Hey everyone! Sorry that it's been some time since the last chapter! Life happened and got in the way. haha.
Anyways, here's chapter 3, it has drama so I hope you enjoy!

Anyone who knew Mike, could tell that the smile that his lips were presently forming wasn't real and was, in fact, a fake smile for the people gathered in the elaborate hall. No one could miss the way Mike's eyes roamed the crowd, searching everyone's face, before they moved over to the archway that marked the entrance, every few minutes.

Where is he?

As a gift to the happy couple, Jessica rented a beautiful hall at some fancy place that Mike never thought he would ever step foot in, to host Mike and Harvey's engagement party. All the guests, to which Mike only knew five of them; Louis, Jessica, Rachel, Donna and Harvey's brother, Marcus, were dressed in their best. They were serving champagne for God's sake, Mike had at least three glasses of it so far, trying to calm his nerves.

"You should slow down," Rachel said, coming to stand beside him, holding her own glass of champagne.

Mike gave her a look, "how much champagne I'm drinking is the least of my problems."

"He'll be here Mike," Rachel offered a small smile.

"He's late, Rachel," Mike grabbed another glass of champagne off of a tray from a passing waiter and turned to Rachel, "not just late but late. Like really late." Mike took a gulp of from his glass, "… an hour late."

"Mike," Rachel sighed.

"You would think members of the British royal family were getting married," Marcus appeared on Mike's other side, shooting a look at the crowd, "so fancy."

Mike snorted and shook his head. He couldn't help but to see a lot of Harvey in Marcus, always making sure to make that point known to both Specter brothers. It would earn him an eye roll from Harvey and a smug smirk from Marcus.

"Who the hell are these people again?" Marcus asked.

"Your brother's guests," Mike answered.

"Respectable clients of Harvey's," Rachel added, "Pearson Specter Litt's finest."

"So, people that Harvey can't stand but was force to invite because Jessica would kill him otherwise and because he's a smug bastard so he has to show off his pretty fiance?" Marcus raised an eyebrow.

"Basically," Mike shrugged.

"Got it," Marcus took a sip from his glass.

Rachel rolled her eyes and sighed.

"If Jessica and Donna wouldn't have our balls and your brother wasn't such an egotistical dick," Mike explained, "I would have just gotten married at city hall instead of the damn Plaza Hotel."

"Cheers!" Marcus lifted his glass in a toast.

"You two," Rachel shook her head, "I'm going to check with Donna and see if she knows anything more."

Mike watched Rachel move through the crowd, giving a polite smile to each person she bumped into before she disappeared from view. He then moved his eyes over to Jessica who stood across the room and saw her subtle shake of her head.

Nothing.

"I'm sure Harvey has a perfectly good excuse as to why he's late," Marcus said.

"Minus a horrible accident that landed him in the emergency room, there is no good excuse for being late to your own engagement party," Mike frowned. "Maybe he's finally come to his senses."

"Meaning?"

Mike looked at Marcus, "meaning he figured out what a horrible idea this is… being married to me." He offered a half smirk and shrug, "I don't blame him."

"Hey," Marcus nudged him with his elbow, "you're suppose to be a genius so stop thinking like an idiot. My brother loves you and if he didn't want to get married to you, he wouldn't have proposed. Simple as that."

Mike shook his head, "is it though? Simple as that?"

"Yes," Marcus nodded, "you make Harvey laugh and less of a dick. I've never seen anyone be able to do that before. I know a lot of things are complicated, Mike, but the love that he feels for you? Not complicated at all."

Mike quirked a brow in the younger Specter's direction.

Marcus shrugged, "Pride & Prejudice was on last night. Don't judge me."

"Did you just compare Harvey and I to Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth Bennett?" Mike asked.

"I could have compared you to Romeo and Juliet and then we'd be really fucked," Marcus argued.

Mike smiled and shook his head.

"Mike!"

Thank God!

Mike's whole being relaxed at the sight of Harvey walking toward him. The nerves that had been driving him crazy all night had finally stopped and a real smile appeared on his face.

"Harvey!" Mike's frantic eyes ran over his body, trying to see if there were any wounds on him. "Where have you been? Are you okay?"

"Mike-"

"You're an hour late!"

"Mike-"

"Where were you?"

"Mike, I'm fine!" Harvey grabbed Mike's upper arms, shaking him slightly to catch his attention.

"You're fine?" Mike ran his eyes over him again, "an hour late and you're fine?"

"Oh shit."

Mike glanced backwards at Marcus when he heard him mumble, only to find him staring over to the entrance. Mike turned his eyes to the entrance and nearly felt himself crumble to the floor.

Scottie?

"What-," he turned his attention back to Harvey.

"Mike-"

"You were with Scottie?" Mike whispered, looking at Harvey, his entire body deflating. He took a step back and glanced over his shoulder to Marcus, before he looked over Harvey's shoulder at Donna and Rachel; both standing there with regretful smiles. Then he looked back at Harvey, "Scottie?"

"Nothing happened, Mike," Harvey explained quickly.

"An hour late to our engagement party but you're fine and nothing happened," Mike stared at him with disbelief and hurt all over his face.

"Mike-" Harvey frowned.

"Excuse me," Mike brushed past Harvey, shaking his head at Donna and Rachel while dropping his empty champagne glass on a random tray.

He didn't get far before he was intercepted by Scottie herself.

"Congratulations, Mike," Scottie said, looking at him while also simultaneously looking past his shoulder at Harvey.

"Guess you don't mind hearing my name now," Mike said as he moved past her, not looking back, leaving the hall.

Mike didn't know how long he had been walking for but it was long enough that his hands were chilled and he was getting cold; only wearing his tux and nothing more. When he pulled out his phone he saw that he had six voice-mails and over ten texts, most from Harvey.

He sighed and shook his head, pressing #2 on his speed dial.

"MICHAEL JAMES ROSS!" Donna yelled, he had to pull the phone away from his ear. "Are you okay?"

"I'm alive," Mike replied.

"Mike," Donna's voice softened, "are you okay?"

Mike heard some noise from Donna's end, as if she were pushing someone away.

"Mike?"

"No," Mike's voice was tight as fresh tears pooled in his eyes. "Not really."

"Text me where you are," Donna said, "I'm coming to get you."

"Donna you don't-"

"Michael," Donna's firm voice came through, "text me where you are. I am coming to get you."

"Okay," Mike sighed and hung up, quickly shooting her a text of his current location.

He then glanced at the time and was surprised to find that it was well past midnight. Guess he had been walking longer than he originally thought. No wonder Donna was upset when he finally called her. Mike felt bad that he had skipped out on the rest of the engagement party, he didn't want Jessica to look bad or to be rude to everyone but he couldn't stay there. He just couldn't.

Speaking of engagement party…

Mike pulled out his phone and quickly dialed Rachel's number.

"Mike, thank God, are you okay?"

"Still alive," Mike said, "Donna is coming to get me. I'm sorry I didn't text or call earlier."

Rachel sighed, "as long as you're okay, Mike. We were worried! Even Louis!"

Mike chuckled weakly at that, "yeah?"

"Yep," Rachel replied, "Donna and Marcus both laid into Harvey after you left. Jessica and Louis added in their two cents also."

"And you?"

"I gave him disappointed looks while sending you texts," Rachel said. "He was getting enough crap from everyone else."

"Your disappointed looks are just as bad as getting yelled at," Mike said.

"Exactly," Rachel laughed.

Mike nodded and looked at the cars that were passing by on the streets and the random lights that were on throughout the buildings.

"Mike?"

"He was with her, Rachel," Mike said, "the reason he was late to our engagement party was because he was with Scottie and he brought her!" He let out a strangled breath as he wiped away the tears with his jacket's sleeve, "what do I do?"

"You go home and talk to him," Rachel said, "that's all that you can do."

Mike nodded and he sighed when he spotted a cab pulling over near him, Donna emerging only a few seconds later. "Rachel, Donna is here. I'll talk to you later."

"Okay," Rachel replied.

Mike hung up his phone and slipped into his pants' pocket just as Donna wrapped her arms around him in a fierce hug. He clung back just as fiercely, his fingers digging into her shoulder slightly.

"At least send me a text the next time you decide to disappear into the night," Donna said, "okay?"

"Mhm," Mike nodded.

"Where are we going?" Donna asked.

"Where's Harvey?" Mike looked at her.

"Home," Donna said, "Marcus is at my place, figuring that you guys are going to need time alone." She stepped back and looked at him, "do I need to send Marcus back to the condo to be with Harvey because you'll be staying with me or are you going home?"

Mike looked back at her, "do I need to stay with you?"

"Harvey is in love with you, Mike," Donna stated seriously.

Mike nodded, "then I'm going home."

They both got back into the taxi, Mike suddenly feeling just how chilled he was, now that he was no longer out in the New York air. Silence surrounded them as Mike looked out the window.

"How is he?"

"Worried out of his mind," Donna said, "feeling like a total asshole."

"You were with him when I called," Mike stated.

Donna nodded, "you know I was."

"… and?"

"You know that too, Mike."

Mike sighed and turned his head to look at the red haired woman sitting beside him, "Donna..."

"He was upset, Mike," Donna admitted, "he was truly… afraid," she looked at him, "… that he lost you."

Mike nodded but said nothing, turning his attention back to looking out the window. He brought his hand up to his face and leaned his chin against it, letting out a breath. He didn't have any idea what he would say to Harvey but he knew that he needed to talk to him. He couldn't just disappear underneath the covers of bed, like he wanted to. How do you start a conversation about your fiance bringing his ex-girlfriend to your engagement party while also being late?

Yeah, that's going to go well.

Mike didn't remember saying goodbye to Donna or getting out of the taxi. Nor does he really remember making his way to the elevator and up to their condo. He does remember pausing just outside the front door, taking a moment to compose himself, before he entered.

No sooner did he make it through the door did Harvey appear.

"Mike," Harvey's relief was plain to see when he rounded the corner, standing against the island counter.

"Loyalty is a two-way street. If I'm asking for it from you, you're getting it from me," Mike said, his voice soft, his eyes searching Harvey's, "remember when you said that?"

"Nothing happened," Harvey said.

"Nothing?" Mike shook his head, clenching his hands, "everything happened, Harvey! SCOTTIE HAPPENED! You were late to our engagement party because you were with her! How is that nothing?"

"Mike, please," Harvey pleaded.

Were those tears? Was Harvey Specter going to cry?

"If you can't see how this is a big deal, than I don't know what we're doing here, Harvey," Mike said.

Harvey flinched as if he were slapped across the face. "Are you… do you not want to get married anymore?"

"I didn't say that, Harvey," Mike sighed and braced himself against the counter, "why was she here? The last time I knew, she didn't want anything to do with me."

"We sent her an invitation," Harvey said.

"You did," Mike pointed out.

"She showed up unexpectedly and we started to talk," Harvey said, "that's all we did, was talk."

Mike nodded.

"Mike, please," Harvey practically begged, moving closer, "I love you. I didn't mean for our talk to go over. I'm marrying you, I don't want her or anyone else. I'm sorry that I was late."

Mike was quiet for a moment. He closed his eyes and clenched then unclenched his fingers against the modern counter. He then glanced up to the other man, "careful, your caring is showing."

"In case you missed it, I care about you a whole lot, Mike Ross," Harvey said.

Mike nodded, "I knew it." He walked past Harvey, careful to make sure that he didn't touch him as he passed, walking over to the hallway.

"Mike?" Harvey called after him.

"I'm going to bed, it's been a long day," Mike said, glancing over his shoulder to the other man, "after I take a shower, that is. Coming?"

"So, we're okay?" Harvey asked as he slowly walked over to him.

"Yes, Harvey," Mike nodded, "but if you're late to the wedding, your ass is on the couch permanently."

Harvey's laugh echoed throughout the condo as he followed after Mike.

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed it! (:

-KT xo