• harihar oneshots •

• hideout •

word count: (old: 943 / new: 1172)
genre: fluff

summary:

harley kept tossing and turning on his bed, he cannot sleep at all. he got up and decided to take some fresh air.

by doing that, he got into a strange situation.

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author's note:

my first harihar fanfic, lmao.

edit: i'm deeply apologize on the bad writing. lmao

so, i edited it a tiny bit.

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Tonight is pretty calming, the wind flows pretty chilly. And the way that the moonlight shines through inside a window of someone's room.

Inside that said room, there's a young lad. That lad can't seem to fall asleep, he keeps looking for a comfortable position to sleep in, and nothing seems to be working.

He tried his usual hobbies, like... studying spells, planning future pranks for his sister, playing with his cards until he gets bored, nothing.

Nothing worked.

So, here he is, on his bed staring emotionless at the ceiling.

"Why can't I sleep?"

He ruffled his curly hair in frustration. This is so stupid, when he needed badly to sleep his head just suddenly bombard his with useless information!

"I need something else to do..."

He grumbled and clutched his clean bedsheets with anger.

"What else is there?"

He turned sideways once again, he closed his eyes as he attempted to actually gather some sleep he needed for tomorrow.

His remained eyes opened.

Screw it.

"I guess... some fresh air will do."

He got up from his bed and rubbed his eyes to clear up his vision. He grabbed his pair of flip-flops and headed out.

He quietly walked out from his room, each step is delicately placed, and it's echoing through the empty hallways.

Waking up his older sister is the least thing he wants to happen right now. Yes, he does prank her for fun, but in the middle of the night? No. He's really not in the mood to do it.

Finally, he passed walking through the seemingly many rooms of their house, I mean who could blame them? he's a noble. He reached through the doorknob and went outside.

The scenery of the backyard is so stunning, especially in the night. Like the way that the stars and the moon gives out light.

And the flowers, oh yes, the flowers looked so vibrant, and it somehow gives life even in the dark.

But, all of this is too bright for him today, so he chose to ignore it and continued.

Their backyard somehow connects to a small forest, which conveniently has a clearing in the middle of it.

He kept walking, and finally, he reached his destination.

His little hideout.

The place where he re-collects his own thoughts.

Where he daydreams.

Where he feels safe.

So safe.