That day I was kept in the dark, left in my own thoughts. It was horrible, all I could think about is how I could have avoided all this, every decision in my life lead me to be here at this very moment. If I made a few different choices along the way, I could have been in L.A right now. I could be at the studio, or at home with Camila, cuddling on the bed as we talk about what’s on our minds. Then again I’m not there, I’m not in bed, I’ve been standing, well almost hanging from the ceiling.
I didn’t get a lot of food that day, all I got to eat was some pancakes. It must have been later in the night as it felt like I was there for years before she came in. And afterwards I had passed out, and it was the most uncomfortable sleep anyone could have ever had. I don’t even understand how one can fall asleep like that. I did it though, always leave it to me to sleep in the most horrible positions ever. One thing is for sure though if I spend another day in the pitch black, I’m going to go insane. Today I play by her rules, I’m coming back in here.
“pudddinnnnn!” I hear her sing softly as she opens the door, causing me to squint my eyes. She then turns on the light causing me to groan, and to close my eyes quickly. Fucking hell could of let my eyes adjust from the light from the open door Sheesh. “look at me” she says softly as she cups my cheek. I try to open my eyes, only for me to close them again when I feel the burning sensation in my eyes from the light. “to bright” I say croakily. I didn’t even realise how dry my throat was till I spoke.
“Here drink up” I slowly open my eyes, thankfully I was able to keep them open this time. I see her holding a glass to my mouth. I part my lips slightly, as she tilts the glass up as the water fall into my mouth. We stood there for a minute, while I drink the water, I was only taking sips however. I wanted to savour this water, cause fucking hell my throat needs it. She places the glass by my feet and smiles at me.
She walks behind me and unties the rope, as soon as my arms where realised I fell to the floor. I sigh and rub my wrists to see the bright red mark all along my wrist. I feel Harley pick me up bridal style and walks us through the corridor. She slowly lays me down on the bed I had woken up on yesterday. “wait here puddin, I’m going to make you some breakfast. Remember when you used to make me breakfast in bed before I had to go to work at the asylum.” She brushes the back of her hand down my cheek. I nod, to her delighted she smiled and skips off put the room.
I move myself back and sit up against the head board, I look forward to see a TV that wasn’t there before, but it was the live stream again. I roll my eyes and rubs my wrists as I look down on them. I must have gotten used to the feeling of the rope around my arm, but now the rope is off, I feel the burning sensation on my wrists. I’m definitely not going back in there, the next time I try to escape it needs to be more planned. I need her to trust me, I need to make her believe she has me wrapped around her finger. She’s delusional enough to believe it, she will be the one wrapped around MY finger.
She walks back I’m with a tray, the smell of bacon fills my nose. She places the tray on my lap, it was bacon, eggs, beans and toast. I smile at her softly to say thank you, in response she takes my hand and places a delicate kiss on each of my wrists. I need to make her believe I’m playing her game...
I place a finger under her chin, leading her head towards me as I lean in, kissing her lips softly. Before she can even kiss back I pull away. I feel her eyes stare intensely, I ignore her looks and pick up my knife and fork as I start to eat. “puddin.. stop eating and look at me” I cut off a bit of bacon and put it into my mouth. I’m not stopping for anyone I’m starving. “Now.” She says sternly, but that was the last she ordered me, once she realised I wasn’t going to stop eating.
As soon as I finished she took the tray off me and sat on my lap and places her hands on either side of my head on the headboard. She stares into my eyes and I gulp, causing a smirk form into her mouth. She traces my lips with her fingers. “so what was that kiss?” I shrug slowly. “I felt like it?” I ask more then state. Her smirk only grows bigger “so if I was to just.. I don’t know. Feel like kissing you, I can? Without you throwing a fit?” She asks leaning in.
“of course baby” I play with her hair as I internally cringe. Gain her trust. Trick her. Home free. That’s all I have to do. “I’m yours aren’t I?” I smile sweetly, and I haven’t seen her eyes light up like this in years. Obviously, but I didn’t know it was even possible for her to look so... Innocent? I missed that look, I used to crave, to see her eyes light up like that... It’s almost like it tried to reignite my old feelings for her...
“That’s right puddin.” She jumps up off the bed excitedly “your mine!” she laughs crazily before picking up the tray and running out the room. What did I just do. I didn’t expect her to act like this. I sigh and walk up to the TV, I place my hand on it staring at the comment section. Many people freaking out with what happened, some believe what I did, some realised what I was doing. I see Camila’s name pop up 'its okay, do what you need to' as that comment gets dragged up the chat I follow it with my finger.
“I love you!” I look at one of the cameras and half shout making sure the audio picks it up.
I’ll in your arms soon.
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My god I got so distracted trying to update this, so it may not be that great cause apparently I have the attention span of a puppy. But anyways sorry for the mistakes I’m pretty sure there will be some for the same reason. I love you kittens! Xxxxx
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I Found You (Harley/you)
Fanfiction(based after the events of suicide squad) Y/n once had a relationship if the one and only Harley Quinn, that all ended when Harley's brother drove her insane, and they became the most feared villains in Gotham city. Y/n after the break up focused o...
