Note: I've been in such a blue mood lately and I heard this sentence come along in a beautiful song of a Dutch singer, Douwe Bob. The song, ironically called 'Beautiful" had this line and I decided to make it the tagline of my new story. Look for the song on YouTube, I hope it's there :). I basically neglected a lot of things happening in the show, so if there are any things not in line with the things we've seen – I'm aware of it, ha ha. It's been long since I've been writing and finishing a multiple chaptered story but I will definitely do my best with this one. I'm so in love with Suits and the Harvey/Donna relationship... Enjoy!
Summary: Who is he to give you everything and then throw it all away? – Donna and Harvey met a long time ago. How did they not end up together yet? The past, present and future of Donna and Harvey.

Glory Days

Prologue

12th of November, 2011

Donna spotted Harvey in his office from inside her cubicle. Nothing new about that. She was always able to see exactly what the man was doing and when he was doing so. And although Donna was always happy she could, lately she'd started doubting the efficiency of it. Harvey and her had been friends for years now and Donna knew both of them were delighted with the way they were able to work together. Lately, however, Donna couldn't help but feeling those lingering, nostalgic butterflies deep down in het stomach that had actually never truly gone away. Donna had been great in hiding them. So had Harvey.

The couples interaction usually caused people around them to ask questions. Finishing each other's sentences, working late night after night, knowing each other better then they knew themselves… It was obvious to most; Donna Paulsen and Harvey Specter loved each other. People would never bother Harvey with their speculations though. They would always come and ask her. And Donna always denied. She always laughed it off, telling people they were being silly and that they were just great friends.

And indeed, the they were great friends. But Donna knew she loved Harvey more then she could ever love any other man. She tried to hide it from everyone, including herself. It was getting harder and harder to let herself believe she didn't love Harvey though. Nostalgic memories of the two of them back in the day popped up more and more. Memories of the two of them, sitting against the wall in Donna's former place, a bottle of scotch in front of them, almost empty. Memories of them laughing louder then ever over some stupid joke Harvey had made. Those were cute, innocent memories though. But the memories of the two of them roughly kissing in the tiny little file room was a little less innocent though. The quick kisses they would steal when no one was watching. The two of them in Harvey's bed, their limbs tangled in his perfectly white sheets. The two of the passionately making love. Yes, those memories were not so innocent.

She had always been able to suppress those feelings quite well. She had always been able to tell herself she would eventually find another man. A man she would love more then she loved Harvey. A man who was more handsome, more charming, more fun and more passionate then Harvey. It had all been bullshit. Donna had been dating occassionally. None of the men ever came close to Harvey Specter. Yes, most of them had been handsome. They had been charming, fun, sweet and smart. But none of them were Harvey.

Lately, Donna had been realizing time was catching up with her. She was getting older. Life was getting shorter. Spending every single day with him in the office wasn't good enough for her anymore. She wanted him. Her heart, her head, her soul… It was all longing for her and Harvey to be together. To share every single aspect of their lives together.

A sigh escaped from Donna's lips when she realized it had been minutes since she'd been actually doing work. It had been past 8 p.m. . Maybe she should just go home. But that would definitely make Harvey sense something was wrong; they never left the office without the other. Donna briefly closed her eyes before looking at Harvey again, sitting in his office, looking through some files. Yes, that cubicle… That cubicle made it even harder to not think about Harvey in a romantic way.