Harvey couldn't help but notice that his feelings for Mike were the same intensity today as they were that first day in the interview room. He had known Mike was different, but he couldn't quite pinpoint how at the time.
Now, 5 years later, looking down the isle to see his lover, best-friend, confidant and soon-to-be-husband waiting for him, he could tell you all the thousands of ways that Mike was different.
He could see right through Harvey and his 'I don't care' charade.
He was probably the only person to completely knock down all of Harvey's protective walls.
He was the only person who could make Harvey feel like a teenager head-over-heels in love. The only person who could make him feel like the world suddenly went in slow-motion; that nothing else mattered except for Harvey and Mike and what movie they were going to cuddle up on the couch and watch next. Or whose turn it was to do the dishes, when they both knew they'd both be covered in soapy bubbles by the end of the ordeal. Or who'd walk the dog when, in the end, they'd end up walking him together.
But, the one way that made Mike different than anyone and everyone was that he was the only person Harvey really and truly cared for. Harvey would sacrifice anything to be with Mike and make him happy. All he's wanted since he realized what his feelings for Mike were was to spend the rest of his life with him, to be able to one day build a stable life together, to lie in bed all day and just cuddle and share sweet, lazy kisses while watching Star Wars, to grow old and happy together, to just spend every moment of every day with him.
Once Harvey made it to the altar and had Mike's hands in his, he knew that his life was going exactly as planned. This was how his life was supposed to work out from the beginning. And everything felt right. Like all of the rough patches of both of their lives, the hopelessness in love and feeling like everything is going opposite of what you want, had lead to this particular moment. Looking and admiring Mike's brand new wedding tuxedo, freshly dry-cleaned because they had had ten too many dress-up adventures that resulted in both of their clothes winding up on the floor and their bodies elegantly intertwined with each other. Looking at Mike, with their hands intertwined, like he was the only person in the world, and seeing the feeling reciprocated in Mike's eyes, this is where his life has lead him. To this moment.
"I do."
"I do."
First fic/drabble. Ever. Don't maul me.