Dear Diary [HARVEY SPECTER]

Dear Diary [One Shot]

(NOTE): This story was originally posted on my FanFiction account Milbuscus back in like 2015. I've edited & re-wrote quite a bit of it, but it still lowkey sucks. It's super old, so don't judge too harshly. I'm just reposting them for memories. :)

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Dear Diary,

This is the story of how I met Harvey Specter...

It was 6pm and Zoe was preparing herself for her meet-up with Harvey, she had called her brother a few minutes before setting off and asked how he was. He was recovering from a illness and wasn't recovering as great as the doctors wanted him too, it didn't worry Zoe though because she always believed in positive thoughts. She always loved calling her brother because one she gets to talk to him, and two she get's to talk to her niece Olivia who is only 5 years old.

Zoe loves children, she's always loved being around them and is always called a "positive spirit" around children and their parents. She'd do anything for Olivia, or any other child for that matter. Which is why she hated hanging up after calling her brother, because she loved talking to Olivia. But, this time she managed to brush it off and arrived at the local bar where she was meeting Harvey.

She was wearing a black dress which accentuated her curves with some classy black heels. Putting in as much effort as she could without purposely coming across as if she was there for any other reason.

He wore a tight blue t-shirt that hugged his muscles just right, accessoried with some jeans. It was unusual for Zoe to see him like this, especially after a long time. Usually he'd be dolled up in an expensive suit.

"Guess you're not going to let me win." Harvey Chuckled.

"Have I ever?" Zoe fired back, laughing.

"Would I know?" He looked at her and watched her pot another ball.

"Doubtful." She replied, leaning against the pool table and aiming for another ball.

"Have you ever?" Zoe asked, biting her lip and focusing her aim by closing one of her eyes.

"I am right now." He smirked, watching her closely as she missed the ball. "Rule number 27, never beat the person you're trying to close." Harvey smirked, leaning low to the table and aiming for his ball and potting it in. "I always hated rule number 27." He added, smiling at her and turning his head back to the table.

"You couldn't close me five years ago. What makes you think you've got a shot tonight?" She smiled, leaning against the pillar behind her and folding her arms across her chest.

"Didn't. Not couldn't." He smirked, approaching her and leaning in front of her to check the table and sus out another ball to pot. "And five years ago, it wasn't your legal services I was interested in." His spoke, his tone was much deeper; purposely adding some seduction to it.

She watched him as he bent down in front of her to check out the table letting her eyes travel down his body, before he rose again and moved to the other side of the table to get a better shot.

"How does Jessica feel about an employee who resigned coming back to consult?" She asked.

"She's onboard." Harvey replied, leaning to become eye level with the cue.

"Do you mean I have to convince her?" She chuckled softly, watching him.

"See that? That's why I want you." He fired back; smiling. He pushed his cue forwards, hitting the ball straight into the hole.

"You could've told me all this on the phone." She moved and lent down on the other side of the table, so his eyes would meet with her face; purposely trying to gain his attention.