So this is the end of my story. I feel like I am sending my child off to college, knowing that they might not come back. I feel so sad. I love this story so much, and I've grown attached to Max, which is probably why I am doing the sequel. Now before you read this I wanted everyone to know that this was the ending that I planned for since the very beginning. This exact moment was invisioned in my head, so don't think that this was last minute. This is how The Art of Philiophobia was always going to end, and I'm glad that my brain thinks ahead without me even knowing.
Anyways, I just wanted to say what I had to before the end came. If you want to keep reading about the adventures of Harvey and Max, don't fret! The sequel will be up soon!
So, for the last time on TAOP...
Enjoy. P.S. I do not own Suits
"The idea is to not look vengeful, Harvey. This looks like you are plotting his murder."
Mike sat comfortably in one of the chairs that was facing Harvey's desk, reading over the brunette lawyer's testimony in the case of Oliver Klades. It was a month after the hostage situation as the mid-February snow was slowly cascading down. The Oliver Klades case was going to trial, and Lieutenant Quentin Lowe recieved a statement from both Mr. Specter, and the future Mrs. Specter. The man in question was sitting at his desk, leaning back casually as he was going over a file in his hand.
"I don't give a shit," Harvey said, not looking up, "he attacked my girl. I don't take that lightly, and if that means I look like a monsterous person, then I look like a monsterous person."
Mike shook his head, "Don't worry Harvey. They'll see you as protective and passionately driven to keep the one you love safe."
"You really know how to wrap things in a pretty bow, don't you?" Harvey told him, finally looking up.
"Well I was Valedictorian," the blond said, polishing his nails on the lapels of his suit.
Harvey shook his head, "I just want Oliver, as well as everyone else in this world to know that if they even think of hurting Max, I won't hesitate to destroy them."
"Harsh words," Mike told him.
The other man just shrugged. He wasn't sorry.
"Oliver isn't mentally stable Harvey; you can't blame him."
"No?" Harvey asked sarcastically, "Try me. He shot Max. I don't care if you're fricken Ghandi. You shoot my girl, it's game over."
Mike put his hands up in defence, "Alright, I give."
"Good," the man said, looking back at the paper in his lap.
"What case are you working on? There isn't anything on your docket," Mike knew Harvey's schedule to the T, so his curiousity obviously peaked.
"An old Cameron Dennis case," Harvey said, grabbing another file off the desk.
"I am trying to find a loophole in any case he's had. If I can get more people to testify against him, hopefully he will get his ass disbarred."
"Out for blood are you?" Mike questioned, his eyebrows raising.
Harvey gave him a 'no-shit' look, "Be happy that's all I'm after."
"Oh, no, I'm not complaining," Mike said, smiling at Harvey before grabbing a file off of his desk as he began looking through the pages.
Mike stopped sifting through the papers to look at Harvey. This was a man who almost nine months ago would spend every night with eithe a blonde or brunette. Maybe even both at the same time. This was a man who nine months ago never showed his soft side, not even to himself. Nine months ago, the thought of marriage wouldn't even cross his mind.
Nine months ago, the old Harvey Specter would laugh at the new Harvey Specter.
"You're getting married, to Max," Mike said solemnly, with him still not believing it.
"I know, I was kind of the one to ask her," Harvey smirked, going back to the document in front of her.
"So... that day," the blonde said, "when Max was taken hostage-"
"What about it?" Harvey said cutting him off completely. He didn't want to be reminded of the events that had happened earlier that day.
"When you were late. What happened? It seemed like you were such in a rush to see her."
Harvey looked at Mike, who in turn pierced his lips together as he raised his eyebrows.
"Mike, it's not important anymore," he said, placing the files on his desk, "shit happened. Things changed. It seems insignificant now, with everything that's happened."
"I guess that would make sense," Mike said as he was getting his cellphone out of his bag, "but you should still do whatever the hell you were going to do. It may not be important now, but it used to be important, and you owe it to yourself to follow through with your actions. If not for yourself, then do it for Max." The younger man of the two got up from his seat to answer his phone as a strawberry blonde woman sauntered into his office. Harvey smirked at the woman, knowing full well what she was about to say.
"Good morning sunshine."
"Shit storm headed for the office," Donna told him nonchalantly.
"Really? You know this how?"
"I'm Donna. I know."
Harvey shook his head, "Subtly bring it to my office."
"Ooh, stealth mode. It's like I was born for this," the woman gasped in sarcasm as she strutted out of the office just as Mike was finishing his conversation.
"...That place is fine, Rach. Anything you pick will be amazing," he paused for a moment, smirking at what his woman was saying on the other line, "yeah, I'll tell her that, okay?"
He paused, "I love you, bye."
Mike shoved the phone back in his pocket as he sat back down in his chair. Looking up, he saw Harvey, who was deep in thought. The powerful lawyer was clearly dileberating something internally as Harvey slowly tapped his pen on the desk. If Mike didn't know any better, he knew that the man in front of him was going to do something absolutely ridiculous, and yet it was absolutely needed.
"Harvey, you on earth?"
The man took a deep breath, "You're right."
"I usually am, but about what?"
The lawyer just smiled, "I might just take your advice."
Harvey threw the file on the desk, "But you might want to take my advice and get the hell out before you are caught in the shit storm."
Mike's brain registered quickly on the situation at hand.
"Well, I wouldn't want to be in the way of that."
"Good, now you better get the hell up, because it's coming this way."
Harvey had never seen Mike shoot out of his chair faster than ever before as the blonde rose his head to look out into the office. Catching sight of the shit storm, he ran out of the office, grabbing his bag as he zoomed out of the office. As the door was swinging shut, a hand grabbed the door handle, and in came the raging bull. The anger that came off of the person was deadly serious. This person was not to be messed with, as they would probably drop kick the shit out of everyone who got in that person's path.
Harvey had to hold his laughter as he saw his little shit storm so angry. It was actually cute when she wasn't angry at him.
"I am going to kill every God damn person who shoves a camera in my face!" Max said, sitting on the couch, grabbing a hold of the tissue box, pulling out the tissues relentlessly. "How the hell did they figure it out? No one was supposed to know we were getting married!" She yelled, pulling more tissue out of the box. "All the fucking paparazzi people can kiss my ass! I am so frustrated with this bullshit!" Max ended up throwing the box across the room as she stood up, pacing around the room. "Why the hell do they even want to know about our lives? We're not that special. No, I take that back, we are special, and there is no reason in the foresaken world that they should plaster us on People's Magazine!"
She stopped in front of Harvey, her arms raised over her head in anger.
"Why are you just standing there!"
He laughed as he forced her arms down, placing his hands at the top of her arms, rubbing them soothingly.
"Stop," he told her sternly, her face going plain as she listened to him.
"Breathe," he said, mimicking deep breaths. She followed his breaths, easily calming down because of this.
"I don't like this crazy Max," he said in a soft voice, "I want my Max back. My confident, sexy, has-her-shit-together, Max. Can I have Max back?"
She nodded, her smirk appearing on her face.
"Good," Harvey said, giving her a quick kiss, before going back to his desk, picking up the file that sat on the glass. Max sat on the arm of one of the couches, running a finger through her hair.
"I just want to go home and hide under the sheets and pray to God that no one ever takes my picture again," the woman said as she huffed in aggrivation. She looked over to her love before scowling at his calm demeanour. "How the hell are you so calm about this? What happened to your 'you-touch-my-girlfriend-and-I'll-beat-the-shit-out-of-you' mantra?"
Harvey smiled as he still looked at the file in front of him, "There are cameras willing to take a picture of every move I make, so charging at one of them would probably look bad on the firm."
He looked up at her then, a serious look on his face.
"And my mantra is actually 'you-touch-my-future-wife-and-I'll-kill-you'."
She laughed, getting off the couch and walking towards him. Standing behind him, she leaned down, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. His hand was on top of hers as she rested her head on his shoulder. Her eyes travelled over the desk, looking at all of the things scattered along the edge. Baseballs, penholders, paper weights... everything she usually typically see when she looks at Harvey's desk. Her eyes fluttered over to the picture frame sitting on his desk. It was the first picture of Harvey and her, when they were at the Bethesda fountain. She smiled at the picture, remembering all those times she had with her bafoon. He was so different then, closed off and afraid. She remembered him. He was cocky, and arrogant, and he didn't care about anyone. She couldn't believe that she slowly got to him. She was always so soft, and she was so caring, she couldn't understand how someone like her could have been with someone like him.
But that was when she realized that they worked because they weren't the same.
Harvey was strong on the outside, and soft on the inside. Max had a calming exterior, but she was forceful and passionate on the inside. Harvey got information out of people by using harsh means while Max went for the friendly approach on a person. They were opposites, but they were meant to be together.
He was her Manhattan skyline at night. He was her Breakfast at Tiffany's. He was the most expensive wine she'd ever own. He was the most precious picture on her wall. He was her favourite memory.
He was hers.
And she loved him just as much as he loved her.
"You know," she said softly, "Mike always asks me why I don't care."
"About?" He asked, very curious.
"You saying it."
"Oh?" Harvey said, turning around, causing Max stand and lean against his desk, facing him as he turned to face her.
"It was because I had a dream."
Harvey's eyebrow rose, "A dream?"
"Yeah, I had it a while ago, and ever since then it's all I dream about," she said, crossing her arms as she looked at the skyline in front of her. The sun was shining as it hit her face softly in the afternoon glow. Harvey couldn't tear his eyes away from her.
She shook her head, "I always dream that dream."
Max collected her thoughts, remembering the dream.
"Remember Karly Klades' trial? The night you came over?"
"After we fought," Harvey said, a pang of guilt in his chest following afterwards.
"Yes," she smiled bittersweetly, "It was the morning after that night, and I was sleeping... and you were awake. It felt so real, like I could honestly feel you taking a piece of my hair and tucking it in behind my ear," she laughed, "I don't know why, but I love remembering that little detail; you tucking my hair back. It made me feel so safe. Anyways, I could hear you breathing, and I could feel you looking at me. All of a sudden, I can hear you. But it's not like you're saying a random thing. I can hear you tell me that you love me," she looked down at her shoes, licking her lips as she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
"That dream was so real for me that... I guess that's what held me over. That's what made me stay."
She looked up to see Harvey's mind impassive.
The only reason it was impassive is because Harvey was trying to contain every good God damn emotion that ever existed. He was happy, and elated, and estatic, and shocked, and antsy, and everything that gave him butterflies. Harvey couldn't believe what was happening. He couldn't even fathom to understand how amazing he felt at that moment.
Harvey knew that she thought it was a dream, but she subconsciously knew that he loved her because he told her.
This woman was his everything. Every moment he lived, he wanted her there right beside him. She was his ray of sunshine. She was his comfort. This woman was the only person in the world who he wanted. This was his major deal; the one that could make him or break him, and it sure did make him. It made him whole, perfect. He was the all mighty, powerful, multimillionaire attorney Harvey Specter, Senior Partner at Pearson Hardman. The only reason he was powerful was because of Maxine Harris, which was the love of his life.
He wasn't afraid anymore.
Not one bit.
"Harvey," his angel sang, snapping him out of his thoughts.
"Yeah babe?" He asked her.
She smirked, shaking her head as she gave him a quick kiss.
"I'll be back in a bit, I just have to quickly talk to Jessica about the Joseph-Gunter agreement," she said pulling out her phone, "then I've got to call my dad, see if we can do lunch. Then possibly call an agent to handle our public affairs since apparently, we now need one," Max smiled at Harvey, who was still staring at her.
"I'll be quick," she said walking towards the door. Max swung the door open.
"Hey Max?" Harvey called from his desk, his pen in his hand as he leaned back nonchalantly.
"Yes?" She turned, her hand keeping the door open.
He smiled at her.
"I love you."
Max's heart stopped.
Her mouth slightly parted.
Her eyes watered.
She smiled, biting her lip as she was trying to hold her tears.
"I love you too."
WAHHHHHH! It's done!
I'm so sad that it's over!
But at least now we have the sequel.
Should be up soon, but will be posted before the week's done.
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