TASM Harry Osborn x reader

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"Harry?" You asked him gently
"Yeah?" He hummed, one hand around your waist, honestly you'd been scared to go to this party after the last one, but you'd figured it'd be fine this time, but god were you wrong, "there's so many people here," you fiddled with the top of your dress, you looked around at the abundance of elegant, rich looking people, Stark had sent Harry an invitation to some party at stark tower, and there was well over one hundred people there, god probably over two hundred, he smiled at you, arm still around your waist he walked you over to the window, the lights of New York shone against your floor length emerald dress, "oscorps bigger" he smiled at you, "That's my office there" he pointed to one of the millions of windows, "you're such a child" you laughed,
"It's been what, nine months now? I have to show you my office" he walked you over towards the lounge, "Nearly twenty one, I can legally buy us drinks then," he snatched two glasses off of a tray, "Jesus Harry," you smiled shaking your head and he offered you a glass, "I might have to take us out to a nice dinner," he pulled you into him, kissing your forehead, at least the party's finishing soon, otherwise you'd probably just pack your shit up and leave, tony made you feel awkward and honestly you didnt want to tell Harry, because he'd go out of his way to not attend starks meeting or cut business ties with him completely, and you didn't want that, "Be right back love" he kissed your forehead, "try make some friends maybe?" He smiled, walking away, you gripped the champagne class tightly in your hand, gulping down the entire glass in one go, "Impressive" a black haired man laughed, "thanks" you smiled at him, you chatted back and forth, you found out his name was Johnson, that he owned the company that built both stark tower and oscorp, he was friendly, he looked sort of what you'd imagine a mafia boss in those fan fiction stories to look like, except he didn't seem like he'd kidnap you and force you to marry him, a genuine, nice person in a room full of snarky and fake billionaires, apart from Harry ofcourse, it only felt like ten minuets you'd sat on the lounge slowly sipping on whiskey with Johnson, but finally Harry came over to you, his strong hand resting on your shoulder, "Hello Mister Osborn" you smiled up at him,
"Hello dear" he took your hand, helping you up, "John?" He laughed a bit, you were glad you weren't the only one who found him friendly, "Harry! It's so good to see you, I met your wife, you're a very lucky man Osborn" he shot a genuine grin to you and Harry, wife? Where the fuck did he get that from? It sounded nice in all honesty, y/n Osborn, Mrs Osborn, Harry's wife, you smiled at the thoughts while Harry and John finished up their conversation, Harry taking you to the elevator, to finally go home and rest, "wife huh? You tell him that?" Harry laughed, his arm around your waist, an actually good party.