Mike had always imagined Harvey's power came from his hair; that Harvey was Samson and no pillars could stop him. Harvey's hair was magnificent - it made him larger than life, a force to be reckoned with. People sat up and payed attention when Harvey talked, hung onto his every word.
Harvey without perfect hair was a sham. That was not the real Harvey. That was a Harvey that existed in a different dimension, where he rescued kittens from trees while helping old ladies across the street and making soup for the homeless. That Harvey could love Mike. But that was not the Harvey that Mike had fallen in love with and that was not the Harvey that Mike wanted to fall in love with him.
No. There was only perfectly put together Harvey. Perfectly coiffed, every hair in place, every emotion kept in check Harvey was the one he had, the one he loved. But sometimes, if Mike was feeling brave, he thought about that other Harvey, that shorn Samson. He thought about that Harvey, and fell a little more in love with the one he had.
A/N: Hello, lovely reader! This was inspired by Regina Spektor's Samson, and every time I hear that song, I think of this.
Anyway, this is my first fan fic ever so please, please, please review. ..Not that I'm desperate or anything.
But really, reviews would be greatly appreciated, as I'm completely new at this. Be gentle please!