Hi lovely humans!! (side note : sorry I've been awol for ages) So this story will be a collection of moments from Darvey's storyline, each one will be posted as a one shot and the titles are the names of songs I'd like it if you listened to while you read. Anyway, this first one is dedicated to EMMY because it's her birthday today, and I don't really have words for how great she is and how much I appreciate her, so actions speak louder than words I guess. Happy birthday Daddy Em
And I hope the sun shines
And it's a beautiful day
And something reminds you
You wish you had stayed
You can plan for a change in weather and time
But I never planned on you changing your mind
He groaned quietly, the soft vibrations from his phone rousing him from his sleep. Opening one eye, he smiled despite his tiredness at the redhead beside him, breathing even and body unconsciously curled against him. Everything in him screamed to go back to sleep, tighten his arm around her and breathe her in, but his gut told him to answer his phone. He reached out with his free hand, pulling his phone towards him and checking his caller ID - Marcus. Reasons why Marcus could be calling him at the ridiculous time of 1:58 ran through his mind, and he untangled himself from Donna and entered the kitchen.
"Marcus, make it quick, I'm..." He glanced towards Donna's bedroom, a small smile gracing his face, "Busy."
"Yeah, can you bail me out?" Harvey heard his brother ask in a flat voice.
"What the fuck did you do, Marcus?" He hissed, brow furrowing.
"There was a fight at the casino. No big deal, bro. Just need you to bust me out."
"You told dad you weren't going to do this anymore." The older brother sighed, exhausted with his sibling's behaviour.
"Which is why I can't ask him. Please, Harv, some shit is going down here and I need you to come get me."
The subtle panic in Marcus' voice jolted Harvey, and he started pulling his clothes on as fast as he could, "I'll be there in twenty minutes."
As he rushed out of Donna's apartment, he felt a surge of guilt and disappointment at leaving her side so soon, consoling himself by deciding he would send her a message when he could. He glanced to the right of him for the final time, smiling again at the silhouette of his partner in crime and the glint of her copper hair.
She awoke a considerable amount of time later, still suitably exhausted from their activities the night before. She scrunched her face slightly as she stretched, rolling over to put her hand upon Harvey's chest, only opening her eyes when her fingertips hit the cold sheets beside her. Her heart clenched uncomfortably as she realised that he'd left, but her muscles relaxed as she saw his dress shirt draped over her chair. Donna padded over to the garment and slipped it on, buttoning it loosely as she decided to attempt to make them breakfast for when he returned. She drifted around her kitchen, humming one of their favourite records as she formed a stack of pancakes, drizzling maple syrup and whipped cream over them as she waited for his arrival.
It was almost two hours later when she resigned herself to the hard truth that he simply wasn't coming back. She'd tried to distract herself, showering, shaving and moisturising before doing an embarrassingly happy dance around her apartment to some record he gave her a while back. The happiness fades as time went on, though, different scenarios running through her head as she tried to make excuses about why he hadn't returned. She wanted to call him, ask where he was and when he was coming back, but she wouldn't allow herself to sink that low. Donna Paulsen never called a guy first. But, then again, she'd never wanted to. Not like this, a desperate tug on her heart telling her to call, to let him ease the consuming doubt and wrap her in the safe blanket of content she had felt such a short time ago. Yet, she didn't. She sat on the floor wearing his clothes, feeling more pathetic than she'd felt since high school for letting herself get so hung up on someone. She couldn't be sure, but she guessed that the tears stopped sometime between throwing the pancakes in the trash and singlehandedly finishing a pint of ice cream. She'd like to say that she was strong enough to have made pancakes since. She'd be lying if she did.
And I'll go sit on the floor
Wearing your clothes
All that I know is that
I don't know how to be something you miss
So... that's chapter 1! Another big happy birthday to the birthday gorl, I hope you liked it! Reviews are greatly appreciated, and if you want to see any specific scenes let me know in the reviews! Chapter 2 will be up ASAP
