Harley Delaney

Don't Tell Harley

Tara left me with Juice, who was high as a kite, might I add. I couldn't help but chuckle as I watched him.

His eyes were barely open, until he noticed me, and they widened.

"Harley!"

He smiled, and I chuckled as I walked towards him. "Hey Juice." I replied as I sat on the table next to him.

"I'm so happy to see you!" He exclaimed, a big goofy smile on his face.

I smiled softly. "You got shot. You remember that?" I asked. He nodded, his eyes heavy.

"Yeah, there's blood all over my clothes." He replied as he started to lift his shirt over his head, but I stopped him.

"That's..probably not the best idea."

He nodded in agreement, as he dropped his shirt back down.

"Oh yeah..Opie. He wouldn't like that. Sorry, forgot about him for a second I guess."

Trust me Juice. There isn't enough drugs in the world to make a person permanently forget about Opie Winston.

I've tried.

"He makes Harley happy. So he's not bad, I guess.." He stated, as he laid his head down on my lap.

He was so high, he seemed to have forgot where he was, or that it was me he was talking to.

I stroked his face, not knowing what else to do.

"I wish I could've made her happy."

He added, I wanted to argue with him, but what was the point? He wouldn't remember any of it.

"But instead I let her go. Which makes the fact that I'm in love with her even worse." He continued, with slurred speech.

My mouth fell ajar, and my eyes widened. Did I hear him right? People keep using those words with me, and I have no idea how to respond. I sat there in shock, and continued to rub his face.

He let out a yawn.

"Don't tell Harley."

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