Harley-
I woke up feeling very fuzzy. It was morning. The curtains were closed, but the clock on the nightstand read 9:30am. Where am I? I wasn't in my bedroom. I remembered what happened with Gerard last night and started to panic. "Oh good. You're awake!" I heard him.
I looked around until my eyes landed on his hazel ones. "G-Gerard. Wh-what's going on? Wh-where am I?" I asked, shaking. "We're at the hotel I've been staying at." He replies. "Wh-why am I here?" I asked, tears building up. "I know you know why. You know what I am. I can't let you go knowing you know this."
He said as his eyes turned red. My heart started racing and I began to hyperventilate. "Wh-what are you talking about?! I-it's not like I-I'll ever tell! I-I swear to god!" I cried. "Oh, I know you won't tell sugar. I'll make damn sure that you don't!" He said, growling that last sentence. I whimpered and held my knees to my chest.
I began to cry. "Relax, I'm not going to kill you." He smirked. I ignored him. Gerard sighed and I felt something being thrown on the bed. I looked up and see my back pack. "Get ready. We have to leave for comic con in a few minutes." He said. I shivered and broke down again.
Gerard sat down next to me and stroked my hair. I tensed up and froze. "It's going to be alright, Harls. I promise I won't hurt you. Unfortunately it's going to be awhile before you come home. You'll be with me until then." He said softly, but it really didn't help.
Gerard sighed and got up. "Come on, lets go. We're going to be late." He said. I wiped my tears away and stood up. He attached one handcuff to my wrist and the other to his. I raised my eyebrow. "Seriously?! Fucking handcuffs?!" I remarked. "I can't take any chances." He shrugged before dragging me outside to his car.
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Comic Con (Gerard Way FF)
FanfictionHarley has volunteered to help out at Comic Con for a week. Her job is to sit at one of the booths and work the cash register and run errands for whoever is running the booth, like get them coffee and whatnot. Little did Harley know that the booth s...