Chapter 4 - Thank God for Poor Battery Life

Within minutes, he had plugged in his cell phone to charge on the counter in the kitchen. Maybe that was rightly timed? He thought. The scotch had already guided his mind to type back a witty reply about missing her. Of course he had missed her - nothing had been the same since she had left. At that moment, he felt himself thanking his iPhone for its pathetic excuse for battery life before he had said something he meant, but would have ultimately regretted.

Telling Donna how he felt, regardless of whether she was stood in front of him or online, had never been one of his strong points.

Breaking him out of his bubble of self torture, a sharp knock echoed from his apartment door. Then again.

'Hold on,' he muttered as he brushed his hand up through his hair and walked across to open it. After seeing who it was, and also feeling slightly relieved it wasn't someone else, he let out a sigh.

'Shouldn't you still be grovelling at Jessica's feet?' he left the door open as an invitation for Mike to come in as he walked back into his apartment. 'What do you want Mike?'

'Firstly, Jessica didn't need those files, you were just trying to get rid of me and secondly, Rachel sent me over as we're concerned about you...'

Harvey turned slowly and looked at him, a smirk gradually spread across his face and he nodded towards the chair, motioning for him to sit. He passed Mike a clean scotch glass from the side table and generously tipped his Macallan, half filling it.

'Concerned?' Harvey stifled a laugh as he sat opposite Mike on the couch. 'Really? What are you concerned about? The fact that I have a nosey, annoying junior partner who teeters on the edge of being fired by me on a daily basis?'

'Ha ha,' Mike swigged his drink at the same time as eyeballing his friend. 'You'd never fire me, I make you look too good.'

Harvey smiled, enjoying the distraction with Mike, as for that second he had forgotten about his phone, which still sat charging on the kitchen sideboard.

'So,' Mike began, 'When were you going to tell me you were now friends with Donna on Facebook?'

Harvey was slightly taken aback, he wasn't expecting that. He knew Mike was at his apartment, checking on him, as he knew what day it was, but as for the friend request...

'What?' Harvey started to act nonplused.

'Come off it Harvey, don't you realise that I get a notification if I get two mutual friends who are now friends?' He smiled at the thought of him knowing something Harvey didn't.

Mike waited for his friend's witty comeback or reply, but instead Harvey had suddenly caught up with what Mike had said.

'You are friends with Donna on Facebook? Since when?' His voice strained, slight jealousy or even a feeling of insecurity, he wasn't sure, rose through his body.

'I was her friend too you know Harvey, before all that shit during that time. I cared about her too, but I wasn't a self righteous dick who pretended she didn't exist because I was too afraid to thank her or tell her how I felt!'

'I'm sure Rachel would have something to say about that...' Harvey tried to steer his comment towards a joke, but Mike didn't respond.

Harvey leaned back in defeat on the couch, flopping his right palm of his hand loudly down onto the arm of the chair.

'Four goddamn years Mike. Four years! How did I let it go for so long?' He broke, Mike was now the one person he could talk to like this, before, it used to be Donna. Before the shit hit the fan. Before his narcissistic tendencies overruled their friendship. Their relationship. 'She's back in New York Mike.'

'I know. She called Rachel earlier.'

'She sent me a message, saying she missed me... I mean, what the hell am I meant to do with that?'

'Have you replied?'

'No, I was going to but the battery went,' Harvey gestured over towards where his phone was charging. He knew by now that there would be a sufficient amount of charge to have sent that reply he had thought about, but he hadn't mustered the strength to do it yet.

'Harvey, it's time.' Mike finished the last drop in his glass and placed it down onto the table. 'Tell her.'

Harvey didn't even need to ask what Mike meant by telling her. He knew. However, he didn't want to do it over an iPhone screen.

'What are you and Rachel doing tonight?'

Mike's face questioningly studied his friend's. Excitement and determination was evidently etched in Harvey's eyes.

'Well, we were just going to order Chinese food but..'

'Call Rachel and get her to meet up with Donna. Come on, I have four years to apologise for...' Harvey got up and walked back over to his bedroom.

'Please tell me you don't want me to follow you in there?'

'Shut up and call Rachel. I'm getting changed and we're going out.'