how not to lose harvey in 10 days

chapter eight

He couldn't stop staring. Ever since the meeting began, there was a clear tension being built up between Donna and Harvey. Louis has eyed the two multiple times, wondering what he was missing. Donna being Donna managed to only direct her line of sight towards Louis, glancing towards Harvey occasionally but never allowing herself to linger for more than a second.

"Okay, Eleanor," Donna said, looking over at her client, "I'm gonna have you look over this contract, carefully."

"Right, because you don't want anyone stabbing you behind your back. You never know nowadays." Harvey said, stressing the last part of his sentence. He looked over at Donna, who clenched her jaw visibly. He kept up a smug smile on his face. Eleanor looked over at Donna for reassurance and Donna just nodded her head.

"Harvey's right," Donna agreed, his name tasting bitter in her mouth, "You never know how many people are willing to get on your side just to find out that they were out to get you for their advantage."

Louis looked back and forth between Donna and Harvey, absentmindedly tapping his pen as he waited for the clients to finish looking over the final documents. He noticed the amount of times Harvey cleared his throat, how Harvey seemed at complete unease whenever Donna talked. And their recent exchange of words in front of them seemed more personal than it was business. Harvey never gave advice, nor did he ever give anyone such a blunt assurance. Louis concluded that he was definitely missing something. As the clients finished signing their signatures on the papers, Donna stood up from her seat and offered her hand to Louis.

"It was great doing business with you Mr. Litt," Donna smiled, shaking Louis' hand. Donna retracted her hand and gazed at Harvey. She didn't offer her hand, but instead nodded, "Mr. Specter."

"Ms. Paulsen." Harvey acknowledged, the pent up anger slowly bubbling up from the surface. He didn't smile, clearly bothered by the way Donna was acting. It has been four months, though the reasoning behind their lack of kindness for one another still hung in the air.

Louis surely did not miss that exchange.

"Are you two..." Louis interrupted, pointing at both Donna and Harvey.

The two didn't even let him finish Louis' sentence before simultaneously saying "No."

...

She let out a breath as she walked out of the glass offices of Zane Lawfirm. Donna looked both ways before proceeding to walk out of the building, because she didn't need to see Harvey again, especially since he was quick to walk out after the meeting. As she walked towards the elevator, she was surprised to see him laughing with someone she so desperately didn't need him to be associated with. She wasn't fast enough, because before she could make a quiet exit, he turned around.

"Donna!" He approached her, kissing her lips and catching her off guard, "I didn't expect to see you here, babe."

She cringed at the term of endearment. Her line of sight never left the person that has barged into her life again as of 45 minutes ago. She stepped back from him and smiled, trying to read into Harvey's expression, but she couldn't decipher anything. Harvey stood rooted in his spot, trying to comprehend the unfolding scene in front of his face.

"Yeah, I-uh, I had to take this one for Jessica," She stammered.

Here's one detail Donna failed to mention, she has been seeing someone. Someone named Thomas Kessler, who seemed to be, by the looks of it, good friends with none other than Harvey Specter. Of course, she would have this luck. After the three month mark of her and Harvey's exchange, she met Thomas, was quickly swept away by her feet and saw potential in possibly having more with him. Thomas and Donna have been dating for a month, sometimes Donna forgets because of the big move happening for her in less than two weeks. Part of the reason why Donna and Thomas also clicked was because they were both headed to Chicago for a change, so Donna gave him a chance. She liked the guy, he was kind, he made her feel special, and he wasn't overly clingy - like the other guys she "dated" during the last three months. Thomas seemed noble, a good business man, and it helped that he wasn't awful to look at.

"Harvey, this is Donna..." Thomas said, trying to introduce the two.

"I know her," Harvey said, pausing a little too long before adding, "I mean, I just had a meeting with her and Louis about Jessica's client."

"Oh, good! Donna, this is Harvey, I think I haven't mentioned that he has been my lawyer for the last couple of years," Thomas explained, completely oblivious by the awkward barrier between Donna and Harvey, "I was just finalizing some things for the business before we're in Chicago."

That earned Harvey's interest, especially at the "we" part. Harvey wasn't an idiot, it was obvious that Donna and Thomas were together, he just didn't know for how long - or was just surprised at how fast Donna seemed to be moving on. Not that he wasn't, but it was the idea that he knew Thomas was a type of man who wasn't afraid of commitment, and was more of a long term kind of guy rather than a fun fling. Harvey Specter, he, was - is - a fun fling.

"Chicago? You're moving too?" Harvey asked, his gaze focused on Donna, who bit the inside of her cheek. Time has passed, and Donna knew she didn't need to give him an explanation, but by the expression on Harvey's face, she a tinge of guilt. She straightened her stance.

"Yes." It was all she could muster.

"When?"

"Ten days."

Before Harvey could further pry for any details and for Donna to keep answering them, Donna cleared her throat and gave the men a half assed excuse in order for her to leave. Thomas leaned in to give her a hug, and before she could walk away, Harvey got a hold of her hand. She turned around, her mouth slightly open in surprise. Their fingers touched, for a moment too long, before she dropped them to her side. They both felt a rush of electricity, or in reality, nerves course through their hands. Thomas observed the exchange, and watched the two study each other. Knowing Donna was waiting for him to speak first, Harvey sighed.

"Sorry, I just wanted to say good luck."

"Thanks." Donna said, a tiny smile visible on her lips, that Harvey thought he had imagined. She waved once again, before heading towards the elevator, her heart hammering loudly in her chest.

Harvey and Thomas both watched the elevator doors close, and Harvey was convinced that her eyes were directed towards him rather than Thomas. Harvey felt Thomas' hand clap behind his back, "I've only dated her for a month, Harvey, but she's something else. I might keep her around longer."

It took Harvey all his might to punch Thomas' face in front of the whole 50th floor.

He had no right making her feel the way she felt at the moment. It was night time now, nearing 11, and she stood in the middle of her room folding clothes and putting some of the dresses inside boxes. She had began packing a couple of days ago, because Donna Paulsen was always one step ahead. She looked outside her apartment window, and the view she has been waking up to for decades. She smiled nostalgically to herself, and thought about all the memories New York has given her. Chicago won't be the same but it will be good for her, it will be a fresh start to meet new people, and to call a new place her home. Her mind wandered back to Harvey's hand lightly holding onto hers earlier in his firm.

The man has been in her life for a total of nine days, but she felt that he was there for longer, like Harvey was a ghost haunting her - and occupying her thoughts every chance he got. Things regarding Harvey were left unfinished, their last talk not necessarily their best moment, and neither thought to seek each other. She'd be lying to herself if she denied she didn't want anything more with Harvey. The two days in Boston with him has changed her entire outlook of him, but then again, the revelation of his bet has also altered her perception of him, greatly.

But why was it she still thought about him? Why did she allow her mind to remember bits and pieces of their night in Boston, of his dark eyes filled with desire as his name escaped her lips in a moan? What kind of magic did Harvey Specter place on her? She shook off her thoughts and decided to call it a night. Donna sat on the edge of her bed, her head dropping in her hands. She needed a strawberry milkshake from Smile 'N Delight.

...

In the other side of town, Harvey Specter stared at his ceiling, unable to sleep. He reached for his blanket and threw it off his body before standing up. He thought about Donna and how everything he built in the last four months seemed insignificant. He had allowed himself to move on and not relish whatever he had with her that he hadn't realized just how much the woman has impacted his life. He got his old self back, and he was content, until he waltzed inside the glass office where her hair boldly contrasted with everything surrounding it. He thought he was fine, was completely unaffected by their situation, but it was clear he wasn't.

He was wide awake, and decided to head to the one place that gave him a sense of comfort - sense of familiarity.

He walked in with a smile on his face, excited to see the old couple who has practically treated him like a child of their own. There was one person he hadn't expected to see there though, the very same person that drove him into his current sleepless night. She was laughing with them, talking to Al and Carol like they had also known her for as long as they had known him. It seemed that she was also having a sleepless night of her own too, Harvey observed her hair tied messily in a knot, wearing leggings and a sweater and not her usual array of designer dresses and heels. Her lips, shimmering with gloss that probably tasted like cherries or strawberries. Al caught a glimpse of Harvey first, a look of surprise in his face before turning into a look of amusement.

"Harvey!"

"Hey, Al." Harvey said, not knowing wether or not to walk towards them and invade their conversation.

Harvey watched as Donna stilled her actions when she heard Al call his name. She turned around, because her back was facing towards him, and smiled. Carol was already rounding the counter and gave Harvey a big hug. Carol then stepped back and told Al that they both should fix something up for Harvey, before he could object, Donna and Harvey stood in the middle of the diner. He offered to talk first.

"They're not very subtle." He said, and Donna laughed in response. A first sign that things around them shouldn't be as awkward as they needed to be. They still had a good few feet that separated them.

"No, they're really not."

They were two lawyers, of course they noticed and read into every single action - and not only in the courtroom. In this case, it was Al and Carol, who obviously knew what was going on more than most between Donna and Harvey. Harvey awkwardly fiddled with his phone in his pocket, unsure of what to say next.

"I was just leaving," Donna started, walking by past him and he did it again, stopped her, only this time, his hand was on her arm. She looked back and forth between his eyes, not knowing what the hell he wanted.

"Stay."

"Harvey, I told you, I was just leav-"

"No, you weren't. Otherwise," He pointed his head towards the kitchen, "those two wouldn't be fixing up a strawberry milkshake."

She cocked her head to the side, her mouth pursed. She could keep lying and convince him that the reason she was leaving was totally not the fact that things between them weren't the same as they used to be. But Harvey was Harvey, he could call her bullshit in an instant.

"Fine," She gave in, walking to a nearby booth and sitting. He sat opposite her. "We can't pretend that everything between us is fine, you know that right?" Donna added.

"I know that, but right now, can we pretend that everything is okay? Let's pretend we're strangers, a clean slate between us."

"What are you talking about?"

"Let's just not be Donna and Harvey tonight," He didn't know what his plans were, but he knew he needed at least a couple of hours of having normalcy between he and Donna. He had a plan, he just didn't know what, "And at midnight, we can talk about everything. If you want."

Donna was stunned with his offer to be honest, she didn't exactly expect Harvey to offer her a chance for a conversation. They have been so passive aggressive towards one another that she thought there wouldn't be a chance for a closure before she moved to Chicago. So maybe this was the chance, maybe she needed to take it.

"What makes you think I'm going to spend another two hours with you?" Donna asked, her lips turning upward. Harvey smiled back, feeling a rush of relief surrounding his whole body. He allowed himself to look at her, really look at her, even if he knew she belonged to someone else now. He took in her face, face free from makeup but still as beautiful as ever, the way her nose scrunched when she mentioned the two hours, and the way her eyes seemed to sparkle on its own and not from the light fixtures in the place.

"You're going in ten days, two hours isn't going to kill you, is it?" Harvey said, but when realization hit him that she was going to leave, he sat leaned back to his seat, a sad smile forming on his lips. Grateful for the timing of Al and Carol, the silence was disappeared when plates of burgers and glasses of milkshakes were set on the table.

"Thank you," Donna looked up at both Al and Carol with a hopeful grin on their faces.

"We'll leave you two kids alone." Carol said, winking at Donna while Harvey was grabbing a fry from his plate. She rolled her eyes and smiled, wishing she had the same optimism as the couple. Donna turned her face towards Harvey again.

"Okay, one hour. That's all we have." Donna said clearly.

"One hour." Harvey repeated, not wanting to focus on how this may very well be the last time he'll see her or hear her voice.

"In that case," Donna started, offering her right hand to Harvey across the table, "I'm Debbie."

Harvey looked at her, confused. He wondered what she was up to, but by the look on her face, he figured that it might be something worth their while.

"I'm Harvey."

She rolled her eyes, "You said we're going to be strangers, so let's be strangers."

He tried again, reaching for her hand to shake it, "I'm Reginald."

Her face lit up with amusement with his choice of name, but to be fair, he didn't know what other name he would go by as, so he opted for his middle name. He knew that Donna would probably ask him later about it, judging by the look on her face.

The two spent the next fifteen minutes inside the diner, eating the food Carol and Al prepared, talking again in their newest persona. They talked easily, talked about the little things, talked about their lives and what they do: some were lies, but most were the truth. They laughed, and for a moment, the two pretended that everything them were in their past - at least for the next hour and a half. When they finished their food, Harvey offered his arm and lead both of them outside. He told Donna that Ray will pick them up once their talk at midnight was over, she was hesitant of letting herself be around him again, but what could she lose when she didn't have him anymore in the first place.

As they rounded the corner of building, they both heard the growing sound of a street performer singing away Strangers in the Night by Frank Sinatra. How fitting. The man's voice was beautiful, and Donna was fixated for a moment. Harvey glanced over at her, a smile forming on Donna's lips. There were barely any people around. The man performing smiled when he saw Harvey and Donna listening intently to his voice.

Strangers in the night

Exchanging glances

Wondering in the night

What were the chances

We'd be sharing love

Before the night was through?

Donna and Harvey walked closer, Harvey's hands tucked inside his coat pocket. He glanced at Donna once again, watching her head bob ever so slightly at the music.

"Something in in your eyes, was so inviting," Harvey sang along beside her. Her voice hitched when she heard his deep tone and looked over at him with bewilderedness painted on her face.

"Reginald sings?"

"Occasionally," Harvey admits, "Come on."

Harvey grabs her hand and pulls her in the middle of the sidewalk, closer to the man singing. Before she could object to whatever was happening next, his hands had moved to her waist and they were both swaying. She looks up at him, realizing the clear difference in height between them when she wasn't in her heels. She swallowed her nerves, her knees went weak by the way he was looking at her, so engrossed in her.

"Harv-"

"We're Debbie and Reginald tonight, remember?"

"Right." Donna remembered.

Little did we know

Love was just a glance away, a warm embracing dance away

He pulled her closer as they slow danced with the live music. He moved farther, their arms still connected as he twirled her around gently. The man's voice echoing between their moment, with lyrics that were all too relevant, but they decided to see past it. She smiled as he pulled her closer again, laughing when he almost stepped on her foot. She stopped laughing when his gaze was fixated on her, a hint of sadness clear in his deep, brown eyes. She was breathless. Her hand was placed on his chest, his hand still on her waist, holding her firmly. They didn't even notice the small crowd that had formed around them during their little moment.

"In love forever, it turned out so right for strangers in the night." Harvey harmonized, rendering Donna even more speechless.

The song ended, and so it seems as have they.

The loud microphone broke their moment apart.

"Thank you to the couple in front of me for making the performance even more special." The man said, smiling at Harvey and Donna, who were significantly farther from one another when they first arrived. The two joined the crowd with their own claps, not acknowledging that they both just slow danced in the middle of the city, completely lost in their own world. They were about to leave when the man spoke to them once again.

"Do you know any other Frank Sinatra classic?"

"Me?" Harvey turned around with Donna.

"Yes," the man laughed, "I'm Luca, and I saw the way you were mouthing the words as you two danced. Wanna join me for the next number?"

Donna looked over at Harvey and raised her eyebrows, a smile gracing her lips.

"I-no, no it's okay. I'm not that great at singing," Harvey said, because it was true, he wasn't that great at singing but he wasn't horrible either, but he wasn't about to let that be known in front of the small crowd that had formed. A couple of hollers encouraging Harvey to do it came from the crowd. He looked at Donna who was having way too much fun with the current situation.

"Come on, do it." Donna smiled. Harvey walked towards Luca reluctantly as Luca offered Harvey a microphone.

"Do you know the way you look tonight?"

"Unfortunately yes," Harvey said to the crowd, earning a couple of chuckles, and one coming from Donna.

"Good, because it would be sad if you didn't know the classic." Luca winked, "I'll start and join whenever you'd like. Please sing along though because if you don't, we'll just have you sing the next song."

Harvey nodded, not knowing why he was agreeing to a literal man in the middle of the street.

"And what is your name?"

"Reginald," Harvey responded, smiling slightly at Donna.

"And who is that lovely redhead with you?"

"That's Debbie, a stranger." Harvey said, inflection in his voice telling everyone otherwise. No stranger danced with one another like that.

"I have a feeling you're lying," Luca stated, "All right. Let's begin."

Luca started singing the song, with Harvey still awkwardly standing by his side. He let Luca go through a couple of verses. He wished he didn't know the words by heart, but when he was little, and his father turned on the music, Frank Sinatra often occupied the room. Harvey glanced over at Donna who shoo'd her hand towards his direction, clearly telling him to sing. Harvey rolled his eyes playfully and lifted the microphone close to his mouth.

"Yes you're lovely," Harvey began, "With your smile so warm."

Luca whistled not expecting Harvey to actually sing a good tune, "Seems like Reginald here knows what he's doing."

The small crowd were engrossed with the performance. Donna kept her eyes focused on Harvey, harmonizing with Luca gracefully. She truly didn't expect the great Harvey Specter to let a small crowd convince him to sing, but he had. But then Donna thought about how they were both playing the role of strangers tonight, and she realized that maybe she was just fixated with the thought of Reginald. Maybe, maybe that was it. She was pulled back into reality, quite literally when Harvey approached her still singing in the microphone. He moved it away from his mouth, and stopped singing, allowing Luca to still continue. He leaned closer to Donna's ears.

"If I have to do this, you're gonna have to do it with me," He breathed, laughter intertwined with his tone.

"No, I don't think-"

"Lovely, never, never change," Harvey began, pulling her in front of the crowd next to him and Luca. He pointed his mic towards her.

"Keep that breathless charm," Donna sang effortlessly which surprised Harvey. He smiled proudly. Years of being in theatre truly paid off. The crowd was still fully engaged, the same way Donna and Harvey were both engaged with each other. They weren't singing to the crowd.

They were singing to each other, basking in the romantic lyrics of Frank Sinatra.

...

They were still talking about their performance as they continued to walk, with no set destination in mind.

"I didn't know you have a voice like that!" Donna laughed.

"There's a lot of things you don't know about me."

Donna stopped, crossing her arms and stroking her arms from the cold. It had gotten significantly colder since they left the diner and Harvey didn't fail to notice. He shrugged his coat off without hesitation and draped it over Donna's frame.

"Thank you," she said sincerely.

Harvey looked over his watch, it was quarter until midnight, "It's almost midnigh-"

"We should talk."

Thankfully they were close to a nearby park, with still plenty of light on. They sat on a bench, both waiting for the other to start.

"I'm sorry." Harvey said outright, "What I did was a shitty thing to do, I should have told you from the first day."

"Then why didn't you?" Donna asked, her voice cracking. The memories before the last four months came rushing back in her memory. Harvey sighs.

"I'm never one to let my pride down, and I think you knew that," Harvey laughed, "I thought you were the same as all the other women, I know I sound like a dick saying that, but you were. You gave me a challenge, and I was ready for a challenge. I just didn't think that I'd-," He stopped and saw the way her eyes waited for him to finish what he wanted to say. But he couldn't. Not when she was leaving so soon. "You were different."

"Different how, Harvey?"

"I don't know," Harvey lied.

"That's bullshit and you know it," Donna said, standing up now, her voice wavering. "I thought we were going to resolve things tonight."

"Is that not what we're doing?" Harvey responded, also standing up now, matching her tone, "I'm not the only one at fault here."

"I know that, Harvey! I'm sorry, too. What I did was awful, and I should have told you sooner."

"Then why didn't you?" Harvey echoed her own words, causing her heart to restrict.

"I..." Donna said, unable to finish her sentence.

"You're here getting angry at me for not finishing my sentence, when you can't even begin yours?" Harvey said, his arms waving in the air.

"Because it's not going to change anything and you know it!" Donna said, "I'm leaving in ten days, what use is it to explain everything to you now when we both have moved on and it's better if we stayed away from each other."

Harvey reached for her arms, gently. He looked intently at her.

"You can't use that as an excuse to run away from whatever the hell it is happening between us, you don't get a free pass."

"And you do?" Donna scoffed.

"I'm not the one who said they couldn't ever see themselves being with me," Harvey said, recalling the harsh conversation between Donna and Jessica, "So yeah. I get a free pass."

He walked past by her, no longer wanting to entertain the conversation. It was clear neither wanted to fix anything, at least not without some form of civility. Donna stood behind, watching him walk away, realizing that he was there at her apartment building and heard her conversation with Jessica - but not before he could hear the part where Donna confessed just how much she liked him.

"You didn't hear it clearly!" Donna yelled. He turned back around.

"I think I heard it pretty well," He remarked sarcastically, "Arrogant, asshole...right?"

She walked angrily towards him, closer to him. There was still a clear distance between them, though.

"God damn it, Harvey! Don't you get it? I fell for you!" She was yelling now, louder than before, "And for your information, you must have left before I finished my sentence, because you're right. I did say you were selfish, you were arrogant, and I could never see myself being with someone like you. But that's beside the point, because for some fucked up reason, I still want to be with you. But maybe you are just the selfish, arrogant asshole I met."

Donna confessed, tears streaming down her face. Harvey stood in his place, shock painted in his face. A rush of adrenaline coursed through his body.

"Do you think I didn't fall for you? You kept me up at night, left me thinking that I was off my game. You were, are different because, Donna Paulsen, you changed me. Changed me in a way no one has dared to, and I'm fucking terrified." Harvey said, his voice cracking in between the revelation.

He watched as Donna's face turned softer, and he stepped forward, catching her face in his hand. He looked at her intently, and leaned in.

They kissed.

It was messy, like they were teenagers experimenting for the first time, and it didn't help that they were in the middle of the park with no one around.

He kissed her with every conviction he had.

She let him take over her senses, her hands finding their way around his neck and hair and-

BEEP.

A flash of light accompanied by a horn blaring came by. Harvey looked over to see that it was his own Lexus, with Ray in the driver's seat, slowly parking by the park. He had forgotten that he had asked Ray to come pick them up when it was nearing midnight.

Donna stepped back, her cheeks, red.

Both equally flustered.

The beep was a reality check for Donna, "Harvey, I'm leaving in ten days."

"I know." Harvey said sadly. He looked into her eyes and saw another wave of panic cross in Donna's mind.

"I'm seeing someone."

"I know. Shit." Harvey said, suddenly realizing that Thomas was in the picture. He saw her retracting away from him, shrugging off his jacket in the process, "Let Ray take you home, tell him I'm going for a walk."

She didn't argue. As she walked away, she heard Harvey's voice.

"One hundred and twenty three days."

She turned around, "What?"

"One hundred and twenty three days is all we had. Goodbye, Donna."

She looked at her phone.

It was midnight.

Another new day without Harvey.

Mike couldn't take it anymore. He watched Harvey the whole day, hell the whole past week on edge. He was more panicky- completely unaware of what was going on. There were multiple times in the last 10 days where Harvey had completely disassociated himself from the meetings, with Mike needing to save him. He watched Harvey very late into the night just in his office, nursing a glass of whatever strong whiskey he wanted that day. He couldn't take it anymore.

Mike marched inside Harvey's office, not caring wether or not he'd fire him for what he was about to say. "You're gonna get up from your seat and go to her."

"Mike."

"Harvey." Mike responded.

"Mike. You know I can't do that. I tried. There's no more chance."

"So you're gonna let her go again?"

"I said everything I had to say."

"Did you?" Mike asked, not completely believing him.

"Yes."

"Did you say the exact words?"

Harvey eyed Mike. He hated it when the kid was right.

...

The traffic was taking too long and he was only a couple of blocks away. He unlocked the cab door before quickly saying, "Harvey Specter. Zane's Lawfirm, I'll pay you then!"

He couldn't waste more time. The cab driver's "Hey!" was drowned out by his heart thumping as he ran to her apartment building.

He slowed as he watched moving guys place boxes inside the truck, reality of her leaving suddenly hitting him. Thankfully, the person he solely wanted to see stepped right out of the building as well, telling the moving men to be careful with certain boxes. He watched her smile at them, which the men eagerly accepted. She was dressed down, her hair in curly waves behind her back.

He walked closer to her, and as if she had felt his presence, she turned around.

"I love you." He quickly said, not even allowing her the chance to take in the fact that he was there, "I love you. I know I don't have the right to say that because you're with Thomas, but I had to say it."

"Harvey-"

"Please, let me finish," Harvey said, stepping closer, "I think you're one of the first women I have ever felt this way with. There's something about you that I can't seem to figure out and I like that - I like that I can't read you easily, that there's parts of you that I would have discovered, if I tried harder. I'm sorry. God, I'm so sorry that I hurt you, and I'm sorry I didn't come to my senses sooner. Donna, I love you and I think that I was afraid to admit that. Shit, I'm still petrified. But I needed you to know. I just had to let you know."

He breathed in, watching her face, trying to read her. He didn't know if she was mad, which he would totally understand if she was, except she did something that he hadn't expected. She smiled.

"Thomas and I broke up the night we kissed, Harvey."

A smile of his own formed on his face.

"Why didn't you say-"

"Excuse me, you were the one who told me to let you finish," She giggled.

He walked closer, his hands finding her waist.

"So?"

"So?," Donna laughed, "Harvey, I loved you, too," She watched his face drop at the past tense, "I still do."

"You need to finish your sentences faster." He smiled, then he realized that not everything was resolved, she was still moving. "I don't know how long distance relationships work, but I'm willing to work it out, I can come visit you in Chicago-"

"Harvey, I'm moving apartments." She deadpanned, "So stop the dramatics. We're going to be approximately a couple of miles away, so I hope you'll make it work." She joked.

God, did he love her.

"So does that mean?"

"Kiss me, you idiot."

And so he did, with as much vigor as he could possibly have. She intertwined her arms around his neck, like a habit, pulling him in deeper. He heard the guys by the moving truck whistle. He kissed her more gently towards the end, no longer in a rush, because he had her. She stepped back, her smile - one he has never seen before, reaching all the way to her ears, he probably mirrored the same shit eating grin of his.

Harvey grabbed a hold of her hand and intertwined it with his own, slowly walking them towards her apartment building. She dropped her head by his shoulder as they walked along the halls. Donna was elated, her heart swelled with happiness knowing that they finally, somehow, made it. She felt his hand squeeze hers, as if he had known what she was thinking. It was a small gesture, but it said a lot. It was reassurance.

"We're not about to do it in my empty apartment right?"

"I like a challenge," Harvey responded, earning him a playful slap from Donna.

They stood in front of apartment 206.

"I think I may be the best closer this city has ever seen."

Harvey stepped back, bringing his eyebrows together, "What makes you say that?"

"I closed you, didn't I?" Donna smirked, as she opened her apartment door, pulling him inside. He pinned her against the door, steadying himself by putting one of his hands against the door.

"It only took one hundred and thirty three days," Harvey breathed, one hand holding onto her waist. He watched her eyes narrow, "Too soon?"

"No, just one hundred and and twenty three days late," Donna said, recalling the ten day bet Harvey had, "You need to stop counting like our days are numbered."

"Not anymore, not when I know we'll probably stay in each other's life for quite awhile," Harvey said confidently.

"You're that sure?"

"Wanna bet on it?" Harvey remarked, sealing the bet with another kiss.

AND TADAAAA, that was the end of how not to lose in harvey in 10 (well, in there idiotic case, 133) days. Thank you for the kind reviews that you guys leave and for liking each chapter. I went about this story out of a whim, not knowing exactly where I wanted it to go, but hopefully the ride was good. I wanted to end it in the same realm as the original movie, but with a twist, and hopefully that showed. Anyway I hope you guys enjoyed this FINAL chapter, though I do have an epilogue idea in mind, and if you guys want it, I will make it happen. Just let me know!

Again, thank you.

And lastly, sorry for any grammatical or spelling errors you came across :)