doubt// sighmike

.8

Michael

Two weeks.

It had been two weeks since he had heard from her.

After he had whispered those eight words, Harley froze up and her eyes watered before she shook her head and ran out of the theatre.

Michael chased after her, calling her name before he opened the door and exited the building, sighing in defeat when he realized that Harley had blended with the crowd.

The amount of times he called her were unimaginable, he had called her more times than all the times he had made a phone call in total.

The texts were sent one after another.

To: har :)

harley

To: har :)

where did you go???

To: har :)

babe

To: har :)

BABY

To: har :)

YOURE SCARING THE SHIT OUT OF ME

To: har :)

ANSWER YOUR PHONE

To: har :)

HARLEY ANNE DAVIDSON

To: har :)

I can't fucking believe you

To: har :)

I called steph, and you're with her

To: har :)

I asked her if your phone is dead and it isn't

To: har :)

you could've at least told me you were safe

To: har :)

I was so worried you don't know the things that were going through my head I thought that maybe you got ran over or taken by some creep or maybe you ran into something and got hurt I was so scared

To: har :)

I can't believe you just answer the phone god damnit

To: har :)

what did I do is it what I said you could've just told me you didn't have to run off like that like I had leprosies

Reading the texts from that day was enough to make him cry.

He sighed shakily and stared at his phone, waiting for a reply.

There were more texts than that, definitely. But as the days passed, he gave up and somewhat accepted the fact that maybe that spectacular part of his life was over. Maybe Mike and Har were no more.

And he didn't give a shit that they were not 'official'.

Harley Anne was his doll, his baby, his girl.

He felt like hell, it felt like forever since he had seen her smile, since he had heard her laugh. He missed getting texted by her late at night when she was on Twitter and sending him new memes.

Not only did he feel like hell, but it showed. The bags under his eyes were prominent, his hair messier than usual, and he hardly showered.

"Michael!"