Delicate Hearts | Completed

14 || Toothbrush

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"I'm sorry, I thought you said you were okay..." He apologizes, getting off of and away from me. I continue to cry, mainly in frustration. If I were normal, I would have fucked him by now. We would still be on the bed, with him on top of me.

Fuck my life.

"Shit..." Harley's eyes widen as he looks at me. "Shit, Madison, were you... Is that why you were at... Fuck," He runs his hands through his air, eyes wide. My heart sinks at his words. He probably doesn't want to hook up with me anymore.

"Sorry," I mutter, feeling terrible. I quickly get back into my clothes and debate whether I should leave or stay and work something out. "Don't feel bad," I start, silently. "If I didn't want this, I wouldn't have driven all the way here."

"But why did you want this?" He asks, his eyes dark and torn.

"I don't know." I do know. I just don't know how to explain it to him. "Sorry. I should leave."

"No," He blurts out. "I mean, it's cold. The temperature's dropped now. You can leave tomorrow."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, you can sleep in my room, I'll go sleep in another room."

"Sleep next to me."

He laughs dryly. "Are you sure? I'm not a good sleeper."

"Neither am I," I shrug and pat the bed, indicating for him to join me. "We can just sleep."

He stares at me for a while, before changing his direction and joining me on the bed. There's plenty of space for both of us. When we're both snuggled under his blanket, I muster up the courage him a question I was curious about since I first met him. "Harley?"

"Yeah?" He responds, turning to me. His intense gray eyes intimidate me, and I start to debate whether I want to ask him still.

I ask him anyway. "Why were you at the therapist?"

It was almost like watching a horror film in his eyes. The way they darkened almost immediately scared the shit out of me and my heart starts pumping. Fuck, maybe I pushed it too far.

"I wasn't there for therapy. I was just there to meet someone I knew."

"Oh. So you don't get therapy?"

"No... I don't."

"That seems like a lie," I whisper. "But it's okay. I understand." Just like that, I close my eyes and fall asleep.

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I'm woken up by a heavy hand on my waist, and a leg on my legs. Is this what he meant by he's not a good sleeper? I mean, I guess it's reasonable because he has such a big bed, I wouldn't be surprised if he was used to putting his legs and hands wherever he wanted.

I have to admit, it's nice even if it's uncomfortable. It's nice because it feels intimate without us making out. It feels soft even if it is heavy. It feels warm. And I can't get enough warm these days.

He looks peaceful in his sleep, something that's hard to find lately. I snuggle in closer under his arm and close my eyes, falling back asleep.

The second time I'm woken up is when the sky is bright and the light is pouring in through his windows. When the sky is bright, his room looks much nicer. Because you can see all the details. There's a black vase with black flowers in a corner. A bunch of black-themed artwork hanging on his walls, and black furniture on the left side of the bed. On the right side of the bed, there's a huge open-plan wardrobe with so many clothes, shoes, and accessories, it makes me dizzy.

He stirs next to me, and moves his arm off me and onto his face, rubbing his eyes open. When he opens his eyes, he meets mine. "Hey," He mutters, his voice lower and rougher than usual.

"Hi," I smile. My voice is rough as well, but not as much as his. It's hot. "Good morning."

"That's so cheesy," He comments, sitting upright. I follow him and sit up as well. "But good morning."

"You don't say good morning?"

"To who can I say it? My parents are never here."

"Oh, yeah."

"I like hearing it though. I didn't say I didn't." He rubs his eyes one more time and raises his arm and stretches, with a loud yawn. Seeing him yawn, makes me yawn as well. But mine is somehow much, much, louder than his. "Damn, girl."

"Sorry."

"Impressive." I find myself blushing again. I rarely receive compliments.

"It was ugly, I don't know what you're talking about."

He laughs. I think he's in a better mood in the mornings than later in the day. "What do you want to eat? I'll have Chef make it."

"Whatever you're eating, I'll eat. I'm good."

"I eat waffles with lots of syrup, and a cupcake on the side," He explains. "Probably not what you eat."

"That's... a lot of sugar. How are you not diabetic?"

"Because I'm the opposite."

"What does that mean?"

"Hypoglycemia. My sugar levels get real low, really fast so I eat a lot of sugar."

"That sounds like a blessing in disguise."

"Sure." He shrugs. "Let's freshen up first." I smile in response, and we get off the bed. I stretch once more, moaning slightly because that's just how good it feels to stretch in the morning. "You can use my bathroom. I'll get you a new brush." He leads me to the door in his room, which opens to the bathroom. His bathroom is impressive and huge.

And black.

He stays consistent with his theme.

He reaches into a cabinet and brings out a new box of an electric toothbrush. "Wait, don't you have like a normal one? That seems kinda expensive for me to use."

"So... if I let you keep this brush in here for yourself... will you come over often?" He asks, rubbing the back of his neck. "Not to hook up... like if you don't want to. Just like... hang out."

I feel my heart flutter at his words.

"Yes, I'll be here." 

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a/n: am i neglecting my responsibilities to write? yes, yes i am. but it be like that though. mostly because i can't get enough of harley rn. i love intimate relationships compared to the slow burn she has with angel. 

but that doesn't mean I'm team Harley. okay maybe I'm slightly biased, but i love all my characters equally. sooo. yeah. slay.

anyway, i hope you liked this chapter. has your opinion on harley changed any more? has he made progress or do we still not like him? 

also... i don't ask this much, but what r ur opinions on madison? she's being hella reckless. 

thank you so much for reading!!!! i love you sooooo much!! <3