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

Chapter 4

Bless moonagedaydreamin for helping me edit my story and making sure it reads well. I love you sistah. This chapter isn't as long as i wanted it to be but oh well, hope you like it!

The week after Millie was in London for her photoshoot for Playboy. After putting layer after layer of makeup on her and fitting into a tiny pair of white lace underwear and wings--feeling she was going through a Victoria Secret runway--Millie was ready for my photoshoot with Playboy. She was instructed to have the back of her bra undone. She reluctantly did so, being guided to a white bed with a whole angel theme.

In one corner there was some neon sign that said "Only An Angel" in bright pink letters. Millie squirmed, holding her bra close to her feeling very exposed in front of ten other people; most of them being men. She slipped on the white six inch heels by the bed and was given a few other playboy magazines. She was told to be do different poses, laying on her stomach and showing off the lacey thong she wore. A part of her doubted doing this, knowing she was just doing this to piss off her father, but she knew this type of magazine. They only really cared about the porno that made the guys crazy for it.

She sucked it up and tried to remember that rebelling against her family was the real reason why she was doing this. She gained her confidence and they got photos of her applying blood red lipstick to lips and kissing over one of the Playboy magazines, she'd wink at the camera and flashed her breasts a few times before denying the next five begs for it again. With only 20 pictures of her breasts and nearly hundreds of her with a pair of angel wings on her back they finished with Millie.

Sighing and getting ready to leave for a cup of coffee, people thanked her and she faked a smile shaking people hands and finally exiting the building. Feeling that nice London air, she took a huge inhale and sighed walking to her car. She rolled her eyes, putting her sunglasses on and seeing the pap taking several candids of her retreating to her car, she quickly drove away.

In some other restaurant at 3:30, Harry was running late to his discussion with Kendall. With a hat on his head and sunglasses he expertly passed the pap and into he restaurant, already catching a glimpse of Kendall in the back, sitting at booth with a cup of what looked like champagne. Mentally rolling his eyes he made his way to her, sitting down with a small "hi" she looked up and set her phone down.

"You're late," she bluntly says and Harry sets his hat and glasses down not meeting her eyes.

"At least I'm here."

She huffed, "I thought you were gonna stand me up." That's when he met her eyes and her heart partially fluttered seeing those green emeralds; but her heart shattered at his words that came out,

"This isn't a date."

"I know that," she snapped making it seem like she didn't want it to be one but boy, was she lying to herself.

"I just want to talk about us," she said and a waiter came by to see if Harry wanted any drink. He ordered just a glass of water with extra ice and looked back at Kendall with a glare.

"What about us?"

"Harry," she groaned feeling like she was going to breakdown, "what the hell are we?"

"Do you want me to say it bluntly?" She dared to nod, shutting her eyes as his words completely jabbed at her heart.
"Friends with benefits." Her eyes tightened and she bit her tongue to stop the tears clawing up her throat. She didn't even know why she was being so affected by this, she knew he was only using her and she was doing the same with him. But a part of her adored Harry. How could anyone just not love him?