SUICIDE SQUAD //ONESHOTS {REQUESTS OPEN}

In my Arms. ((Harley Quinn x Reader))

WARNINGS: SICKNESS AND SELF HARM. THERE IS A SERIOUS TRIGGER WARNING.

NOTES: Here's another request! This one has some pretty touchy stuff in it, so trigger warning most definitely. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it!

The headaches were back.

The doctors couldn't figure out what was wrong with you. You'd been through endless tests, scans, everything. Nobody knows.

But, what you did know was that it hurt. It hurt more than anything. You knew this wasn't healthy, physically or emotionally.

In fact, the pain was so bad, you thought that causing physical pain to yourself would keep your mind off it. And it did. Scars covered your arms, each one a perfect line.

You were terrified of what people would think, so you hid them away. No one could know. Especially Harley.

Harley was the one person you knew you could go to with your problems, and she'd always listen and comfort you. You loved her too much to let her have this kind of stress in her life.

You looked over at the clock. 3:30 AM. You looked over at Harley, sleeping in the bed next to yours. You then glanced at the bathroom.

You slowly got up, creeping to the bathroom, your head pounding with every step you took.

You reached the bathroom door, turned on the light, then slipped inside and locked the door. You pressed your back against the door, and slowly slid down, crying.

You buried your face in your hands.

Your sob session was interrupted by a soft knocking at the door.

"(Y/N)?" Harley asked, "Are you ok?"

You wiped your eyes, trying to collect yourself to act like nothing was wrong.

"Y-yeah... Go back to sleep." You said, your voice trembling. The door handle jiggled, signaling Harley trying to get it.

"(Y/N), please open the door! I don't want you all by yourself!" She said. You could hear the fear and desperation in her voice. The door handle shook violently, until Harley's fist went through the wood, right next to yor head.

Her hand unlocked the door. You backed away just in time, before the door slammed open.

Harley looked at you, tears begging to form in her bright blue eyes. She dropped to her knees and hugged you, tightly. You could hear her sobbing softly.

She then looked at you. Harley then slowly began to lift one of the sleeves of your (F/C) hoodie you always wore to sleep. She gasped.

"How long have you been doing this?" Harley asked, again on the edge of tears. You then began to cry again, and leaned into her.

Harley stroked your hair, rubbing your back soothingly.

"Please, (Y/N), please promise me you'll never hurt yourself again." She said. You nodded, shaking from all the crying. Harley kissed the too of your head, holding you in her arms.

After a while, Harley slowly helped you stand, and led you to her bed. She helped you in before getting in herself. She held you, and didn't let go for the entire night. You realized that the bond you and Harley had was stronger than anything. You knew she would help you.