We're Not Who We Used To Be / H.S.

Chapter 3

This chapter is a little bit unedited sorry about that! but please let me know what you think of this chapter :)

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"Dad for the last time, can we shut up about publicity," Millie slammed her fork on the table and wiped the corner of her mouth with the napkin laying upon her lap.

"Millie, listen to me," her father leaned in trying to get her to look into his eyes; after not much success he sighed and continued, "you have to stop with these shenanigans. Stop telling the paparazzi about your fake lovers and will you quit covering your body with those tattoos?" She smirked and picked at her pasta, every time her father said that she promised herself that she would get another one just to piss him off.

"That'll make five then," she said eating a fork full of pasta. Her father rolled his eyes knowing what she meant.

"Millie please, the heart was bad enough, what could you possibly put on your body now?"

"Hmm maybe i'll put Harry Styles' face on my ass," she snickered and her father slammed his hand on the table so hard that people looked their way.

"You stop these childish antics. You are twenty four fucking years old, stop disobeying me," he harshly whispered and she glared at him.

"Listen to yourself, you just said i'm 'twenty four fucking years old' I am an adult," she pointed her fork at herself and leaned in to get her point across, "i can do what i want. If i want to do a nude photoshoot, i can. If i want to fuck the first dude i see when i go out I probably will. I have my own house, I have pets, I have a career-"

"That I helped you create," he stabbed back taking a swig of his wine.

"And now i don't need your support! I can handle myself! I can hang out with anyone I want to," she said almost too loudly. "I like Harry, he's a nice guy."

"He's taken." She groaned and leaned back in her seat,

"You think I don't fucking know that?!"

"Don't use that language around me, young lady."

"Don't be such a dick then."

The rest of the dinner was silent and they went their separate ways. Millie walked to her car in tears, pushing past paparazzi that caught them. She slammed on the steering wheel the moment she got into the car. She had no one to go to. Susan doesn't understand all the fuss Millie goes through. Susan was the perfect daughter that did whatever their father wanted. She lived on a strict diet and was incredibly perfect. No one bothered her--especially her father. But for Millie her whole family was breathing down her neck. She almost hated this whole burden of being famous, sure she got what she wanted but damn she had to sacrifice so much of her personal life to stay successful.

She drove home with her makeup smeared and tears still rolling down her cheeks. Once home she tore her dress off leaving it on the guest room floor, she grabbed her night gown and sat down on the couch to watch the telly.

Of course Susan had to text her the moment she was beginning to relax. She saw that her sister sent her a link to an article asking "is this tru?"

"HARRY STYLES AND MILLIE MOORE OUT TOGETHER- DATING PERHAPS?"

Just to make herself mad she started to read it.

"The couple-"

"BULLSHIT," she screamed.

"was seen together in a cafe having a laugh and cheeky stares at each other. Quickly realizing they were being watched they rapidly made their way back to Harry's car where he dropped his coffee and had trouble getting his keys out. Millie Moore after a few questions announced that her and Harry were a couple and slept together already.