A/N:
Hey guys! Yes, I know I haven't updated FBS for CENTURIES and I am extremely, extremely sorry for those of you who have been waiting for so long, and I am extremely grateful for your patience. I guess I just sort of gave up on writing FBS, after I noticed it wasn't really getting anywhere, and I thought maybe there wasn't really a point for me to continue a story that not many people read?
A HUMONGOUS SHOUTOUT TO RawrSaysMaddie, go follow her, she's the one who gave me the confidence to give FBS another try, after I saw her post on my message board thingy. It was then that I realised that there are in fact still people out there who read this story of mine, and enjoy it. And it wouldn't be very nice of me if I just disappointed these people by completely stopping FBS, so I decided, to give this another chance ;) THANK YOU SO MUCH TO ALL YOU WONDERFUL PEOPLE OUT THERE WHO SUPPORT FBS, YOUR SUPPORT MEANS THE WORLD. CUTE AS A BUTTON, EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU. <3 <3<3 <3 I LOVE YOU, and I hope you enjoy this chapter. ;)
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Harry and I walked out of the arena, hand in hand.
I never though I'd say this, but this time, when we held hands, it didn't feel...
Like we were holding hands.
It felt as though we were forced to hold hands.
I mean, its not like we weren't forced to hold hands previously, its just that in the past, it felt more...
Natural.
Now it just felt like I was holding onto something, something that wasn't Harry Styles's hand.
And, as usual, lights from cameras flashed continuously, fangirl screams and questions from reporters were all jumbled up in the air.
Maybe I should get some earplugs next time I go out.
That'll save my poor ears.
My eyes though, were another problem altogether.
This time, nothing was draped over my head to block me from the lights.
Unusual, but expected.
I sighed. Harry really dislikes me now, doesn't he?
Seems like sunglasses has made its way onto my shopping list now, then.
Don't get me wrong, its not that I wanted Harry to 'protect' me from all the lights, its just that he'd been doing it for the past few weeks I thought it'd become a habit.
But now it seems like it wasn't.
When we finally reached the car, Harry opened the car door and let himself in, me following closely behind.
Just as I was about to let myself in, however, Harry just slammed the car door close, right in my face.
Cue more camera clicking and flashes.
As much as I felt like breaking down, right there and then, I plastered a smile faker than the Kardashians on my face, pretending that whatever that had just happened was nothing but an accident.
"What the hell was that all about?" I demanded the moment the car had driven away from all the 'bees'.
"What was what all about?" Harry asked, face as innocent looking as ever.
God, could he stop that??? He made it so, so hard for me to feel angry with him, with that face, so beautiful, so wonderful, so perf-
Stop, Millie, stop! You're supposed to be angry at that jerk, not mesmerized like some lovesick puppy!

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