Harry above <3

I also feel like this song Unsteady by X Ambassadors describes Peter's relationship with his parents and how he feels.

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Peter woke slowly to a blinding light and a splitting headache. He was very cold and was laying on a hard mattress. When his eyes finally adjusted to the light, he didn't recognize his surroundings.

He tried to sit up, but he immediately felt nauseous. He spotted a trash can under the night stand and instantly grabbed it. He vomited all of yesterday's food into it, including whatever drug was slipped into his drink last night. At least that's what Peter thought it was.

Once his stomach didn't feel so uneasy, he sat up fully. His head felt like it was being whacked with a hammer. He groaned as he started to feel a pain in his lower back and...

"Oh, shit," he muttered.

He whipped the covers back and saw his naked body covered in dried cum. His eyes widened as his brain began racing a mile a minute.

'What the hell happened last night!?' He wondered, a bit scared.

He spotted his clothes on the floor and he threw the covers off quickly to get dressed. He tried to draw as many explanations as to what happened as he quickly dressed himself.

He obviously had sex with a guy, the throbbing in his ass told him that much. But with who? Peter's breath caught as he feared the worst.

"Please, tell me I didn't have sex with Harry," he whispered out loud, pulling his converse on.

Then he thought, if it was Harry, he wouldn't leave after. Harry would have still been here the morning after.

His mind was thinking so fast it made his headache ten times worse. Where the hell was Harry? How was he supposed to get home? What if-

"Shit!" Peter cursed loudly tossing his left shoe to the other side of the room angrily.

He finally realized what he did. He just had sex, with someone he doesn't even remember, while he hasn't been taking his pills.

"Dammit. Shit. Fuck," he cursed again, trudging angrily over to get his other shoe and yank it on. He knew his Pops wouldn't approve of his language right now, but his Dad never cared.

He silently slipped out the door, stepping over all the passed out drunk people, before ducking out the door. His back really hurt, but he couldn't think about that now.

Instead the tried to think of where the nearest city bus stop was. He eventually found it, but had to wait twenty minutes until it finally showed up. He rode around for another twenty minutes until they finally stopped at a shopping center that contained a drug store.

He paid his fair quickly, hopping off the bus. He was glad he brought his wallet to the party. His dad always told him to never leave home without money. Now, he knew why.

However, his phone was dead. So he couldn't even text his parents to tell them he was okay. He just added that to his list of current problems. He didn't know what he'd tell his parents when he got home.

Peter pushed the thought to the back of his mind, finding his way to the back of the store. He stopped in one isle and stared at the rack of pregnancy test.

He bit his lip, examining the different kinds. This was so embarrassing. Some people stared at him, but he just kept his eyes forward. He decided to buy one of every brand they had, just to be sure.

The lady at the register raised her eyebrow at him as he plopped six pregnancy test on the counter.

"Lady friend?" She asked, ringing him up.

"I wish," Peter mumbled before paying her. She gave him an odd look, but just shrugged it off and gave him the bag. He rushed out of the store, a small bell ringing as a signal of his exit.

Peter waited for bus again to take him back home. The entire journey, including detours and other people's stops, took about an hour. In that time, Peter figured out how he would hide the tests from his parents.

He took the oddly shaped sticks out of the box and shoved them into his jacket pockets until they were concealed. He tossed the bag of trash away in the bus trash up front as he was getting off.

Peter spotted his house a few blocks down. He never thought he'd be so happy to see his house in his life. He missed it. He was never going to another party.

Peter snuck in the back door, not hearing anyone in the living room or kitchen. He snuck upstairs, mentally sighing in relief once reached his room. He silently closed the bedroom door before leaning against it.

His parents must still be sleep. It was a Saturday, after all. Peter was thankful for that as he walked to his connected bathroom. He looked at himself in the mirror and sighed.

He looked awful.

His brunette hair sticking up at odd angles, his clothes reeked of alcohol, and he felt sticky. He pulled out the pregnancy sticks and placed them on the counter.

He read the instructions for all of them on the bus, he knew what to do. He was just scared to do it. He almost didn't want to know if he was pregnant. He wanted to pretend nothing happened and live his life like a normal teenager with parents who love each other.

But that wasn't the case.

Peter took the first test and inhaled deeply. It was now or never. He peed on the pregnancy sticks, hoping it worked. Maybe it only worked for girls?

Now, he had to wait. He hid them under the sink as he took a well needed shower. Once he washed away last night's still unclear events, he felt a little better. He'd feel a lot better if the asshat that took advantage of him used a condom.

"Peter?" He heard a knock at his door.

Peter's eyes widened. He was about to check the tests, but he quickly flicked his bathroom light off and rushed to his room door.

"Hey Pops. Did I wake you?" He asked innocently, looking up into his other dad's sky blue eyes.

"No, you're fine. I just didn't know you were home," he smiled kindly causing Peter to smile back. "How was the party?"

Peter's lips pressed into a thin line before nodding robotically, "It was fine."

Steve laughed, "Just like me. Not much of a party guy."

"Apparently not," Peter mumbled.

Steve just raised an eyebrow before dismissing his son's strange behavior.

"Well, I'm going to go make breakfast for your Dad. Did you want something?"

Peter laughed half-heartedly, "You came home late last night didn't you?"

Steve sighed, "We had a case we were trying to finish."

Peter shook his head, "Look, Pops. When I was little, I used to think you being a cop was so cool. Now, it's just an excuse to hang out with your partner in crime and never come home."

Steve looked taken aback, his blue eyes full of guilt. Peter just inhaled a calming breath. He was too stressed for this right now.

"No, I don't want anything," he said, answering Steve's earlier breakfast question before going back into his room and closing the door.

He paced his room for a bit, trying to calm himself down. After about fifteen minutes of pretending to be a normal teenager by lounging and listening to music, he decided it was time.

He made his way back into the bathroom, flicking the light on and grabbing the test from under the sink cabinet. He closed his eyes as he plucked one random from the handful. He closed his eyes tight before peeking out of one eye to read it.

Negative.

He let out a breath as he plucked another one.

Negative.

He let out another breath of relief as his confidence gained. He pulled the next one out of his left hand and read it.

Positive.

His breath hitched. He tried to calm down. That was only one out of six. Then the next one:

Positive.

Next one:

Positive.

Peter bit his lip nervously as he looked at the last one.

Positive.

He felt like he was suffocating. This couldn't be real. Peter angrily shoved all the tests back under the sink and went back to his room to grab his phone of the charger.

He sniffed, a tear sliding down his cheek as he went back to the bathroom. He sat down on the floor, leaning against the wall as he listened to the ringing on the other end of the phone, waiting for the other person to pick up.

"Hello?"

"Harry?" Peter sniffed.

"Oh my gosh, Pete. What's wrong? Are you crying? What happened last night?" Harry asked all at once.

Tears were streaming freely down Peter's cheeks now. "I-I don't really know."

"Well, didn't you leave early like you said? Are you home?" Harry asked confused.

Peter had to hold the phone away from his ear as a sob racked through his body. He tried to cover his mouth with his left hand to keep quiet. Peter really wished he had gone home last night. It would have been the best decision of his life.

"No-o, I didn't leave early," Peter struggled to keep his voice even.

"Peter, you're worrying me. What's happened? What's wrong?"

"I'm p-pregnant, Harry."

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Surprise!

Yes, this story is more on the faster side b/c who likes slow books?

But don't worry, you guys haven't even seen the half of it *smirks*

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