Harley Delaney

Issues

I laid awake in Opie's bed the next morning. I had a million thoughts racing through my head.

Why did I do this? Why with him? I know Opie, better than anyone. He needs me because he's lonely. Not because he still loves me.

He's just trying to fill a void. Anyone with eyes can see that.

Or, I'm just trying to make myself feel like the good guy, because I'm leading on my ex boyfriend while he's in his most fragile state.

I got out of bed, and put my clothes on. I sighed before leaving the room.

As soon as I did, I ran into Jax and Juice. Jax rolled his eyes, and scoffed as he stormed off, when he saw it was Opie's room I was leaving.

I'm still not sure what his problem was.

Juice chuckled. "I'm gonna pretend that you two spent the night talking."

"Oh Juicy, first thing you gotta know about me is, talking isn't my strong suit." I replied, he just shook his head and laughed.

Of course I was unaware Tig was there. Saying that in front of him was definitely a mistake.

"Yeah she's not good at talking, but I'm sure her mouth is good for other activities, right Harley?" He winked.

I rolled my eyes. "Too bad you'll never find out Tig." I shrugged before walking out.

"I guess I could always ask Opie!" He called after me, but I ignored it and just laughed.

When I went outside, I saw Bobby waiting with a bike I can only assume was gonna be mine.

He smiled. "This was Otto's bike, I thought you should have it. It needs a paint job though, thought you could use my help."

The bike was pretty old, and rusty. But no doubt it'd look amazing, when it was fixed up. I was very happy to have it. But, why was Bobby being so nice?

If I was gonna be taken seriously, I needed to deal with my issues. I let out a sigh.

"What are you doing? Why are you sucking up to me? It won't make me like you Bobby. It won't make me understand anything that happened."

"I know." He sighed. I shook my head.

"No you don't. Look, I know you're probably an amazing guy. I know you didn't mean to hurt my dad. And He doesn't hate you for what you did, but..you don't just get to do something like that with no consequences. So I feel like I have to hate you, for him. Because he can't." I explained.

He nodded. "I can respect that."

I smiled softly. "Thank you." I looked across the parking lot to see Jax talking to his mother Gemma. And I realized something.

I had more than one issue that I needed to deal with.