Shattered

By: Hope

Author's Note: Hey guys! I'm one chapter away from my other story, Drink You Away, being completed. This idea randomly popped in my head and I decided to give it a go. I'll post the first chapter and see what everyone thinks. If you like it, I will continue it. Thanks so much for reading!

Disclaimer: I sadly do not own any of the characters from Suits. Side Note: How exciting is it that the next season is starting in like a week!

Read on :)

Donna stood at the entry of the church. Her heart was pounding. She couldn't stop pacing back and forth which wasn't an easy task considering the weight of the dress she was currently wearing. Her heart was beating almost out of her chest and she couldn't stop thinking. What the hell was she doing?

"Donna, it's time" Abby, Donnas' cute twenty something sister informed her.

"Abby, I need five minutes. Okay?" Donna begged, frantically. She could hear the music playing inside the church.

Abby looked worried in her gray floor length bridesmaid dress. She nodded her head and walked away, giving Donna some space.

She was supposed to be happy, right? People always say their wedding is the best day of their life. Why was she feeling this way? Why did she have so much doubt? In the back of her mind, she knew why but she hated saying it out loud.

She's been dating him for two years. This is the natural progression of relationships, right? This was being an adult. Her mother had been planning this day for the past six months. The guests were waiting for her. He was waiting for her.

She needed to walk down that aisle. She had to. The problem was her legs wouldn't move. Her body knew something her heart and brain had been fighting for months.

She couldn't get married. For one, it was raining. It wasn't even a little rain, it was pouring. You can't have your wedding with this weather.

Stop, Donna. She told herself. She couldn't back out of this. She would disappoint everyone. Not to mention, the talk around town about her. It could potentially tarnish her reputation. She was a lawyer. Her reputation was everything. Hell, he was a lawyer. How would he handle everyone staring at him with sad eyes that his fiancée was a runaway bride?

Nerves were normal. Wedding day jitters was a thing. This was a huge life decision. She had a right to be nervous.

Donna swayed over to the door, where there was a small window. She could do this. This was what she wanted. Needed. Donna took a deep breath. She looked through the window and saw him standing at the altar in his gray suit she picked out. He looked handsome. He looked.. relaxed. Donna looked through the guests and saw Louis, Jessica and Mike sitting in the pews. He wasn't here. She knew he wouldn't be. She didn't even want to send the invitation to him. Her future groom suggested they should invite him despite the fact they both knew he wouldn't show up..

Donna turned around, facing the doors of the church. She could see and hear the rain pouring and hitting the ground.

Without thinking, Donna pulled up her dress. She aggressively threw off her nude heels, grabbing them in her hands from off the floor. She couldn't get married today. Donna noticed the limo waiting outside for when the ceremony was over. She opened the doors and ran outside, grabbing the door to the limo. She scooted her way into the backseat. Her dress was already soaked. She could just imagine how crazy she looked. Her curly hair now wet. Her makeup was probably running. The limo driver looked at her confused from the driver's seat.

"Drive" Donna urged, gently before she had a second to rethink what she was doing. Donna was never one for impulse decisions but this felt right.

She couldn't get married today. Not if she wasn't marrying the right guy.

Harvey walked in the huge classroom. He was wearing jeans and his signature: plaid shirt and a cardigan sweater. Harvey didn't just walk in. He walked like he owned the place. His confidence had went over the line to cocky. It was his last first day at Harvard. He was in his third and final year of law school. This time, next year, He will be a lawyer working in some fancy law firm. He was this close to having his dream career. Harvey took a seat, throwing his messenger bag on the ground.

After three years, Harvey knew everyone in the law program. Everyone here was so competitive. He guessed it was because most were in their mid twenties and still in school. Every student knew the rankings of their fellow classmates. Harvey could care less about rankings but he ensured he was in the top 10 in order to have the best job offers. To him, it didn't matter what your ranking was in college. It was how you did in the real world. Harvey knew he would kick ass in the real world.

Harvey looked up to see a girl with brunette laughing as she walked in. Scottie. Harvey and Scottie had been on and off the past year in a half. She was gorgeous and came from a long line of lawyers in her family who went attended Harvard. She was competitive like no one else he had met. Her current ranking was #2 which she hated with a passion.

The best thing about being on with Scottie was the sex. Even when they were off, the sex was still the best part. Scottie was a relationship kind of girl. Her mom had programmed her to find a guy in law school and get married. Scottie wanted a serious relationship with Harvey but Harvey wasn't ready.

In fact, Harvey wouldn't be ready. Ever.

The rest of the students took their seats as Professor Gerard walked in carrying his briefcase. Harvey was dreading this class. He knew of students who couldn't pass and had to drop out of law school because of this class. Harvey wasn't worried but he didn't get the vibe that the Professor liked him very much. He would have to tone down his cockiness a little. He needed an A in this class to stay in the Top 10.

Harvey was smart, incredibly smart. Law came to him easily. His first year of law school was his worst. He spent too much time making out in the library as opposed to actually studying. Last semester, he had to work his ass off to stay in the Top 10. The only reason he cared was because of Jessica Pearson. His mentor.

Professor Gerard sat his briefcase down. He grabbed a piece of chalk and started writing on the board, "Welcome to Ethics"

Harvey scanned the students and the expression was the same. Terror.

The door to the classroom opened which surprised everyone who glanced their way to the redhead who was walking in.

Harvey immediately made eye contact with the beautiful redhead. Her hair was long and down in waves past her shoulders. Her bangs were in her face, covering her brown eyes. She was wearing jeans, tall tan boots past her knee caps and a black sweater.

Professor Gerard ushered her to him with her arms, he knew who she was. All the students were waiting, trying to find out what was going on while Harvey couldn't stop staring at her ass.

The professor talked to her for a few minutes before they both turned around to face the class of eyes watching them.

"Everyone. Welcome, Donna Paulsen" Professor Gerard announced, with a smile, "She's a third year and has transferred from another college. We are lucky to have her"

Donna gave a small wave to everyone.

A transfer, Harvey thought. There were rarely transfers to Harvard and specifically not during the third year of law school. He was perplexed. In fact, the entire class looked shocked.

"Stop staring, she isn't a zoo animal" Professor Gerard told his students, sternly, "This is an Ethics class. You should already understand the basics including respect" he reprimanded.

Professor Gerard looked over at Donna and gently told her, "Take a seat, Ms. Paulsen"

Donna smiled as she adjusted the bag on her shoulder. She walked up the stairs and decided on a seat which happened to be directly next to Harvey.

He was still staring at her as Professor Gerard started lecturing. She didn't even look over at Harvey as she took out her notebook and a pen, ready to take notes. They were a few rows back, far enough away from the professor.

Harvey looked over at her again before speaking, "Hey"

Donna slowed her pen as she wrote to look over at Harvey. He was cute. Well, he was extremely handsome but in the way her mother warned her about. She was convinced he was probably a douchebag. Guys that looked like him usually were. She was new though and decided the best option was to try to be nice.

"Hi" Donna made eye contact with him quickly and threw him a small smile.

"I'm Harvey. Harvey Specter" He introduced, putting his hand out.

Donna reluctantly shook his hand, " Nice to meet you, Harvey"