IMAGINE: Helping Harry, your boyfriend

     You walk into Harry's office. "Hey, I got you coffee." You say to your boyfriend. You stop when you see him huddled in the corner of his office, shuddering. "Harry?" You ask in concern, setting the cup down and rushing to his side. You kneel next to him and put your hand on his arm. "Harry, what's wrong?" He looks pale and tears are in his eyes. "It's happening." He whispers. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion. "What's-what's happening?" You squeeze his arm. He looks at you, a tear falling down his cheek. "My father's illness. It's happening to me." He cracks out in a whisper. He sounds so weak and broken. “Oh, Harry. I'm so sorry." You whisper, resting your head against his. You know how much he's been dreading this moment. “I don't know what to do. I didn't want to think about the illness. But now that it's here, I don't know. I feel so helpless." He admits. You wrap your arms around him and hug him tightly. He hugs you back, burying his head in your hair. "It's only going to get worse, Y/N. I won't be myself anymore. You won't know me." He whispers. You look at him, frowning. You cup his face. "Don't say that, Harry." You murmur. His hand covers yours. "But it's true." You stand up to your feet. "Then let's beat this thing. I'm not going to stand here and just let you be taken over by this disease. We are going to fight." You say with determination. “What can we do?" Harry asks, standing up. “Go through your father's files. Go through everything. If this illness took over your father, you can bet your bottom dollar he wrote something about it. So we'll search. We'll search every nook and cranny of Oscorp. We'll stay up all night if we have to. But we will find a way to cure you." Harry smiles for the first time that you've seen all day. "Let's do it." ———      Harry and you comb through all of his father's files all day long.  After flipping through a file, you stretch and yawn. Harry smiles lovingly at you and you smile back. “We've been at it for hours." “What time is it anyways?" Harry asks. You grab your phone and gasp. "Uh, it's almost ‪12 a.m.‬" Harry's eyes widen. "Whoa. I'm starving." “Now that you mention it, so am I." You admit. You start punching in a phone number on your phone. “Who are you calling?" "My favorite pizza place." “Your favorite pizza place is open this late?" He asks incredulously. “It's a 24 hour pizza place. That's why it's my favorite." You grin as the phone rings. 30 minutes later, the pizza delivery guy shows up at Oscorp. You grab the pizza, tip him generously, and then run back to Harry. You clear off his desk. “Okay, so we're taking a midnight dinner break." You state, setting the pizza on the desk. Harry laughs softly and kisses your head before sitting down. "Rule one of tonight's dinner, no talking about what we've been doing all day or about the...situation at hand." You claim. “I've always been an abider of rules." You stare at him. "Since when?" He laughs and holds his hands up in surrender. "Since right now."      Harry and you sit on the couch in his office, eat pizza, talk, and laugh for an hour. You watch as Harry laughs at something you say. You grin. This is the boyfriend you have missed. Ever since his father died, he has changed. And now with this disease... Your smile drops and you look down. You don't want to think about it anymore. You can't bear to lose Harry. “Y/N?" Harry asks softly, nudging you gently with his elbow. You look up at his worried face. "You okay?" “Just lost in thought, I guess." You answer, giving him a weak smile. "Thoughts about how you wish you were sleeping instead of pulling an all nighter with me?" He guesses. “Oh, gosh, no. No, no, no. I'd rather spend the whole night with you than sleep. I treasure these moments. Eating pizza, laughing..." You laugh softly and sake your head. “I wouldn't trade it for anything." You finish. Harry wraps his arms around you tightly, his eyes staring into yours. He leans his head down and kisses you deeply. “I never want this exact moment to end." He whispers. “It doesn't have to." You reply, before kissing him. A minute goes by and then you break apart. You snuggle against his chest and yawn. "I could stay here forever." You murmur, closing your eyes. Harry rests his head on yours. "Me too." He breathes. ———     Your eyes fly open as the sun starts to peak through the horizon. You don't even remember falling asleep. Harry's head is resting against the top of the couch and he's snoring softy. His arms are still around you. You look up at him and rest your head on his shoulder, smiling. You've never seen him like this before. He looks so innocent and peaceful. It warms your heart. It's as if Harry senses you staring at him. He stirs slightly and his eyes open. "Morning." You smile. He looks down at you and smiles. "We fell asleep." “Yes, we did." You laugh. “What time is it?" “I don't know. ‪6:30‬, maybe?" You say. Harry yawns and pulls you against him. "Wake me up at 11." He murmurs. You chuckle. "You don't want to continue searching for evidence that your father left?" You ask curiously. He looks at you. "Y/N, right now I just want to enjoy this time with you. We will look later, okay? I just want to enjoy these moments together." “Then you'll get no complaints from me." You smile, laying your head on his chest. [THE END] I hope you liked it!