Harvey was jolted awake by someone trying to break down his door.
He sat up in bed, trying to figure out what the fuck was going on as he grabbed his phone to check the time.
The confusion that clouded his brain only increased when he saw that it was three in the goddamn morning and what the fuck was going on?
Some distant survival instinct within him whispered that an intruder was going to kill him and he should grab a weapon. At the same time, the logical part of his mind slowly awoke and told him that the chances of someone trying to kill him at his college dorm were extremely low.
Suddenly, a voice joined in with the pounding that was beginning to hurt his ears.
It sounded like…a girl?
I knew you would be too much of a coward to let me in. You are such a piece of shit and you know what…fuck you. Just fuck you and fuck that girl who looks like a Victoria’s Secret model that you fucked behind my back when you were supposedly in love with me and…you’re the biggest asshole in the whole world…
Harvey stared in the direction of the muffled outbursts with wide eyes as the ramblings stopped for a moment.
What the fuck?
But then the noise picked up again and he knew he needed to do something before the entire floor gathered outside his room with pitchforks.
Climbing out of bed, he shuffled towards the door, his limbs still heavy with sleep.
He was completely prepared to have it out with whoever dragged him out of his slumber at this ungodly hour on one of the rare occasions he didn’t need to pull an all nighter to finish some assignment but every angry word died on his tongue at the sight of the girl standing in the hallway.
The first thing he noticed was her fiery hair and he couldn’t help but think that it matched her temper perfectly. The second thing that captured his attention were her swollen eyes rimmed in red. And the third was the fact that she smelled like a whole bar. Or maybe ten.
Something within him also registered that she was beautiful but he quickly shoved the thought aside because now was not the time.
Those eyes of hers bulged in a mixture of horror and surprise as she took Harvey in.
“You’re not Richard,” she stated after a moment.
“No,” was his simple reply.
The seconds ticked by, filled with silence as they stared at each other.
“I’m..so sorry,” she blurted out suddenly. “I didn’t…I got the wrong room. Obviously. I didn’t mean to wake you I’m so- shit-”
“Hey,” Harvey interrupted softly because she appeared to be on the verge of bursting into tears. “It’s okay.”
The girl nodded, as if she didn’t trust herself to speak and his chest ached for her.
He hoped Richard was having a shit night wherever he was.
“I um..I should go,” she said after a while.
However, she was very drunk and not in the best place emotionally and Harvey didn’t think it was wise for her to wander around by herself in such a state.
“Wait,” he said as she turned away, gently reaching out and grabbing ahold of her wrist.
She looked up at him and a feeling Harvey never experienced before tugged at his stomach.
“You could…you could crash here tonight if you want.”
This time he was the one struggling to string together a decent sentence.
“Oh I’m fine really,” she said weakly.
It hit him then that of course she would refuse he was some strange guy not to mention he was still creepily holding on to her and this was probably raising so many red flags.
In an instant he dropped her arm, pulling away as if she burned him.
“I’m sorry I didn’t mean…I wasn’t trying…my roommate is staying with his girlfriend tonight so there’s an empty bed that you could sleep in. That’s all I meant I swear.”
He was babbling. Harvey Specter didn’t babble and yet here he was like a damn fool.
But for the first time since he laid eyes on her, she smiled.
It was a little thing but it was still something. He wanted to see more of it.
“Thank you,” she told him. “But it really is okay.”
She gave him a small wave before whirling around. And didn’t make it two steps when she stumbled and ended up on the ground.
Harvey raced to her side, concern lacing his features.
“I’m fine,” she mumbled before he could even say anything, earning herself a dubious look.
She sighed, an expression of defeat settling on her face.
“I think I’ll take you up on that offer,” she said sheepishly and really Harvey had to wonder how she even made it to his dorm in the first place.
He stood up and offered his arm to help her to her feet. She grasped his hand in hers and a shock of electricity ran through his veins.
She leaned against him to steady herself and Harvey snaked an arm around her waist to ensure she wouldn’t fall again and every inch of him was on fire.
As soon as they entered the room, she broke away from him and collapsed on his bed in a messy heap as a groan escaped her throat.
Her breathing immediately deepened and Harvey could tell she already passed out.
He watched her for a bit, head tilted as he studied this dramatic creature who by some twist of fate had accidentally found herself at his door.
An urge to know her better, to learn everything about her, encompassed him but he swiftly shook it off.
She was just some drunk broken-hearted girl.
Yet, even as he thought it, he found himself making his way over to his bed and pulling the blanket over her as best as he could, considering she was sprawled out on top of about half of it.
He sighed before crawling into his roommate’s bed, hoping that Jeff wouldn’t be back until late tomorrow because he would be pissed about this.
Harvey stared at the ceiling, desperately trying to regain some of the sleepiness that had consumed him mere minutes ago but it had all been wiped away by a mysterious redhead.
Of course something like this would happen to him.
But as he turned to look at the girl whose name he still didn’t know, her face barely visible in the low light that streamed in through the windows, he couldn’t find it in his heart to be annoyed.
It was seven in the morning when Harvey got out of bed. He hadn’t been able to really fall back asleep after everything. But he had a class at nine and he needed to figure out what to do about the redhead tangled in his sheets.
The first thing he did was make two sandwiches, one for each of them. He put a tall glass of water and a bottle of aspirin next to her plate, thinking it best to be prepared for when she woke up. If she woke up.
He watched her warily as he ate his own breakfast. If he couldn’t visibly see her chest rising and falling with each breath he would probably be even more worried than he already was.
The mystery girl was still asleep when he finished eating so he showered and got dressed and now stood in the middle of the room wondering what the hell he should do.
He didn’t have the heart to wake her. Should he leave a note? What would the note even say? Did she have any idea where she was? Should he include that in the possible note?
What the fuck was the protocol for this situation?
All of a sudden she began to stir and something inside him stuttered.
She rose up with a groan, grasping her head in her hands.
“Good morning,” Harvey said tentatively when a few moments passed and she didn’t move again.
The girl looked up at him, her eyes barely open.
“Hi,” she mumbled weakly.
Her hair was a knotty disarray and her skin was pale. The eye makeup she wore was smudged, perfectly matching the light lipstick that had become a mess on her chin.
Honestly, she resembled death.
And yet…he was drawn in.
“How are you feeling?” he asked softly.
She opened her mouth to answer but suddenly her eyes widened and she clamped a hand over her lips and oh god she was going to be sick.
Before she could try and fail to leave the bed and end up vomiting all over, Harvey snatched a waste paper basket from the corner of the room and rushed to her side.
She tore the thing from his grip and immediately began throwing up. Automatically, Harvey held her hair back so it wouldn’t get caught in the crossfire.
Her knuckles were turning white from how hard she grasped the bin while she hurled up the contents of her stomach. Water filled her eyes and his heart broke a little for her again.
It felt like forever before she stopped retching and Harvey tried his best not to look too disgusted as he set the basket on the floor.
“I’m sorry,” she said quietly, her voice rough.
She wrapped her arms around herself as if to keep from shattering and she just looked so goddamn sad. The urge to hold her filled him unexpectedly but he quickly pushed it away because what the fuck Harvey.
“It’s okay,” he told her sincerely.
Remembering the food he made earlier, he stood up from the edge of the bed where he’d been sitting and grabbed the sandwich along with the water and aspirin.
He handed her the glass as he set everything else down on his nightstand.
“Drink this. And I made you something to eat. Once your stomach’s settled of course.”
A look of surprise flitted across her features as she stared at him.
“You didn’t have to do that,” she said.
“It’s nothing. Really,” he assured her but she didn’t appear to be convinced.
However, she didn’t argue as she silently sipped her drink and Harvey guessed she was too tired to do so.
“Still…I owe you,” she spoke after a while, still wearing an apologetic expression.
“Well there is one thing,” he said.
She waited for him to elaborate with a stare filled with questions.
“I usually like to know the names of the women who sleep in my bed.”
“I thought this was your roommate’s bed,” she stated in confusion.
“No. You passed out on mine.”
Another groan escaped her throat as she squeezed her eyes shut and took a deep breath.
“I am so sorry.”
“Hey. I told you it’s fine.”
“You can’t possibly mean that.”
“I do,” he said firmly.
And he did mean it. Completely.
Some stranger drunkenly appearing at his door at three in the morning and then crashing in his bed would usually be an inconvenience but there was something about this stranger that somehow just made everything okay.
“I’m Donna,” she finally said.
Harvey couldn’t explain it but it fit. It was her.
“I’m Harvey,” he replied.
“Nice to meet you Harvey,” she declared and his stomach flipped.
He didn’t think he had ever heard his name sound so appealing as it did just then.
“Thank you for…well everything,” she continued.
“You don’t need to thank me.”
“I do,” she echoed his own words and he couldn’t help but smile.
“I’m usually a very put together person,” she added. “Last night I just wasn’t at my best. At all.”
“We all have our moments,” he said. “And for the record, Richard is a dick. Pun intended.”
“That was terrible,” Donna announced.
“No it wasn’t! I’m proud of it.”
“You should be ashamed,” she professed but the corners of her mouth were turned up and a little voice inside him whispered yes.
She rolled her eyes at him and he couldn’t help the grin that surfaced on his face.
Her own smile widened in response and yes yes yes.
He wanted more.
“Do you want to get lunch?” the question left his mouth before he could think. “I mean not today because you’re hungover and everything but some other time. Soon?”
Great. He was babbling again.
But an amused look settled on Donna’s features and he decided that he would happily make an idiot out of himself a million times just to see her eyes brighten like that.
“I’d love to,” she answered and his damn heart soared.
She reached down for her purse that had ended up discarded at the foot of the bed last night and dug around inside for a minute before pulling out her phone.
“Here,” she said, holding it out towards him. “Put your number in.”
Harvey tried not to appear as eager on the outside as he was on the inside as he did what he was told.
“I should get going,” he told her after handing her back the device.
He ignored the part of him that protested because he needed to go to his Criminal Law lecture it was important.
“I have class at nine.”
Donna wrinkled her nose in distaste.
“Why on earth would you sign up for a nine am class?”
“Honestly I ask myself that all the time. If I ever have an answer I’ll let you know.”
“Looking forward to it.”
“You’ll be okay by yourself right?” he asked, his voice heavy with concern.
“I’ll be fine Harvey,” she responded, shooting him an exasperated look. “And I promise I won’t steal anything after you leave.”
That grin that made flowers bloom in his chest appeared again and the whole world instantly became a better place.
“Have fun at your class,” she said.
He actually enjoyed Criminal Law but he was pretty sure he would have had a lot more fun spending the day with her.
“I’ll try,” was all he replied instead before heading out the door.
However all he could focus on for the entire lecture was a particular girl with fiery hair.
He can count the number of times he’s visited her apartment on one hand. There was that god-awful dinner party and the two times during his whole disbarment debacle. And then there was that other time, of which they never speak of. This would be the fifth time. [x]