Ch.3 Painful Love
"I'm crying out, I'm going down
On the edge and I need You now, my Savior"
For the past several hours, Harvey had been sitting in a bar with a few too many glasses of scotch, the rims of his eyes stained red. It was the annual day of his father's death.
He always drank himself near death.
He slipped out his phone from his pocket. "Donna, I need you to come and get me." He said slowly tiredly rubbing his eyes with his free hand.
"All right." She said quietly and hung up. She always knew where he would be when he got like this.
Ten minutes of silence later and Donna was cautiously walking into the lonely bar seeing a stressed out Harvey Specter. A small sad smile was barely on her lips because this was always something rare to see: Harvey Specter showing emotion.
Most of the time she found it to be a bit strange because of the way they revolve around each other.
"Harvey…?" She called out slowly. He sluggishly tuned around and blinked rapidly at Donna and slowly glanced up at her with unfocused eyes.
"You're so damn beautiful." He said suddenly in a rather innocent voice. She blinked again.
"WHAT?" She shouted in utter confusion. They were just supposed to be friends!
The second Harvey let those words slip out, Donna knew they were going to be cooling their heels for at least the next few hours. There was no way they could enter the same compound with him like this. She didn't even know what to call this.
"Donna…" She heard something quite gentle whine in her ear and didn't even bother to look into his eyes.
The idiot might actually know what he's saying.
"Just shut up and let me take you home, Harvey." She ordered tiredly. She really had no energy left to bicker with him. She didn't have any energy period. She heard him shift in the chair before he stood on his feet, a bit unbalanced and his face nearly inches away from hers.
"But I'm hot." He whined staring into her trapping eyes as she could smell the strong scent of alcohol take over his mouth. She couldn't stop herself from scoffing. Cocky bastard, even while intoxicated by annoying scotch.
"You're drunk, Harvey. You don't know what you're saying." She said dismissively, not babying him at all. He did this to himself. The careless bastard. She heard him whimper close to her face and froze.
Damn.
"What do you want, Harvey?" She asked and rubbed her forehead in irritation.
"You." He breathed against her skin. She stopped breathing. Oh shit. She promptly got a hold of herself and shook her head.
You're wasted." She muttered as she slammed her eyes shut and pinched the bridge of her nose. This was not happening right now. This was so not happening now. Her eyes flew open when she felt his hot intoxicated face leave her side and suddenly got a face full of mysterious, breathless, red rimmed glaze eyed Harvey Specter.
Well shit.
"I want you, Donna." He whispered intensely, his brown eyes darkening with undisguised desire. She froze – oh she knew exactly what he was about to do. She promptly covered his mouth as he lunged forward and kept his away from hers while giving him a warning look.
"Not like this." She said firmly. His eyes grew so sad she really wanted to strangle the shit out of him so that he would stop looking at her like that. She gritted her teeth.
He was such a big royal pain in her ass.
"But, Donna, I need you." He begged almost against her face. If Donna was anyone, anyone else she would definitely be feeling her face start to heat up involuntarily. The man was just too much. But she was Donna Paulsen and this was pathetic. She would never admit in a million years that it was working though.
This wasn't even their usual banter.
This was just pure desperation to forget this night.
A/N: Aww that's a sweet intoxicated Harvey Specter . NOW GO GET FREAKING ADVIL!