Because I Love You (Harley x Michelle)

Part 1:

(Harley POV)

Y/N and Peter are getting married in two hours. And I can't find the rings anywhere. I looked all over my room, in the pockets of my jeans, I back tracked everywhere I've walked, but I cannot find them. Peter is going to kill me. I'm walking hurriedly down the hallway when I bump into Natasha. "Oh h-hey Nat." I say. She raises an eyebrow. "You okay?" She says. I make an okay sign with my fingers. "Absolutely." I say, not very confidently. She eyes me suspiciously, but let's it go. "You need to go get Peter and Y/N. They need to start getting ready or they'll be late to their own wedding." She laughs. I smile. "Aye aye, Captain." I salute her and then head towards the common room. I meet up with Michelle on the way.

"Hey! Okay, so I have a problem." I say.
"You lost the rings didn't you."
"I didn't lose them, I just misplaced them."
I shrug. She face palms. "Harley. We have got to find them before the wedding starts." She says and grabs my arm to pull me along. She's pretty when she's annoyed. I follow her as we head to the common room. She walks in before me. Y/N and Peter were kissing on the couch.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. No kissing losers. Save that for after you get hitched." She says. I laugh. "Also, the groom, needs to come with me to start getting ready, and just so you know, Natasha sent out that order so don't take long." I smile. Natasha was like one of those tough old ladies. Never tell her I called her an old lady though. She'll drop kick me.

"I knew I would like Black Widow if I met her in person." Michelle laughs. I walk into the kitchen to get a drink. Running around stressing over wedding rings is enough to make somebody drink a lake. Michelle and Y/N were talking about catching the bouquet or something when I walk back in. "Guys! We gotta get ready come on!" I call. Everybody gets in the elevator. Y/N and Peter head off to get dressed, while me and Michelle hang back. "Alright loser, where did you leave the rings?" She says. She doesn't say loser to be mean, she's just used to saying it. "The last place I had them was in the pocket of my jeans. I think. But I already looked there multiple times. They aren't there." I tell her. She grabs my arm and pulls me along again. "Well since you're already in your suit, where did you leave your jeans?" She asks.

"Um, in my room." I say. She rolls her eyes. "Then let's go." She pulls me by my arm and we head up to look.
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We've looked everywhere. We all but turned my room upside down. We looked all over the common floor, we traced my steps all the way around in circles. We looked and looked and I was (and still am) terrified that Michelle was going to murder me. "Where did you put them Harley." She hissed in my ear so Wanda and Pietro wouldn't hear as they passed by us in the hallway. "I don't know Michelle." I whisper back helplessly. "I thought I told you to call me MJ." She crosses her arms. I lean against the wall. "You did, but I like Michelle better. It's pretty. And less like your scary side." I grin. She rolls her eyes but I see a small hint of a smile.

But it's gone almost as fast as it came. Then she goes back to scolding me. I take the time that she was blabbing to look at her. Her, with her dark olive skin, curly dark brown hair, and flaming eyes. And of course a good bit of my staring was at her lips. It definitely isn't an understatement to say I'm crushing on her. Pretty hard. "Harley!" She slaps my arm. I snap out of my staring session. "Hm?" I blink. She glares at me. "Were you even listening to me at all?!" She asks. I smile sheepishly and look down. I feel my face heat up a little. "That's a no isn't it." She says.
"Yeah..."
"Ugh, Harley!"
"What?! I can't help it! You're pretty! And you get prettier when you're mad! Cut a guy a break! I zoned out. It was a weak moment. Sorry." I say, laughing slightly.

She seems to get flustered for a minute.
"I- w-well you're pretty too. Now we have to find the rings! The service starts in fifteen minutes!" She grabs my arm and drags me to the elevator. We get inside and she pushes the button to take us to the first floor. I stick my hands in my pockets. And feel something in them. Two somethings. Two round somethings. I pull them out of my pocket. Both silver wedding bands are safe and sound. "Heyyy Michelle, look!" I hold up the rings. Her jaw drops. "Where did you- what?" She says, baffled. I smile shyly, kind of embarrassed at my stupidity. "They were in my pocket the whole time." I cringe, waiting for her reaction. She blinks. "I don't know whether to kiss you or slap you." She says. I snort. "I would much rather have the kiss." I tease her. The corner of her mouth turns up in a small smirk, and she lightly swats my shoulder. "You wish." She says. I grin.

I could kiss that smirk off her lips. She looks down shyly. I lift her chin with my finger and lean towards her. Our lips are barely an inch apart when she mumbles, "What are you doing loser." Her eyes are fluttering closed. "I'm going to kiss you." I state, closing my eyes too. Her nose brushes mine. I hesitate for a minute, just barely hovering over her lips. Then she leans forward and catches my lips with hers. I put my arms around her waist and pull her closer. She puts her arms around my neck. We stay like that for a few seconds, then the elevator dings, startling Michelle. She jumps out of my grasp and crosses her arms. She gets bashful again and looks down at the floor. I grab her hand. "Come on, we got a crazy bride and groom to take care of." I wink at her. She smiles and we head off to join the whole wedding party.....