Harry Osborn (The Amazing Spider-Man 2)

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I hated the way Tom acted. I didn't want to ruin the great day but I was about to go off. I wanted to beat him for that displace in the shop. I managed to get Zoey and head back to the condo. I made sure the guys wouldn't follow.
When we got back I found my phone on the counter where I left it. I found about 5 missed calls all from Mr. Goblin. Yeah I wasn't going to let that slide about him being all killer Goblin.
I call Harry back. He answered quickly.
"Hey Harry" I said.
"Why didn't you answer any of my calls?" Harry said sounding a little angry.
"Harry I'm at the beach I think I have the right to relax and leave my phone" I said.
Harry was never happy with my choices and found fault in most of my plans.
"Mai...I think it would be best if you came home" Harry said.
"Why?" I asked.
"Don't make me explain" Harry said sounding rather embarrassed.

I ended the call. It never sat right with me when Harry acted that way. It was weird and kinda obvious something was up. I couldn't tell by his voice but I thought I heard a hint of nervousness.
I walked away from my phone and tried to block Harry out of my mind. It was my vacation and I was only here for about 2 days.
I wanted to feel free from Harry but everywhere I turn he needs me for something or wants me back. I don't know why I keep going back to him. I guess it's like a leech that needs blood to survive where I need Harry to survive. I don't for say need his money but it's nice to have and I don't need a nice house. It's hard to just need Harry without having the extras clouding my thoughts. I didn't marry Harry for his money but now I feel like it was. We never really have a bonding moment or a romantic moment together. Most the time it's his secrets popping up messing up my view of him. His work problems cause time apart from each other and I expected him to run off with another girl and leave me with nothing. I worry everyday that he might leave me. I mean the only reason for him to call is to basically ask how much money I had spent that day.
I shake my head. No, Harry wouldn't do that but now a days anything is possible. I had to stay positive and think of the good things.
I found myself that night tossing and turning thinking of Harry and also the seen at the shop with Tom. I wish my mind would just shut down so I could get some sleep.
When morning came I got up not having slept a wink. I felt horrible and ready to go home. Harry did this to me he was able to will me home. So I picked up my stuff and went home. I left Zoey there for her to relax and enjoy herself. She could come back when she was ready.
When I made it home I was sunburned and tired. My hair was a mess up in a bun. My flip flops flopped as I walked to the elevator. I dreaded going back to insanity but this was how I was to get any rest physically.
I open the front door and walked in. The house was quiet. I sat my bags down in my room. I went back to the living room and went over to the minibar. I poured a drink to calm my nerves. I found myself sitting on the couch sipping and watch soap operas. I never enjoyed soaps but I was desperate for something.
Harry came through the front door with a tight navy shirt and black jeans. He looked almost emo. I gave him a wave and looked back at the tv. Harry came over and sat down by me. "Glad your home" he said.
'Yeah sure you are... so you can drive me away again.'
Harry leaned in and kissed my temple. I acted as if I didn't feel it.
Harry sat in a slouched manner beside me. I noticed his tired/sad looking face from the corner of my eye.
"Long day" I asked trying to concerned. "Yeah I guess" he said trying not to sound wimpy.
I sigh and stand up. I felt a something pull lightly on my arm.
I noticed Harry's large hand wrapping around my wrist.
"Sit down" he said. I wanted to smart off but I ended up sitting quietly back down. I was too tired to fight him now.
Harry let's go of me. I was wondering why he stopped me. Why would you grab my wrist just to tell me to sit? I was expecting maybe something romantic or cute.
Harry turned to me slightly.
"There is a meeting coming up and I'd like you to come with me" Harry said.
"Why you don't need me" I said.
"It's kinda a dance for the running corporations and industries. The owners and their families come to the dance to talk business while the wives and children dance." Harry said.
"Oh...I guess I could dress up....i haven't done that in a while" I said.
"Harry smirked and gave me another kiss to the temple.
"That's all I wanted to say.." He said giving me my leave.
I got up and walked to my room. I went over to the walk in closet and searched for something to wear to the dance. I actually felt like dancing and meeting the wives of the competing corporations.
I looked and looked but nothing was proper enough. I ended up falling back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. I was worn out completely mentally and also physically.
Harry constantly had something going on in which I had to participate in. It was okay with me because I never spent time with Harry during those events.
On the day of the dance I found myself in a light blue dress and nude heels. I walked down the stairs arm in arm with Harry. It was a picture of a perfect marriage covered by a perfect lie. Like a doll face or a mask....fake.
Harry stopped to talk to someone making me listen to their boring conversation. I held onto my handbag instead of Harry's hand.
I found myself squeezing the life out of that poor bag.
I felt someone tap my shoulder. I turn to find a nice looking man about a few years older than me.
He asked for a dance and I accepted.
I felt slightly happy to have someone who wanted to dance with me. It wasn't until I felt a glare from across the room. I looked over to see Harry's eyes locked onto me. I felt a ping of fear as I twirled with the young stranger.
Harry came over and tapped his shoulder.
"I'd like to dance with my wife" Harry said.
The young man backed off and walked away. I felt bad for him all he wanted was to dance with me. It wasn't like I was remarrying the stranger over Harry.
Harry grabs onto me and leads me through the song. I held on following his movements. Harry watched me as he held onto me. I was afraid to look him in the eye. Harry's hands were firm on my waist moving me along with him. I felt different in his firm hold. Something I wasn't use to being in.
When the song ended Harry parted ways and went to talk with more of the owners. I was alone again without someone to dance with. I somewhat wished for a masked ball so I didn't have to hide my feelings with fake smiles.
I watched as Harry's mood changed from blank with me to bright and alive with the owners.
I was stuck at that dance till Harry was finished and I had a lot of time on my hands so I tried to fit in with the wives and children as best as I could.