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Peter and Harry have been friends since they were five, and have been together through thick and thin.
It hasn't always been easy but they've always made it work, and discovered they're true feelings for one another along the way.

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I did the 30 Day OTP Challenge with Parksborn. 

(Again this is not my writing this is the writing of ao3 writers, I'm just posting it here because we don't have that many Harry and Peter fics 😭)

(Also the characters are from Spider-Man: homecoming (Tom holland))

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The first day that Peter held Harry's hand was in pre-school.

It was Peter's first day, and he was starting halfway through the year, due to being in hospital with his asthma.
Tony held Peter's hand as they walked through the school's front doors to the classroom. They were greeted by a smiling woman just outside the classroom, she had soft blue eyes and black hair tied back in a ponytail,
"Hello, you must be Mr. Stark," she greeted shaking his hand.
"That's me, and this is my son Peter," Tony smiled, gesturing to the small boy who was now hiding behind his legs, one hand gripping his pant leg.
"Well its lovely to meet you both, I'm Mrs. Moore and I'll be Peter's teacher for the year. Now I understand Peter is allergic to Peanuts and has Asthma, is that correct?" She asked.
"That's right, his EpiPen and inhaler are in the front pocket of his backpack," Tony explained.
"Excellent," Mrs. Moore smiled, she then crouched down to Peter's level and spoke to him softly,
"Hello Peter, I'm Mrs. Moore and I'm going to be your teacher. Its lovely to meet you."
"Hi," Peter greeted shyly.
Mrs. Moore stood with a smile, "I'll let you have a few more moments and Peter can come in when he's ready, school finished at two thirty," she told Tony.
"Thank you," Tony smiled.
"It was a pleasure meeting you Mr. Stark," she held out her hand.
"You too Mrs. Moore," Tony shook her hand and with that she went back inside the classroom.

Tony crouched in front of Peter and smiled
"Okay Bambi you ready?" He asked softly.
"I'm scared," Peter said with a tremor in his voice.
"I know Bambi. But hey, your gonna have loads of fun and make loads of friends," Tony reassured him, hands on Peter's shoulders.
"Promise?" Peters voice was small as he held up his pinkie.
"I promise," Tony smiled linking his pinkie with Peter's, "now go show them what you got kiddo," Tony said encouragingly.
Peter smiled and nodded, before hugging Tony tightly, "Love you Daddy,"
"Love you too Bambi," Tony squeezed Peter before letting him go, "I'll pick up after school okay?"
Peter nodded and waved, saying goodbye as he walked into the classroom, Tony returned the gesture and stood.
He took a deep breath before walking back to the car, and if Tony said he didn't cry a little he'd be lying.

Peter walked into the classroom and saw a dozen other kids around his age, all sitting in small groups around tables colouring.
"Okay, boys and girls, look over here for a moment please," Mrs. Moore called. Suddenly all eyes were on him, and Peter shrunk back a little.
"Everyone this is Peter and he's going to be joining us, so make sure your nice to him and make him feel welcome," Mrs. Moore smiled.
A few of the children smiled at Peter before going back to their pictures, so he felt a little better. Mrs. Moore then led Peter to the back of the classroom and showed him where he could hang his jacket and backpack. She then sat him in an empty seat by a boy named Thomas.
"Okay Peter, so this morning were drawing, who our heroes are. So, here's some paper and crayons for you. Make sure you put your name on the paper, and put your hand up if you need anything okay?" Mrs. Moore explained and waited until Peter nodded before walking over to someone with their hand up.
Peter picked up a crayon and wrote his name on the paper, then flipped it and proceeded to draw Tony.
He titled the piece, 'Daddy is my Hero.'

When the bell rang for recess, Peter put his jacket on and followed all the other children outside.
Peter stood off to the side looking a little unsure, as he watched all the other children play in their small friend groups.
"Hi," a little voice said, making Peter jump slightly and look to his side. Standing there was a boy with chocolate brown hair, blue eyes and a brilliant smile.
"Hi," Peter replied shyly.
"I'm Harry, wanna come and play with me?" He asked.
"Okay," Peter nodded.
Harry smiled, took Peter's hand in his and led him over to the climbing frame. There Peter was introduced to Harry's other friends, Gwen, Miles, Ned and Michelle, who prefers Mj.
Peter smiled shyly at them all and played with them all on the climbing frame.

"Daddy!" Peter cried happily as he jumped into Tony's arms at the end of the day.
"Oof, hey kiddo," Tony chuckled, "Did you have fun?" He asked as he started walking to the car.
"Uh huh, I drew a picture of you," Peter said excitedly, showing Tony the picture, "do you like it?"
Tony looked at the drawing and teared up slightly, he smiled and kissed the side of Peter's head,
"I love it Bambi," he told him, "so tell me about the rest of your day."
"I made five new friends," Peter told him as his eyes lit up and he held up a hand, showing Tony his five fingers.
"Five friends? That's great Bambi," Tony praised beaming, "Wait till Mommy hears about this. But first let's get some ice-cream to celebrate."
"Ice-cream!" Peter cried happily throwing his hands up, making Tony chuckle.
The billionaire strapped his little boy in and drove to the ice-cream shop, and Peter told him more about his day.

After that Harry and Peter holding hands became a regular thing, and as they got older it became a source of comfort for them. Just knowing their friend was right beside them, was enough to calm any nerves either boy had.
Through the years as they grew the duo got into all kinds of mischief and were dubbed as Partners in Crime. Tony had been the first to call them that as a playful tease, but the name ended up sticking and fit the two very well.
The boys could always be found hanging out together, usually with their fingers linked and smiling.

Then came that fateful day in Sophomore year.

Peter navigated through the crowded halls to get to his locker, so he could grab his science book and go home. He kept his head down in hopes of avoiding Flash and his taunts, he already had a black eye forming from earlier, but as luck would have it Flash saw him.
"Hey Stark," Flash growled causing Peter to flinch.
Suddenly Peter was slammed into the lockers behind him, his bag that was in his hand falling to the floor, with Flash's forearm pressing against his neck.
Flash was a head taller than Peter and enjoyed using his height to intimidate the smaller boy.
"What do you want Flash?" Peter manged to get out.
"What do I want?" Flash snarled, "I want revenge. Your little boyfriend Osborn ratted me out, now I have detention, and got kicked off the football team. So, I'm gonna get my own back on that little prick and show him who's boss. Just how am I gonna do that you ask? Easy. By hurting you," Flash explained and pressed his arm harder against Peter's neck.

At this point a crowd had formed to see what was going on, but no one dared make a move to help Peter in fear of Flash doing the same thing to them.
Peter clawed at Flash's arm trying, and failing, to remove it as his vision started to get fuzzy from lack of oxygen.
"Aw what's the matter Peter, can't you breathe properly?" Flash taunted in a baby voice.
Of course, Peter couldn't reply, and Flash gave shark like grin and pressed even harder.
"Good," he growled.
Moments later the weight of Flash's arm against his neck disappeared, and Peter dropped to the floor gasping and chocking for breath.

Harry had been walking down the hall to meet Peter at his locker, when he heard something crash against the lockers. Fearing the worst Harry ran at full speed down the corridor.
Turning the corner, he saw the crowd that had gathered around Flash and Peter. Harry saw red when he noticed the arm against Peters throat, and pushed roughly through the crowd, ignoring the displeased cries of other students.
Once close enough Harry grabbed Flash and pulled him away from Peter, who fell to the floor gasping.

Harry stood in front of Peter, as if to hide him, while Flash regained his balance and looked at Harry with malice in his eyes.
"Oh look, Osborn's come to play hero," the bully spat.
"Piss off Flash," Harry growled back.
"Or what, you'll tell on me again?" Flash seethed, "you better watch your back Osborn, your little boyfriends too. I'll get him. I swear I'll get him. Then you'll be sorry."
"You dare lay a hand on him and you won't be able to walk again," Harry said with venom in his voice.
"Is that a threat Osborn?" Flash asked, fury was written all over his face.
"It will be a reality if you don't fuck off," Harry snarled.
The two stared each other down as the air around them seemed to crackle with electricity.
"You can't protect him forever," Flash told him.
"Watch me," Harry said, his eyes flashing dangerously.
"What's going on here?" A voice asked. A teacher.
Flash shook his head and told him nothing was going on before walking away, the crowd dispersing after.
Harry stood there shaking with anger watching as Flash walked away. He took a breath to calm himself, then crouched down in front of Peter.
Peter's hazel eyes met Harry's blue ones.

"You okay Pete?" Harry asked.
Peter had tears in his eyes but nodded
"Are you okay?"
"I'm okay Pete, I promise," Harry reassured him with a smile.
Peter smiled back and took Harry's outstretched hand, letting the other boy pull him to his feet.
"Thanks Harry," Peter said softly.
"Anything for my partner in crime," Harry smiled handing Peter his backpack, not missing the way Peter flushed and ducked his head slightly.
"So whaddya say me and you go hang out at the beach for a while?" Harry asked, linking Peter's fingers with his as they walked to the front doors, knowing that going to the beach always made Peter feel better.
"Sounds good," Peter smiled, walking a little closer to Harry.

As they exited the building a girl with blonde hair and blue eyes jogged up to them, a big smile on her face.
"There's my boys," she said giving them both a hug.
"So Harry what did you do to piss Flash off this time?" She asked linking her arm through Harry's as the trio descended the steps.
"I may or may not have threatened that if he touched Peter, he wouldn't be able to walk again," Harry told her.
"Shit Harry. Are you okay Pete?" She asked worriedly.
"I'm fine Gwen," Peter said.
"What the hell happened to your eye?" Gwen exclaimed, causing them to stop as she stood in front of Peter.

Peter winced and flinched slightly as Gwen's thumb ghosted over the bruise, and her and Harry's worried expressions morphed into one's of rage.
"I'm gonna fucking kill him," Harry growled.
"Yeah, well get in line," Gwen seethed.
"Guys I'm okay. Really," Peter told them.
The teen unknowingly pulled out the puppy eyes, and the other two couldn't help but crumble.
"Ugh, stop with the puppy eyes please," Gwen teased lightly as she hugged Peter, "you sure you're okay and don't us to kick his ass for you? Cause we will you know, especially if he touches you again."
"I'm sure Gwen, thanks," Peter smiled.
"Okay," Gwen smiled back.
"Hey Gwen, me and Pete were actually headed to the beach. You wanna come with?" Harry asked.
"Sorry, I can't. I promised Miles I'd study with him, thanks for the offer though," she replied sincerely.
"Fine. Leave your poor boys to hang out with your boyfriend," Harry teased dramatically with a grin, making Peter laugh.
"Watch it Osborn," Gwen told him playfully with a smile on her face.
They three of them exchanged hugs and goodbyes before going their separate ways.

A few hours later Peter and Harry were sat on a wall that overlooked the beach and watched as the sun started to set.
"So, why'd Flash almost kill you today?" Harry asked breaking the silence that had settled between them.
"Well um," Peter fiddled with his sleeves nervously and avoided Harry's gaze, "he said that he wanted to get back at you, and the way to do that was to um..."
"Hurt you," Harry finished for him.
"Yeah," Peter said.
The boys lapsed into silence once again, and let it be filled by the soft crash of the waves. The sky started to turn pink and a breeze washed over them before Harry spoke again,
"God I'm gonna miss you," he whispered.
Peter looked at him confused, "What do you mean?"
Harry took a deep breath and kept his eyes on the ocean, "It's my mom, she's sick Pete. Really sick."
"Harry I'm sorry," Peter whispered, slipping his hand into Harry's and giving it a reassuring squeeze.
"We're moving to England, so she can be with family, in case anything goes wrong," Harry said quietly.
"When do you go?" Peter asked, his voice shaking.
"Tomorrow," it came out as barley a whisper, but Peter heard it and felt his heart shatter.
Peter tucked his face into the side of Harry's neck,
"I'm gonna miss you Harry," he whispered.
"I'm gonna miss you to Pete," Harry whispered back as he rest his head on Peter's.
"Make sure Gwen and Mj kick Flash's ass for me," Harry said quietly.
Peter let out a small watery laugh, "Okay," he whispered.
The two sat in silence with tears in their eyes ands watched as the sun disappeared over the horizon.

The next day was a tear filled one.
Tony drove everyone to the airport, the atmosphere hanging heavy around them.
The group arrived and walked through the airport to the departure gate. Now came the hard part.
Saying goodbye.
Pepper and Emily, Harry's mom, shared a teary embrace while Tony and Norman shook hands. While Emily and Pepper talked through their tears, Tony looked over to the two teens and felt his heart shatter.
Harry and Peter were clinging to each other tightly, Harry had one arm around Peter's shoulders and the other around his waist, holding him as close and tight as humanly possible. Peter was clutching the back of Harry's shirt tightly, and they had their faces hidden in the others shoulder. Their shoulders were shaking from the tears that were no doubt streaming down their faces. Looking back at the other adults Tony saw the heartbroken look on their faces.
Emily stepped forward, "Harry. Harry sweetie," she said softly, "Come on sweetie its time to go," she said, her voice cracking at the end. Harry gripped Peter tighter before reluctantly pulling back just enough to see Peter's face.
The two teens looked at each other with tear stained faces, misty red eyes and trembling bottom lips.
Tony felt his heart squeeze tightly as the boys rest their foreheads together and link their hands.
The boys walked to the gate and shared one last hug and a teary goodbye. Harry interlocked their fingers and squeezed Peter's hand, who squeezed back. They kept their hands together as Harry walked backwards to the gate, before they had no choice but to let go.
Peter and Harry kept eye contact as long as possible. When Harry was out of sight Peter felt his heart fall to the floor and shatter.

More tears slipped down his cheeks as Peter watched his childhood friend board the plane and take off. Peter stood there with his shoulders shaking , feeling like a piece of him had just died. In a way it had.
Tony came over and pulled his son into a hug, holding him tightly as Peter clung to him crying into his chest. Pepper came over and ran her fingers through the teens hair as Tony kissed the top of his head.

That was the last day that Peter held Harry's hand. 

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