Millie woke up at the early hours of the day at 6 AM--it was her daily routine, waking up to work out and spend a few hours with her cats before a day at work made her feel at ease. Today she didn't have to work, the only thing she got up for today was her "date" with Harry Styles.
Is it a date? She thought to herself as she made her cup of coffee. Standing there in the kitchen with her baggy Strokes shirt and small workout shorts, she watched the coffee drain into her cup. Just as she was about to gather her cup, one of her cats, Tinfoil came in front and rubbed her face over Millie's hand. She smiled sweetly at the cat, took her into her arms and then her cup.
"I've got to get ready, Tin," she said with a kiss on the kitty's head, her pastel pink nails scratched on her cheeks and the cat made a small sound of approval. "I've got a date--or evening with, Harry," she cooed before grabbing her phone from the coffee table and looking to see a text from Harry that she received five minutes ago.
"Morning! Still up for today?" She smiled at the little smile emoji he put and she quickly typed back.
"You got it, dude. I'll be here waiting x" She stood back up after putting her phone down and Tinfoil followed close behind knowing what time of the day it was. Millie entered the small room for her two cats and opened up the canned food for her pets. Tinfoil and Rosey both walked in meowing loudly and shoving their way in front of the food bowl.
"God, calm down you pigs," she cursed pushing the food into the bowl and making her way back out the room towards the bathroom where she untied her ponytail and started a shower. Taking off her clothes and stepping into the shower she felt content at the thought of meeting Harry again.
He buttoned three buttons on his shirt and messed with the collar as he looked into the mirror, he had never really cared about what people thought of his fashion sense, but as he stared into the mirror he couldn't help but wonder if it was too much just for a cup of tea at a cafe. He looked at himself and pinched at the small doves on his shirt and delicately touching one of the swallows under his collar bone. He looked down at his phone hearing the vibration against his desk, picking it up and inspecting it he sighed and saw he gotten a text from Kendall Jenner.
"I haven't heard from you in awhile..."
He decided against answering her and finished slipping on his black jeans and grabbing his car keys. Bringing his phone with him he cleared the notification and slipped on his sunglasses, flipping his hair back once they were on and exiting the house, he went along his way to pick up Millie. He couldn't help but smirk when he put her address through the Maps app on his phone, he was almost giddy on meeting up with her--no--he was giddy on seeing her again. His heart lurched in his chest as it sunk in that he was driving to her house.
"On my way!" Was the text Millie received as she dried her hair, she sighed angrily and looked down at Tinfoil who sat by her feet.
"The man doesn't even give me time to do my makeup," she pouted, "he'll have to stare at my fresh ugly mug for a few hours then," she laughed to herself and stood up to go get her shoes on.
A few moments later, she was sitting on the couch checking her Instagram when she heard that knock on the door. Millie jumped up and almost ran to the door to open it. There stood the famous Harry in a nice button up shirt and tight--very tight black jeans. She leaned on the door and smiled at him,
"Hey there good looking," she said eyeing him up down and laughing. Harry chuckled back and looked dead into her eyes before responding,
"Already flirting I see?" Millie shrugged and smirked with a wink,
"I'm always flirting, honey" Harry loved the way she looked, she wore another jumper with the same design as her tattoo on her wrist, the famous bleeding heart with a dagger right through it. He loved the way she looked under the light of the sun, her brown hair looked gold and her sparkling blue eyes bore into his. She hadn't put on any makeup which made Harry's chest heave, she was so comfortable with herself, and it was so attractive to him. She held herself so boldly and was flirtatious and delightful. He lost his train of thought till her eyebrows raised and she grabbed her purse on a rack next to the door.
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