hi lovelies! sorry this has taken so long; I started my first year at college and things got super crazy and overall I am just super sorry this took so long. I honestly was thinking about just letting it go, but then i say Katy's review and decided to keep on going! like... 13 weeks after.. did i mention how sorry i was?
Also, it's been a while, so I apologize in advance if it isn't up to par with the other ones. But I hope you can still enjoy! Thank you for all your support and love!
Shortly after bumping into Scottie, Harvey stepped into his hotel room quietly, smiling at what he expected to see- either a very cute redhead still in the land of dreams or a feisty redhead wearing nothing but his white button-up. Either sight would please him, greatly.
What he didn't expect to see was an empty bed, with Donna and her stuff nowhere to be seen. He looked literally everywhere- the balcony, the shower, under the bed, even in the cupboard under the sink. The last one was a stupid place to look but then again, he was willing to do most anything for her. So when it finally sank into him that she was gone, no note, no explanation, no nothing, he sat down in defeat on the bed. What in the world could have prompted her to leave so abruptly in the middle of the night? Harvey, in a state of puzzlement, paced around the room, trying to think like Donna. Had she been ashamed? Did she still want to go back to working terms?
In the midst of his train of thought, he stopped in front of the door to the adjoining suite, noticing that the door was ajar when he knew earlier it was shut tightly. At that moment, everything made sense, and the biggest oh shit flashed around in neon yellow letters in Harvey's head. She had seen Scottie with her man, and she must have assumed things and oh, shit ran through his head for the final time.
His thoughts had turned into a very big fuck. Donna must be pissed beyond belief and the worst thing was, he still didn't know where she was so he couldn't fix things.
Automatically his mind spun into overdrive yet again; it was four thirty in the morning and was Donna really safe out on the streets by herself? What if she was attacked? How was she gonna get home?
Harvey slowed his worrying by coming to his senses in the fact that Donna was Donna; even if she was attacked on the street he knew for a fact that she could do wonders with her high heels beyond just walking in them every day. Donna didn't need a man in this aspect- Harvey knew. But it still didn't stop him from thinking about her and hoping that Ray had somehow intervened.
Okay, so maybe leaving the Plaza in the middle of the night hadn't been the greatest idea.. she had gotten a lot of curious looks and could hear the whispers of a lot of people whom, in Donna's opinion, should be asleep rather than minding her business at bloody 4:30. It made her feel insecure and small, and she absolutely hated this feeling. But at the same time, she laughed at the irony; of course sleeping with Harvey Specter would lead to consequences like her Walk of Shame three hours early. The damn guy couldn't even give her the opportunity to do it at a normal, proper time.
Donna sighed while she hailed a taxicab; in the midst of getting in she texted Harvey,
[Stop looking for me. I'm going home, you pig. Hope Scottie was fun]
before shutting it off. As she told her driver her address, she leaned back in her seat and wished tonight had never happened.
Harvey was still panicking, thinking about what to do until Donna's text beeped in. As he read it, his heart felt like it was being dropped down a 20-floor elevator shaft. She was furious. How was he going to fix things? And then kicked in the undeniable hurt- how could she possibly think he would leave her for Scottie?
Harvey needed to go home, right away. He called Ray to pick him up immediately, thus beginning this second search of the day, his bloody shirt. Like honestly, did it grow legs and walk away? Even though it was four hours into the beginning of a new night, Harvey was already so exhausted by the day's events he just wanted to quit. But slowly he came to the conclusion that Donna must have taken it, must be wearing it right now, and even though the image of that pleased him he knew other men, other stranger men, must feel the same so his determination to find and protect her increased tenfold. So without another choice, he stepped out into the night life of New York City in nothing but a white, fluffy robe. Damn it Donna, he thought, I'd better find you.
By 6AM, three things were happening- Donna was home, Harvey was almost home, and Scottie had bumped into Henry in the lobby. Henry, though trying to keep his composure down, was still pissed off that he had his ass handed to him yet again by Harvey Specter and his foul mood and not died down.
"If it isn't the famous Scottie. And how disappointing it must be for you to be here alone, without the love of your life, Harvey Specter."
"Oh can it, Henry. He lives his life and I live my own; plus I'm engaged, so, suck a dick."
"Oh really? That's how you feel about the fact that he married some fiery hot piece of ass instead of poor little Scottie?"
"Married? To a fiery hot piece of ass? You're joking."
"Am not. Here's a picture; see it and weep." Henry pulled at his phone and showed her a picture of the two grinding; he had snapped it in hopes of being able to get a good angle of Donna's butt to look at. Scottie saw it and scoffed.
"You're a fucking idiot, Henry. That's his secretary. Please." And with that, she left.
Henry couldn't believe what he had just heard. His mood never had his mood turned around so fast. Secretary? He knew that son of a bitch was lying. And now he had the scoop on the dirtiest gossip in lawyer history. But what to do with it... As he connected to the hotel wi-fi, he was notified that he had 3 new emails. Henry put on a malicious smile then, deciding his next step. He tapped on the "New Email" button, and typed Is this what you want your lawyer to be doing to your secretary?, all thoughts rejoicing at the fact he would ruin Harvey Specter, once and for all.