verb
1. be inspired with an intense but short-lived passion or admiration for.
"she is infatuated with a handsome police chief."
𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐱-𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥�...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Harley slammed open his bedroom door, the smash echoing around the large house; he was vexed. He was sure that a dent would be left from the sheer force he used, but at that moment he cared about nothing apart from getting out of the house.
He flung open drawers and wardrobes, frantically throwing all of his belongings into his suitcases, whilst Gabriel watched helplessly.
"Don't be like this, Mean-Harley. Where are you going? Please don't leave us, don't leave me!" He desperately clutched onto Harley's arm, trying to stop the larger man from leaving the room. Harley ripped the small hands from his own -making sure he hadn't hurt Gabriel- before placing his fully packed suitcases on the floor.
"I've had enough, Gabriel! Can't you see that?" He was exasperated, venom seeping through every word and clawing at Gabriel's heartstrings.
"The-the insults you all throw at me, the girls yelling and blaming me, and the looks you all give me- like I'm shit at the bottom of your shoe. It's too much!" He dropped his fiery gaze to the floor, sadness engulfing the stormy blue. "It's too much. I don't deserve this." He whispered, trying to calm the voices screaming in his head.
"Just stay." The bi-coloured hair man sobbed, hands holding onto Harley's face and trying to pull him into a kiss. "It's killing me, Gabriel. You are all killing me." Harley whispered, brushing the hair away from Gabriel's face, and pressing a kiss to his forehead- one he knew was the last- which caused the smaller man to sob harder.
"I'll change! I promise! I'll do anything for you- you know that!" Harley had to shut his eyes, knowing that tears were one of his weaknesses.
Eyes hardening once more, Harley excited the room, knocking shoulders with Gabriel, who again tried to prevent him from leaving.
Entering the living room, the remaining fifteen of his lovers sat, comforted in a bubble of their love and happiness towards each other; they were content. This hurt Harley, as he knew he was always just a placeholder in all of their lives; he was their bank account- and nothing more.
"Why do you have a suitcase?" His Russian lover asked, his dark eyes - which Harley adored- stared back at him, sparkling with delight as he squeezed his large hand around Corey's thigh.
"Use your common sense, Милый," Harley growled -cursing about how aggressive he sounded to the man he loved. Raven sat up straighter, eyebrows falling in confusion; Harley never spoke to him like this.
"Don't you dare talk to him like that," Corey yelled, his hand holding onto Raven's slightly rougher ones, squeezing them lovingly.
"Or what, Sunshine? Come on, Baby. Insult me like the child you are? Maybe hit me? No, you're too soft." Harley physically laughed in amusement, but his mind was a different story. It was like he had no control over what was happening- words were just spilling past his lips with no relent.
