Hello, loves! So this is my first ever fanfic, I hope it does the ship justice! I understand it's quite a short start but the idea is to do a chapter Harley based/following Harley and then from Pamela's. Reviews/Criticism/Suggestions are very welcome, please and thankyou! Hope you enjoy! Any feedback will be majorly appreciated to know how i'm getting on with this thing! Thanks again!
Harley: One
The alarm rang again, through her room, after being snoozed twice.
She rubbed the sleep dust from her lengthy blonde eyelashes.
Harleen stretched her arms, her eyes scrunching at the want to stay asleep. She then slumped forward, her legs dangling from the edge of her unmade queen sized bed. She didn't have a queen sized bed from desire of wanting to share it with another, but because she loved to spread out and because it made herself a 'queen', a thing she was not often treated as.
She revealed her beryl eyes to her room and patted her phone to stop the alarm.
She swung her legs back and forth a few times, her inner child showing, before she brang herself to her feet and hit play on her stereo to listen to melodies whilst she got dressed. Although melodies was probably not the best choice in words with the sweet tweeting of birds bled out by preppy punk measure.
she slipped into her floral lace underwear, which she would be mortified for anybody to see, as Harleen, although incredibly intellectual, could also be seen as a class A hardass because of the crowd who she hung around with. Harleen was misunderstood because of situations and people who she became involved with, when really she was incredibly intelligent and charming.
She whistled in the mirror as she tightened the bunches in her platinum hair, lined her eyes and painted her lips with her signature maroon shade. She liked her makeup smokey and dark but regardless of her sultry makeup tastes, her baby-like features still showed through, which made her adorable.
Before leaving her house to start her morning walk to her high school, Harley swung her studded leather backpack around one arm and grabbed a vermillion, perfectly shaped apple and dug her teeth in and out.
Chewing on the sweet snack, she shouted "Have a good day", inelegantly to her mother upstairs as she took off, through the front door of the Quinzel residence.
It was a nice day, not too hot. a gentle warm breeze. Leaves fell across the streets of Gotham. It was autumn.
The platinum blonde bombshell was taking her usual route to her high school, biting and sucking every last drop of juice from her apple.
She looked across the street to admire the house which she normally would gaze at, each day she walked to school. Taking the opportunity of having some extra time to get to her destination, she stopped, pulling out her one step polaroid camera. Harley had always enjoyed her photography class and enjoyed the idea of capturing beautiful scenes or moments, to keep.
The house, against all in the street, which mostly laid bare and dull, was beautifully decorated, head to toe, in ivy and ruby red roses. The house always stood florid to Harley but this time of year, when every other plant decayed in this side of town, the leaves of this house stayed firmly fresh and emerald.
As Harley weighted her finger onto the button, to capture the house within her shot, a redheaded girl came through the door.
Her hair hung in silky cherry curls and she wore a strappy, viridescent summer dress. Her lips were painted with the sweetest wine red. For a split second Harley had looked at her like she were a pure masterpiece. She couldn't help but look at the girls peachy skin and compare it to her own milky white complexion.
Panicking that the girl may have seen her, Harley quickly dived behind a hedge.
Fuck. How embarrassing, Harley had thought, as she stashed the camera, along with her new photograph, into her backpack.
She had never seen the girl before, she must have recently moved to Gotham and come to think of it, it had only been recently that Harley had noticed the growth of life on the house, like her moving here had brang the building back to its glory days.
How great, she thought, a new girl has moved here and is probably going to start attending my high school. She has started her first day thinking that she already has a stalker in this town. And its me.
She put her hand to her face.
She was disrupted from her reflection once she heard a familiar voice shout over to her. She shook her head and looked upwards to see none other than Jack Kane, her on and off boyfriend across two years.
He beeped his horn over at her and continued.
"Harl? Where the hell you been? Did you forget I was driving you today? I've been all across the neighborhood."
Harley dived forward, her cheeks glowing as she got into the passenger seat of the car and fastened her seatbelt.
"We can talk while you drive, can we please just go quickly?"
"Whatever" Jack scoffed as he revved the engine of his green Mercedes Roadster.
As they drove off Jack blared his music through the neighbourhood and Harley's bunches waved through the wind, as they drove past the mystery redhead.
Harley looked in her backpack, at the photograph. Her eyes flitted between the house and the unnamed girl. She looked at the detail on the bricks, the roses and the- Ivy! She thought. Until I know otherwise, she will be called Ivy.