Sucker For Pain ✔

Chapter 52

(HARLEY's POV)

"So where are we going Puddin?" I ask with relaxation in my voice, happy that he's back.

"You'll see. Just follow my car." He says, running to his car.

Jumping with joy, I run to my car. Starting my engine, Puddin has just passed me.

He roles his window down to talk to me, quickly rolling mines down as well, "try to beat me honey!" He says, speeding down the bridge.

Following, I manage to pass him. I smile, but he looks at me with fire in his eyes. Oh so it's a race you want, eh?

He passes me, parking in a parking lot. I look around, no one is here.

"What is this place?" I question him, while looking at the place.

"You'll see." He smiles, handing me a jacket.

"Thanks-"

"No problem, I just don't want you to freeze to death." He smiles once more.

He pops open the door, causing me to smile widely.
I look at the window, it's ice? "Put these on." He says.

Putting them on, I realize that they're ice skating shoes. "Ice skating?" I ask.

"Maybeeee. Follow me." He says as I follow.

He flips a switch... holy wonders. "Lights lights lights!" I say looking at the colorful lights that fills the whole ice skating rank.

He looks at me with passion.

"Skate with me." He mumbles.

"I can't..."

"Why not?" He sounds worried.

"I can't skate. I don't know how." I say and his upside down smile turns right back around.
"Don't worry Honey! I'll teach you." Puddin grabs my hand, leading me to the ice.

Oh gosh. "Just hold on tight." He says, skating in a small circle.

I smile, looking at the beautiful lights... but overall looking at my stunning green haired Puddin.

His skin has turned white. The way it used to be.

"Stay here." He says, skating all the way to the other end of the rank.

"Skate to me!" He yells.

Ummmmmmmmmmm....... ummmmm.... umm... okay. You got this Harls! If you just believe. You got this Harley Quinn! "You got this Harleen Quinzel." I mumble. Wait... what?

Harleen Quinzel...?

I quickly erase the name from my mind, I look straight at Puddin whom is waiting. I try skating to him. I have my arms out.

Reaching him, I hug him tightly.

He looks at my eyes. "Beautiful." He whispers. Puddin then touches my pony tails, undoing both. My hair falls onto my shoulders.

"Still beautiful." He smiles.

"You're still handsome." I say, looking into his eyes. Which turns dark once I say handsome.

"Harley..." he says, stuffing his face into my hair.

"Yes Puddin?" I ask.

"I... I-"