Hey Everyone!

Here's your extra fast update! And I do apologize for it being short, but it's still sweet. Any who, a lot of people have asked me how many chapters are left in TAOP. To be honest, I'm not sure how many there will be. But I know I want to at least get past 35 chapters, but with the length that I'm posting chapters, the story may round up to 40-45. But to me, it doesn't matter about the length of the chapters, just as long as the story is told in its entirety.

Enjoy!

P.S. Disclaimer: I don't own Suits!


"Hi," Max said softly into the phone after the fourth ring.

She had gotten out of bed, a soft light emanating from her lamp that sat on the night table. Her duvet was askew along her bed as she stood by the window, looking out in the Manhattan night. Her house was filled with the light of the full moon, giving her home a sad tint to it, which Max summed it up to the environment mimicking her emotions. Her bare legs felt cold at that moment, as did her backside. It was then when she realized that she felt cold because Harvey wasn't there to keep her warm. Nor was he there to have him taint everything she owned with his scent; his manly, musky scent.

Speaking of Harvey, he also stood, at the door of his balcony, pacing against the wall in agitation. The man had been unnerved lately, which he soon realized that he hadn't seen Max, the beautiful woman who had plagued his mind. He hadn't touch Max, the soft skin and silky hair she had, or smelled her, the comforting scent of vanilla. It was her that kept him going through the day, knowing that if he'd call her, she'd answer him.

"Hi," Harvey said, stuffing his hands in his suit pants. He had no energy to change at that moment. All her focused on was Max.

"Long day?" She asked him, noticing the strain in his voice.

"If I use it as an excuse, then yes," he said tiredly, knowing completely why he was so exhausted.

"Any news on Klades?" Harvey said, leaning against the window.

She sighed, resting her head on the window, "No. Either Oliver's underground, or dead. Either way, there is no paper trail."

"Hopefully he's found soon, I don't want this stress on you."

Max bit her lip, trying to hide her smile, "Likewise."

Her eyes trailed the tops of the buildings, "Harvey, if you find him before me, please be careful."

"I always am," he said as he loosened his tie.

"I mean it Harvey," she said sternly, getting up from the window, "Karly said that her father wasn't mentally stable the last time she saw him. Said that he snapped."

He rolled his eyes, "Babe, I'll be fine."

She contained her fluttering heart. God damn Harvey and that word.

"Max, I will be fine. Trust me," he said solemnly, noticing she was quiet on the other side of the line.

"I know you will," she smiled to herself, hoping Harvey would notice.

There was silence on the line, as Harvey unbuttoned the sleeves on his shirt as Max sat in bed. She took comfort that Harvey was listening to everything she was doing; the movement of the blankets, her sighs of content, her breaths softly filling the receiver. She also heard Harvey's breath, his slight grunts as he removed every garment slowly. It was the intimacy they needed. Their love was so powerful, so needy. Max knew she could stand by herself, but she didn't want to. She wanted Harvey beside her. Harvey wanted her beside him.

He was just being a pussy.

"I miss you," she said, sitting on her bed, a pillow being her only comfort.

Harvey stopped, his hands still on the hem of his night shirt as he slowly pulled the cloth over his torso. After everything, putting through the worst thing he could possibly do to his woman, she still missed him.

He smiled sadly.

"I miss you too."

She inhaled deeply, hoping to find some clarity, "Did you tell Donna yet?"

Harvey felt sheepish, "I was hoping you would do that."

"Oh God no," Max laughed, "I want to keep all of my fingers, Harvey."

"I would like to keep all of my appendages too, one in particular," the brunette man said, smiling as his eyes crinkled in happiness.

"It is a work of art," she playfully threw into the conversation.

"Why thank you, I'll take that as a greatly appreciated compliment."

Her giggle filled Harvey's ear, causing his chest to lighten. He felt at ease, knowing that she still was capable of being happy. He hadn't hurt her as much as he thought. It still didn't change the fact that he hurt her. Harvey sat on the couch, reaching over the leather, expecting his hand to be enclosed in hers. God, he missed her.

Just do it, God damn it.

She sobered, sighing happily.

"You okay, babe?" He asked her softly.

Her head leaned against the headboard.

"I will be," Harvey could barely hear it, but it turned the corner of his mouth slightly up. He imagined her cuddled on the couch, or her bed, staring out at the night sky. It was a beautiful night out, and he knew for a fact that the weather and the city lights would put Max in a good mood.

"You get some rest, alright? You need sleep."

She laughed, "So do you, Harvey."

But I'm not going to anytime soon, he thought bitterly.

"I'll try," was the best response he could come up with.

Her free arm clutched over her stomach, trying to banish the hollow feeling growing inside.

"Night, Harvey," she said sadly, keeping her eyes shut as she held back the tears.

She could hear Harvey struggling to find the right words, trying to find a way to break out of the block he had been hidden on. She heard the slight grunt in the back of his throat, and the frustrated sigh he let out. She could imagine him now; his hand roughly grasping on the roots of his hair, trying to relieve any stress he had. He knew he would only amplify it more, knowing he had full control to let his feelings shine through.

"Goodnight babe," he whispered.

She ended the call, placing the phone on her chest as she stared out the window from her bed. She hated this. She hated being cold at night. She hated sleeping alone, without Harvey's arms keeping her safe. She punched her pillow before burrowing her head in the it, hiding her face. She didn't know how long she could last without Harvey. But she needed to hear it. It was her safety net. She wasn't going to give in until Harvey said it. She knew he loved her, so why couldn't he say it?

She closed her eyes, hoping to sleep.

Harvey flopped on the couch, praying that something at least decent was on his satellite television. He knew that if his eyes shut, he'd wake up searching for Max. Looking at the bed, Harvey couldn't help but hate the feeling of loneliness, without having Max in his arms. That bed wasn't meant for him anymore. It was meant for him and her. He rested his pyjama clad legs on the ottoman, trying to get comfortable.

He closed his eyes, hoping to sleep.


Oliver Klades was not supposed to be here.

He wasn't at all. This wasn't where he was supposed to be.

And yet, he sat there. And he waited.

This was a bad idea.

But it was his fault. He didn't help.

So he'd wait.

He'd make him suffer.

Just like he did.

Just like Karly did.

So he sat there.

And waited.


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xoxo N.