-set directly after season 8.07
Hungover
Harvey's whole head seemed like it going to blast, his whole body felt sore and stiff. He already knew, when he would open his eyes, he would find himself in a rather unpleasant situation. But he decided short and painful was the best option, slowly he opened his eyes and sat himself straight on his bed.
However the minute he did, he wished he wouldn't have, because he was not alone. The blond lawyer next to him was lying across his bed, drooling on his sheets.
What the hell happened?
The last thing he remembered was sitting in the office drinking drinks with Donna and Samantha, but then Donna left.
He sat there in shock, he now felt even worse then when he woke up. The only thing he found himself able to do was shake Samantha hardly, because he needed answers. And frankly he had no answeres himself.
"Go away" Samantha complained.
"Samantha wake the hell up!" Harvey yelled, his voice shaking with frustration.
Her whole body yerked up next to him, her eyes going wide by her sight.
"Shit" Samantha muttered under her breath.
"Do you have any idea what happened?" Harvey asked clenching his jaw.
"No, not really" She admitted.
"But ther is no way, I mean we didn't, that wouldn't-" He started rambling.
"Oh god no!" Samantha exclaimed.
"You don't think?"
"Believe me we did not" She assured him.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, first of we have clothes on, second of I am pretty gay..." She answered bluntly.
"You what?" Harvey asked surprised.
"I am gay"
"Oh...well I guess we are more alike then I thought"
"Are you saying that you are gay?" She asked bemused.
"No...I meant you liking women, me liking women...Okay nevermind"
"Damn, how did we even end up so drunk?"
"Oh I remember something!" Harvey said now a little more excited.
"So what, you are really telling me you never slept with Donna?" Samantha asked in disbelief.
"I never did"
"Never ever?"
"Once" He admitted, he was a little to drunk and a little to desperate.
He never talked about his love life, but since Louis made him go to his Therapist, he felt odly talk-active.
"Oh my god, I knew it!"
"But it isn't like that, for her anyway" Harvey said, sounding like a whiney child.
"Wait a minute"
"what?"
"You gotta be kidding me" Samantha chuckled.
"What is it?" Harvey asked now more annoyed.
"You are in love with her!" She said, it wasn't a question.
Harvey just bumped his head up and down, surrendering to the fact, that he was in love with Donna Paulson.
"Well welcome to the club of the hopelessly madly in love ones"
Harvey rewinded the whole thing for Samantha, a blush creeping on his face.
"It still doesn't shock me" She said teasingly.
"Wait, you told me you were in love with someone- Who is it?" Harvey asked curiously.
"I can't tell you that"
"Sure you can"
"What, are you caring suddenly about gossip?"
"No, I don't care, but I still want to know"
"I am sorry but I just can't-"
"Please, I won't tell, you are fine...Unless it's Donna...That would make this a little difficult"
"It's not Donna" She assured him laughing.
"Could you not laugh so loud?" Harvey complained, rubbing his forehead.
"Sorry"
"Okay, so who is it?"
"I am still not gonna tell you"
"Okay I'll guess...Do I know her?"
"Yes"
"Gretchen? No she wouldn't be you type" He answered himself, "Katrina?" Harvey suddenly asked.
It was the easiest guess for him, he didn't really know any other women's names, so it must be.
The flushed face told him everything...
"Why aren't you?" Harvey asked intrigued.
"She is hung up on some Brian guy..." Samantha said visibly frustrated.
"Sucks" Harvey muttered.
Before they could talk anymore, the sound of the apartment door opening shallowed through Harvey's condo.
"Shit" Harvey grooned.
"Who is it?" Samantha asked him irritated.
"Donna"
"Donna?"
"Yes" He confirmed once again.
They both looked at each other in realisation, she is going to think they sept together.
"Harvey?" Donna's voice drung through the bedroom door.
Before they could even attempt to make them look a little less like 'we just had sex',Donna opened the bedroom door.
Every one from the three people stared at each other with wide eyes, nobody in any way ready to say anything. Donna looked through and through horrified.
"It isn't what it looks like" Samantha tried weakly.
But She knew that was the cheepest excuse, and when someone said that, most of the time it was exactly what it looks like.
"I am going home" Donna anaunced coldly and left the room before either of them could protest.
Harvey looked like someone just beat him up.
"Why does she even have a key?" Samantha asked.
"She just does" Harvey said with a big sigh.
How was he supposed to make this right again?
to be continued...
Short first chapter, I tried something diffrent...
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