~~~Harley's P.O.V~~~

"Harley..?"

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"Harls?"

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"... Are you still living?"

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"No.." I mumbled softly into my pillow, tightly wrapping my arms around it.

"Wake up, it's late.."

"Time is relative." I grumbled softly.

I felt a soft weight on my back as I coughed a bit at the impact. "Okay, first of all, you weigh like, zero pounds. Second off, get off my back."

I heard him laugh as he flopped beside me, I raised my head, looking at him, trying to muster an annoyed expression before we both burst into laughter. I gently wrapped my arms around his waist pulling him against my chest.

"Harls, it's already really late!"

"Let us be late." I mumbled against his head, snuggling against him.

He grumbled softly but snuggled against my neck. We both stayed in that position for a bit, letting the silence flood over us.

"Does it mean a lot to you to be on time?"

"No, I just wanted to get you up." He responded.

"Thanks for waking me up, Joel. Even if um- I don't like mornings." I teased gently poking his sides, receiving a soft laugh.

"Always count on me for that." He beamed a bit as I sat up stretching a bit.

Oh, right. That lovely man is my soulmate. No, I'm not delusional. And no, the idea isn't ludicrous. This is a world, where when you turn 18 the last words of your soulmate to you, in their handwriting will appear.. Um.. anywhere? I guess. Since I'm one year older than little Mr. Prince, I found out he was my soulmate first.

It was probably the best day of my life.

I stood in front of the mirror, he was upset that I didn't tell him beforehand, but also relieved that it was me..

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I stared in the mirror at the mark on my chest. Along with the scars, it just looked like a weird tattoo, in Joel's handwriting..
But that was the least of my concerns..

Truly it was the words that scared me..

'Please don't go... Don't leave me.. You are my world..'

I swallowed hard, running a hand over them.

In what situation would I have to be in for me to want to leave him? I was scared of showing him everything at once.. But why was that the only concern...

"Harley? Where are you?"

I swallowed hard before throwing on a hoodie, looking towards the door.

"In my room..?"

The door swung open as I took in his tired state. He looked distraught, worried, and of course he looked longing.

"Happy Birthday!" I said even though it just turned 12:30.

"Don't you happy birthday me, Harls." He grabbed one of my pillows softly smacking me with it.

"Prejidigious like that isn't very becoming of you, my friend!" I shot out.

He glared at me, though I could tell it was fake, his smile never left his face, before he smacked me with the pillow again, throwing it back on the bed

"Uh-Oh, the Prince is angry at me." I teased, before I noticed him tense up. I swallowed hard after seeing that.

He never cared for that nickname, he liked it but he never tensed up at it.. He turned away from me lifting up his sleeve before exhaling.

"Don't say that again, p-please.." He sounded nervous, almost like it pained him to say it.

"Did I do something wrong..?"

We both stayed silent, before he looked at me. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I was worried.. You do remember who I am? Harley, the dumbass who is really irresponsible and probably is on the watchlist of the NSA? Right?"

He laughed a bit, looking up at me, his smile soft and sweet. "We could've known a long time ago, Harls.. You know I care about you...? Right?" I smiled.

"Hearing you say it would be nice." I said. He stared at me as his expression fell a bit. He stared down at the ground slightly shaking.

"Joel..? What's wrong..?"

"Nothing..."

"Joel."

"I mean it.. Just.. nothing..."

"Do I have to fill in the blanks again..?"

"No, you don't I'm just... I don't... I can't.."

I gently gripped his arms, locking our fingers together.

"I guess I'll just have to fill them in.. Joel.. My prince... I lo-"

"NO"

I was startled as his hands covered my mouth before I could even get a word out, I stumbled back onto my bed, my heart racing.

"A-Are you trying to send me into an early grave!" Joel exclaimed... but something was wrong... He was scared...

"I don't know what the hell you're on about now. Joel, now. What's wrong?" I seriously said as I got up staring him down.

He said nothing, instead he lifted his sleeve to show me the words scrawled out on his arm.

'My Prince.. I love you'

I stayed silent, as I pulled his sleeve back down.

"Joel, that doesn't mean anything. I won't have a fucking anyrusm if I say it now, that could mean any time."

"I- I don't want you to say it... Harley..."

"Joel..."

I gently rubbed my hand over his knuckles, trying to find a way to calm him down, if that was even possible..

"I want you to swear not to say it."

"What?"

He looked up at me, tears flooding his eyes.

"Please, never say it.. If you don't- don't say it.. Maybe.."

"Okay hold on, I think you're blowing this outta proportion.. I don't think I'm going to die if I say it."

"Harley."

I exhaled softly. I didn't want to argue over this... but.. It was Joel.. I knew he had his mind made up... I gently ran a thumb across his cheek.

"Fine... I won't say it.."

"... Thank you.."

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I walked down stairs yawning groggily.

No matter what, I was always tired.

Why?

Meh.

Didn't care enough to research.

"Need your daily dose of coffee?"

"If it can be shot into my bloodstream, then yes, sure."

He slightly tilted his head to the side. "That's not possible, is it?

I shrugged.

"Aren't you supposed to be some science nerd?" He asked setting a mug in front of me. I smiled a bit before wrapping an arm around his waist.

"Theoretically yes, to both questions you asked." I gently kissed his nose before he spun out of my embrace.

"But no. I can't, doctors don't recommend injecting acid into your bloodstream, I mean, might be cool, but then you might die."

"Mm.."

I took a sip from my coffee before yawning again.

"Your yawning more than usual.."

"It's just a case of myself getting woken up by you, you gremlin." I grumbled before sticking out my tongue at him.

He laughed softly, gently wrapping his arms around my shoulders. "My pr-.... ... Um.." I cleared my throat quickly before pecking his cheek. "I very much appreciate you."

He frowned a bit.

"I'm sorry! I slipped, I didn't mean to almost say it." I said tightly wrapping my arms around him. "I'm sorry.."

We both stayed silent before sighing and letting each other hug gently.

"I know... I'm the one who should be sorry... I'm denying you saying 5 words put together.." He mumbled into my chest.

"Shhhh... You aren't denying me shit."

He stayed silent, I gently rubbed his back, letting out a sigh. "If it really bothered me, I would've just told you.. I also would've just ignored you, Prince.."

He sunk into my arms, sighing softly. "Besides, I have plenty of other ways to show you how much you mean to me.." I mumbled, gently placing a kiss on his lips.

He smiled at me, his head once again going back to rest on my chest, as I stroked his hair gently and calmly.

I already knew it.

Like any fact written in a book.

Like I knew my name.

Like I knew his name.

Like I knew that the sky was blue and the sun shined bright.

I loved him.

More than anything else in this world.. I wasn't going to ever forget it. I wasn't ever going to forget that he meant the world to me. Because I loved him. More than anything or anyone else.

I don't ever want to give him a reason to doubt it..

"Can you get up, though..? You're crushing my arm."

"I thought you said I didn't weigh anything."

"I did say that."

"You did."

"But my arm fell asleep, and my coffee is getting cold, move."

"Fine..."

I kissed his face all over after he got up.

"I'll give you cuddles later, I promise."

"Okay," He kissed me back before we dozed off into mindless conversations, that meant nothing, but each carried its own weight after another.

eND oF pART u N o
Yes this will at least be three parts, :3
Btw this is based on a really heartbreaking KuroKen fanfic that I read last night, so ye-