I woke up later than usual, feeling kind of sore. Especially my head. I remembered going out last night to see Mr. Sionis. And then all those drinks. I had a lot of drinks. I frowned, not wanting to open my eyes. The brightness of my room always hurts my eyes after a long night. What had I done after all those drinks? Something moved beside me. Probably just the dog. Wait, I didn't have a dog.
My eyes snapped open, and I leapt up. I spun around, looking at the body still in my bed, "Oh Shit."
Harley moved about a little, waking up slowly.
"Too bright." She said sleepily,
"Oh my god." I said, looking in the mirror. I was only wearing boxers and a sports bra.
"What?" Harley said groggily,
Suddenly, she sprang up too, "Oh my god!"
She wasn't wearing anything. Which looked great on her if I may say so. She pulled the bed sheets up to her chest.
"We didn't." I put my face in my hands,
"Not exactly another explanation for me being in your bed." Harley said, slightly distressed
"Fuck." I said, "Fuck fuck fuck fuck-"
Harley got up and went to my bathroom.
I heard her shout, "FUCK Y/N."
I jumped up and went to the bathroom. She was looking in the mirror, but turned to me, still naked.
"Oh shit!" I said again,
She was covered in hickeys. I mean... covered. Her neck, her chest, her stomach, her thighs. I saw my own guilty face in the mirror.
"What do we do?" I asked,
"WE ALREADY FUCKING DID IT!" Harley huffed. She bent down, picking up a shirt off the floor. It wasn't hers, but she put it on anyway.
I rubbed my temples, trying to get this through my head, "We were drunk, it was a one time thing. It won't happen again."
"Right." Harley agreed,
I nodded, "You can borrow some clothes if you want. And of course, you can use the shower."
"Thanks but I'm just gonna-" She trailed off, moving past me.
"Right, yeah, sure." I nodded awkwardly.
"As soon as I find my clothes." She added, searching the room.
I tried not to stare. Eventually, she found the rest of her clothes and put them on, hurriedly tying up her hair in a messy bun. With that, she left. The door banged closed behind her. Now that she was gone, I sighed in relief and plopped down on the couch. I had no idea how to feel about this. Obviously, I have loved Harley for a long time. But she just got out of a relationship with Joker. She was just caught up in her feelings. We were drunk. Stuff happens. It'd be fine. Probably.
Author's Note: Hey guys, I'm not dead. Just had a rough couple weeks. Anyways, thanks for being patient, you guys are the best <3
