Hey Everyone!

Oh gosh, I know! It's been more than a week since you've heard of Max and Harvey, and I am very sorry! Project after project keeps coming up (heard back from the other projects...aced them, again) and combination of night school, it's not good for me. I think I am coming down with a case of senoritis (urban dictionary that if you don't understand what it is).

Here is your fix of TAOP! Enjoy!

P.S. I only own Max (and every other character that is not from the television show 'Suits')

The blond sat in her room, blankly staring at the wall. That was it. It was done. No more would Gregory Hart bother her, nor would she ever have to think of that name again. She sighed, feeling as the weight was lifted off of her chest. It felt so good for it to be over and done with. No more lawyers, no more court-dates, no more statements and testimonies... it sounded like heaven to Karly. She could finally start living her life again. She could finally start living. A small smile appeared on her face. Maybe she could start loving someone.

Her ears tuned into the rambling across the hall as she pulled herself out of her bed, making her way down the long, narrow path. She could hear her father mumbling about something as papers shuffled around in his office. She lightly pushed on the half-closed door, looking at her father now. He was dishevelled and tired, and with blood-shot eyes he frantically looked over every page of her lawsuit. How he got a hold of the papers, Karly would never know. She looked at him with sad eyes, walking closer to the desk. It saddened her even more that he didn't hear walk in.

"Dad," Karly said, trying to pry the papers away from him.

He continued working, ignoring his daughter's plea to stop.

"Dad," she said louder. The old man still ignored her.

"Dad!" She screamed, only this time she grabbed the papers and threw them. Oliver's head shot up, his eyes softening when he saw his little girl.

"Just stop," she said whispering, "It's done."

Her father shook his head frantically, "No. No, we can get him, Karls. We can make him pay for what he did. He's not getting away with it."

"But he has," she said in a tired voice, "There's nothing you can do-"

"Don't say that!" The older man cut her off as he slammed his fists to the desk, "I can get him! I can make him pay."

Karly shook her head, "I don't care anymore, Dad. Do whatever you want. Get your revenge however you want. Just don't get me involved."

As she was walking out of the office, Oliver couldn't help but go over her words. 'Get your revenge'? Sure, Karly was probably talking about getting justice. To put him in jail. But in Oliver's mind, revenge meant something a little more extreme than that.

Whatever his thoughts were, they were dark and twisted, and certainly not justifiable to the legal system.

Max sat upright in her bed as she sighed in frustration. After she forced Mike and Rachel to get some shut eye of their own, she tried to catch at least an hour of sleep. But Max's mind was running miles a minute, and she was wishing that she hadn't shooed the couple away. She was confused as to what to do with Harvey. God, why was she being so emotional? He was just angry; he wasn't angry at her at all, but just having him act that way towards her just threw her in a tailspin. How could Harvey do that? All she did was try to help him, and he just...

She threw her head back onto the pillows. God damn it, he just made her so angry and upset. She was better than this. She was never this emotional when it came to Harvey. Sure, if he pissed her off, she could easily rolled her eyes and wished him a goodnight in his cold, lonely bed and to see her in the morning, which would result in an apology and several kisses from Harvey. He would hold her until she smiled, giving up her tough exterior and laughing at him, snuggling closer to his chest. She smirked; she had him whipped.

Key word: had.

She shot out of bed, throwing her pillow along the way. No, she wasn't going to break up with Harvey over the stupidest thing. Yes, it hurt her, but she was being over emotional. They could easily overcome this obstacle. Granted, she wasn't going to let him off easy. He was mad and she was unstable and that wasn't a good combination. Once Harvey apologized, she would smile and accept it. That is, of course, assuming that Harvey was going to apologize...

No, no, no. He was going to apologize. Max couldn't help but think negatively. Most of the people in her life who got close to her either faded away or wound up being taken from her. It was no wonder she always thought of the worst. But this was Harvey. She trusted that man with everything she had in her body. She didn't even trust Mike as much as she did her boyfriend. Harvey had never done anything to tell her otherwise. But there was always that chance.

Her thoughts came to a halt when she heard several voices in the hallway becoming louder and louder per second. She unwrapped herself from her blankets as she quietly made her way around her kitchen and towards her front door. Carefully sliding the peephole cover, she looked into the glass, realizing that the fight was happening in front of her door. The two men were arguing about something, or more specifically, someone.

It was a shirtless Mike and a ruffled Harvey, arguing about Max.

His expensive Italian shoes caused the stairs to squeak underneath his steps as Harvey ran up the stairs as fast as he could. Waiting for the elevator to bring him to her level would have driven Harvey crazy. He needed to move around. When Max and he were fighting like this, he was always jittery. The brunette needed to fix the situation before he made it worse. He walked through the mazes before finding Max's apartment. As he stood in front of her door, he hesitantly took a deep breath before going to knock on her door. As he was about to hit the door, the door behind him opened, causing him to turn around to see his associate in blue checkered bottom pants and without a shirt.

"Mike-" Harvey started before Mike shut his door behind him.

"What the hell did you do?" The light-brown haired man hissed to the dark brunette.

Harvey ran a hand through his head, "The case got the best of me."

"You lost?" Mike said in a shocked voice.

"Settled," Harvey corrected him.

"So what? You got angry and took it out on Max?" Mike said sarcastically.

He was expecting Harvey to respond, and when he didn't, Mike's eyes widened.

"You got angry and took it out on Max?"

"What the hell do you expect me to do?" Harvey almost yelled.

"Not act like a hot-headed douche-bag towards your girlfriend. You know, the one person who can calm you down when you're being a dumbass." Mike said with venom dripping through his voice

"Where the fuck did this hostility come from?" Harvey said, getting closer to Mike.

"Excuse me for trying to defend my best friend, Harvey."

"Oh, that's your excuse-"

Harvey cut himself off when her head the chain on the door clank against the wood as the handle turned, opening the door slightly. Harvey could faintly see her cute nose and her small mouth as Max slowly pulled the door open more. Her eyes, Harvey saw, were slightly puffy, as her cheekbones had a touch of red to them, possibly having to do with crying. It took everything Harvey had not to just pull her in his arms. Her face was blank, and that irked him. Max always had some emotion on her face.

Mike was about to say something, until Max gave him a look to leave her and her boyfriend alone. With a sigh, he opened his apartment door, entering his home quickly. As Mike shut his door, Max opened hers more, her face now defensive.

"Max," Harvey started.

She just looked at him.

"What? You need me now?"

Harvey shook his head, "God, Max. You shouldn't have heard that."

Her eyes widened.

"No, that's not what I mean," Harvey said trying to recover, "what I'm trying to say is you scare me."

Max's eyes bulged out of her head.

"No, no, that's not it. Just let me explain-"

"Please do," she said in a low voice.

Harvey sighed, "Max..."

He held his hands together before taking a deep breath, "Just when I have you figured out, you go and change the game. You throw curveballs when I'm waiting for the fastball. It's so hard for me to be with you because I'm afraid of hurting you. It's hard because I'm always trying to be on my A-game. I'm always trying to make our relationship as perfect as I can, and that's what makes it hard."

He reached out with both hands, taking her hands in his own as he spoke to her, "But that's what I want. I don't want this relationship to come easy. I want to work for it, and I want to work hard for it, because everything I do, I put my all into. That way I know my hard work paid off. I want to work hard for this relationship because you deserve someone who works hard for you," he smiled, looking at her hands, "God, Max. Everyone knows that you are too good for me. Even I know that. Somehow you think that I'm worthy to be your boyfriend. I remind myself everyday how lucky I am that I have you. That's what scares me, Max. I'm scared that one day I won't be working hard, and I'll let you slip through my fingers."

Harvey clutched her hands in his own, "I'm so sorry for hurting you. I don't know how to make it up to you, but I am willing to take it one day at a time."

He kissed her hand.

"I don't want to lose you over my stupid mistake, babe."

The man looked up to see that Max had tears in her eyes. The small smile on her face caused her eyes to glow with glassy delight. Max couldn't help but laugh at the situation; before Harvey came around she was strong and sturdy. Now, he sent her in a rut half of the time. She was feelings things that she didn't even know existed, and thinking of her life differently. He made her soft; and she didn't mind. She sighed, clearly smitten by his words.

"Harvey Specter, you are an idiot."

She walked out of her doorway, grabbing his face lightly with both hands as she pulled his lips down to hers. His hands held her closer to him, finally enjoying the feel of her under his fingertips. Max pulled away, looking deep into Harvey's eyes.

"But I wouldn't change you at all," she said smiling.

Harvey shook his head in relief as he dipped again, stealing another kiss from Max. From the corner of her eye she saw her neighbour's door open. She heard the soft chuckle before the door shut, leaving the couple by themselves in the middle of the hallway.

How Max had a set of sweatpants that fit him, Harvey will never fully understand why. He looked out of the small window as his head nuzzled the soft pillow underneath him. The previous night, he felt something he never wanted to feel again; almost losing Max. Thinking of a life without Max gave Harvey a horrible feeling in the pit of his stomach that made him feel sick. He knew he was in love with her; desperate and longingly in love with her. She was the only person to affect Harvey. Actually, she was the only one allowed to have an affect on Harvey. Damn it, he was so in love with her he didn't know what to do.

He turned his head, propping his head up on his bend elbow as he rested his head in his hand. Max's hair was spread all over the white pillow case, having a few pieces fall onto her soft, peaceful face. Harvey hesitantly pulled the pieces away from her face, tucking them behind her ear. He was amazed that a woman, who he hadn't even known existed; a complete stranger, changed his life in an instant. He was a whole new person.

She was the girl he stayed up every night, thinking about. She was the one he thought about spending a lifetime with. He thought of things he never would have pictured himself thinking of; someone to spend his time with. He was happy to be alive when he was with her, because she gave him a reason to live. She taught him how to laugh again, how to not take anything seriously, and how to enjoy the little things in life. Harvey thought that what he had with Max was love. He was better because she was with him.

"I love you," he whispered to the sleeping Max.

Is it weird that I'm getting excited for my own story?

ON THE NEXT TAOP: Money doesn't buy happiness. Or family.

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xoxo N.