𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒|| 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚

𝐂𝐑𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃

"Wild women don't get the blues. But I find that, lately I've been crying like a tall child. "

(Warnings: Really cheesy and cringey lovey dovey shit. Miguel having actually feelings for once)

"I'm going to make you wish you were never born." A deranged voice spoke. A woman was in her bedroom. Dark oak walls and floors, with various cracks filling the area, the loud chimes and ticks of the grandfather clock. She brushed her raven hair in front of the vanity. The women paused for a moment when there was no reply. "You don't get it, do you?"

Harley, disoriented, slowly woke up, a dizzy feeling coursing through her body. She tried to stand up, only for her body to work against her. The girl felt hopeless at the moment.

"I'm going to take everything you hold dear." The woman took a few deep breaths, her hands gripping the vanity table harshly. "Just like you did with me."

"What?" Harley spoke, her vision blurred and her throat drier than sandpaper. Harley kept on trying to make herself stand, only failing miserably. As time went by, panic settled in her stomach as the fear of the unknown filled her head.

"You take, and you take, and you take!" The woman put her hands into the air and turned around in her chair. "You take my family, you take my friends, and you take my husband! You ruined my home!"

"I didn't do anything, I promise." Harley attempted to persuade the mysterious woman. She couldn't make out the woman's face. It was just a blur.

"You promise?" She mocked the blonde-haired girl on the floor.

"I really—" Harley coughed loudly, holding her throat. The dry throat was getting to her, and she didn't know how much longer she could talk. "I didn't do anything. I'm so confused."

"You're confused. Hm. Well, I'm not." The woman abruptly stood up from her chair, her ear-piercing screech from the chair scraping against the old floors. She slowly walked towards the young girl on the floor, who was writhing on the floor.

She grabbed the girl by the neck, choking her. She lifted the blonde into the air and slammed her against the wall.

Harley clawed at the hands, which only seemed to tighten. "Please, please don't do this." Her voice strangled from the harsh choking and the burning tears that suffocated her.

"Aw, you're going to cry." The raven-haired woman mocked her, her green eyes glitching into different shapes and colors. Her natural green eyes turned yellow, then purple, red, orange, and magenta.

A purple portal emerged from the wall. Glowing amethysts are floating around the outside of the portal. The woman, still grabbing Harley by the neck, walked towards the portal.

"Wait, let's talk about this." Her eyes were about to roll to the back of her head. Her pink lips are turning blue from the lack of oxygen.

The woman threw the girl through the portal and watched her fall with a smug smile. "There is no talk."

Harley finally got a breath in, taking a deep breath while sputtering out some coughs. When her coughing fit stopped, she looked around. She was falling, falling through a never-ending portal.

Suddenly, a blur of images formed. Harley's eyes widened at the images; they were her memories. The first one was with her mother and a newborn baby with blonde hair. She was bouncing up and down with a gentle smile. A pair of arms, which she recognized as her father's arms, circled around Angela.

The next one was her dad and a little five-year-old Harley playing on the swings. They were laughing loudly together. They were wearing raincoats to protect themselves from the rain. Unfortunately, it didn't do much to protect them since there was mud in their faces from a mud fight.

There was a ten-year-old Harley who lay in bed crying. It was the first grade or fifth grade, and a couple of boys had ripped apart her favorite elephant-stuffed animal. Gladly, there weren't any major damages, and her father stitched it back together. (The next day, Harley punched the boys and was suspended for a few days.)

Fifteen-year-old Harley, who sat on the couch, was getting scolded by her father. She was caught smoking and drinking underage. After her scolding, her father crouched down to her level and hugged her tightly, whispering comforting words. Harley had her arms tightly around her father's neck.

She continued to fall and fall until her eyes widened and teared up. A man lay motionless on the ground. A pool of blood surrounds him. The siren of an ambulance and a few police officers surround the area.

Uncle Ethan?

Harley woke up with a gasp, sitting up quickly. Until a hand was placed on her chest and slowly laid her back on the bed. Her eyes darted to the hand and back towards the person. It was Miguel.

Miguel.

She was relieved.

"Miguel?"

"Hey princess." Miguel whispered and gave her a kiss on the forehead. He slowly pulled back, sitting back down on the chair, only to see tears welling in the girl's eyes. His hands made their way towards her face, cupping her cheeks and wiping away the tears.

"Miguel." Her voice broke from the overwhelming amount of emotion that flooded in. Her arms circled around his waist and sobbed into his chest messily, like a little kid. Her loud cries—the sound she hadn't made since she was fifteen—were released into the quiet room.

Miguel shushed her gently, a hand brushing her locks. "It's okay."

Harley only cried harder. Miguel was severely concerned about the condition she was in. She was always so confident and optimistic, and seeing her like this made him uneasy. He lifted her face away from his chest and examined her bloodshot eyes. More tears were escaping from her eyes.

His thumbs wiped away her tears.

"I don't want to do it anymore. I—" She sighed in defeat. "I give up."

"You're not giving up." He said it with determination in his voice.

"No, I keep screwing up."

"Hey, you're not screwing up. Far from that...You're the strongest person I know." Miguel reassured. He was telling her the truth. He had never met a person who had dealt with this much grief and still stood strong. "I just wish you could see that."

Harley's eyes watered once more, but not for the same reason. But she felt relief that someone was by her side and that someone was there to comfort her. She threw her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly.

He could feel his oxygen level slowly depleting from the strong grip around his waist. But if he died like this, he wouldn't mind.

She pulled away, only to pull him into a deep kiss. Miguel was still sitting on the side of the bed as she was on her knees on the mattress, hands on his nape, and in his hair.

A warm, soft feeling both in their chests. Their lips moved rhythmically as his hands grasped her waist and pulled her into his lap. She slowly pulled away as his teeth gently tugged on her bottom lip before releasing.

They were both out of breath, their foreheads against each other.

"You know, I never hated you." Harley spoke as her hand continued to caress his hair. "Even before we started dating."

"I know." Miguel responded, his eyes only glued on her. All surrounding sight or sound was either blurred or muffled. He wiped the last of her tears and murmured. "No more crying, huh? Let's not ruin that beautiful face of yours."

She pulled him back in for a kiss. His arms picked her up before he laid her on the bed. Her hands tugged at his shirt. He pulled the shirt off, revealing his muscles. Her hands immediately found their way towards his abs.

Miguel pulled her back in for a kiss, their eyes closed. But he suddenly stopped and pulled away. Harley opened her eyes and furrowed her eyebrows. "Did I do something wrong? Why'd you stop?"

"You're still hurt."

"It didn't hurt when I was kissing you."

"You literally threw up blood."

"So?"

"Get some sleep."

"But—"

"Don't argue."

"Fine. But you're sleeping next to me." Harley pulled on his arm and dragged him next to her. Miguel rolled his eyes before singing in contentment. His arm around her shoulders and his head resting on hers.

Today was a long day.







Harley turned the key to the door. She hasn't seen her dad in two months. She didn't mean to become so distant. Harley entered the house and closed the door, entering the living room.

A large thud was heard, and another one. Rapid footsteps are coming down the stairs. Ben stopped at the bottom of the stairs, his eyes widening.

"Uh—surprise?" Harley said it awkwardly, swaying back and forth on her feet. She was nervous about what her father would say.

Ben quickly walked towards his daughter and pulled her into a hug. "You're home."

"Uh—yeah." She murmured before speaking once more. "And before you get mad, Just hear me out. The only reason I couldn't visit was—"

"I don't need a reason." Ben pulled back, shaking his head with a small smile. "You're an adult. Shit happens... By the way, Penny told me to tell you that you need to call her."

"Why?" she asked.

"I don't know, but she seemed to be really mad at you."

"How could she be mad? I literally called her two weeks ago." Harley was very confused. It seemed like Penny was always mad about one thing or another. Before they could talk any further, rapid knocks were heard.

It was Ethan.

Harley opened the door, eyes watering. Her arms wrapped around him. "You're alive."

The force of the hug made Ethan drop the pizza boxes. But before it could reach the floor, Ben caught it. "I'm not eating floor pizza."

"Alive? Why wouldn't I be alive?" Ethan pulled back, holding her shoulders. "You okay, kiddo?"

"Yeah. I'm fine." She sighed in relief.

"Oh, oh okay." Ethan brought her back into the house. "So let's catch up...Wait! I haven't seen you in two months! Where have you been?!"

"I've been busy."

"I've been busy." Ethan mocks her, making a goofy expression.

First of all rude. Second of all I've been busy working to pay off my college debt."

"You don't work. You got a scholarship."

Harley pursed her lips, avoiding eye contact, before standing up. "Oh right. You know what? I'm hungry. You're hungry? Well, I'm hungry. I'm going to go eat." Harley walks towards the dining table and grabs a slice.

"You're going to have to tell the truth one day." Ethan comments before joining them.

"She does," Ben mentions. "Just not for you."

"Oh." Ethan smiles sarcastically. "That's great."

As the three ate, Ethan noticed a watch on her wrist. "Hey, where did you get that watch?"

Harley paused, looked at her wristband for a moment, and looked up at Ethan. "My friend gave it to me. You remember Ashley?"

"Ashley? Wasn't she the one who threw up on my shoes after going on that tea cup ride at DisneyLand?" Ethan grimaced at the imagery that had shown up.

"Yup," Harley murmured.

The rest of the time was awkward silence between the three. Just nothing but pizza boxes shuffling and the sound of chewing. The TV is playing a commercial with a weird bear and a pizza.

A/N: I finally updated💀 Sorry for the delay, Y'know, life stuff.