When Winter came around, Harley always got clingy. She had the apartment warm and toasty while the hash cold wind blew outside. No matter how cold it got, she was warm with you.

"Ooh, look you're under the mistletoe~!"

Harley squealed, running over to you, pouncing on you, bringing you to the ground with a thud as she showered you in kisses, leaving behind red lipstick. In her eyes, you were all she needed to have a good year. The holiday lights lit the room as the Christmas music played on.