broken preppy rich girl dating an equally broken rebel rich boy, seems like the perfect pair to me. Kinda like Bonnie and Clyde." Harry says.

"Harry, Bonnie and Clyde murdered people..." Rachael says scrunching her noise up.

"Well minus the murder I guess." Harry sighs. "I was just trying to make my point of us being crazy in love."

"Well we are crazy and in love, so I guess you're right." Rachael smiles.

"You guess I'm right?" Harry scoffs, fake offended. "I guess I'll just have to prove how right I am to you."

"Oh yeah?" Rachael giggles, before he kisses her lightly.

"Am I right yet?" Harry smirks.

"Mmh...not quite..." Rachael smiled as he kisses her again. And again. And again.

Harry pulled away smiling at her. "How about now?"

"Okay, okay. You're right." Rachael says scrunching her nose up at him playfully.

"I love you." Harry smiles, kissing her nose gently.

"I love you too." Rachael smiles in return, letting him pull her closer. She rested her head on his chest, the smell of his earthy and familiar cologne wafting through the air giving her a feeling of comfort.

They lay like this for a few hours just enjoying each other's presence and comfort. It was one of the few times they had a bit of calm before a storm. One of the few times they had each other and only each other to worry about. It was one of the few times they could just be kids in love. And that's all they were scared lost little kids in love.