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

Chapter 7

this chapter is kinda a filler just to develop Millie and Harry's relationship more and where they stand as a "relationship"

"Should I order a pizza, Chinese food, or should we go out for sushi? Unless you don't like any of that stuff," Millie said, her phone in her hand sitting on the couch keeping her eyes on the Disney movie Harry had chosen. He turned his head to look at her, breathing in deeply before saying,

"What do you want?" She looked back at him, her teeth caught her bottom lip in thought. She squinted, looking up into the ceiling. Just as she decided she looked at Harry with an unsure expression,
"I kinda want sushi," she said with a shrug. "Do you like sushi?" He shrugged,

"It's alright. I usually get those..." he held his hands up in a square shape, his eyebrows knit together as he searched for the word, "it's got...like teriyaki, rice and crab puffs in it?"

"A bento box?" Millie said laughing at his struggle to know the culture. Harry snapped his ring covered fingers and pointed at her,

"you saint. That's the word."

"Haven't your ever tried the Vegas roll?" She said in confusion. He pouted his lips and shook his head slightly. Millie rolled her eyes and suddenly grabbed the remote to turn the telly off.
"Dude, we're getting sushi. You can get your precious bento box if you want," she stood up and was heading to her bedroom before Harry could even get a chance to express his thoughts.

Millie went with a more natural makeup, mostly consisted of her skin tones and a light brown color for her eyeshadow. With her face put on, she put on a crisp mustard yellow button up shirt, she slipped on her ripped up jeans and tucked the shirt inside slightly. She brushed her thick brown hair back and let her bangs hang loose, she grabbed her purse and made her way back to the living room where Harry was still awkwardly sitting on the couch.

"That sounds like a good idea," he said once he saw her, he smiled widely feeling satisfied that he was able to convey his own opinion. He loved the way the jeans hugged her slightly thicker thighs and how you could see the bralette underneath the shirt she wore. He absolutely adores the tattoo on her wrist--the one that had so much meaning to it. He thought to himself if she had any other tattoos on her, where were they? What were they? He was lost in a trance before he saw Millie snapping her fingers.

"Come on, stare boy, let's go!"

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"Okay, okay, that is pretty good," he said when Millie stuffed the Vegas roll into his mouth. The crunch and creamyness of the crab melted over his tongue, he didn't want to full admit how good it really was to him.

"Shut up, it's the best thing on this menu," Millie laughed kicking her booted heel into his shin. He yelped quietly, glaring at the laughing girl in front of him.
"Man you sound like a girl when you're in pain," she teased but Harry smirked,
"I'll take that as a compliment. Women are amazing."

"You're amazing," Millie said sensually, purposefully being flirty. Harry leaned in, the cross on his necklace just barely touching the bowl of rice in front of him.

"You're so amazing, honestly, I hate how incredible you are." Millie blushed and looked to her left--the carpet was more interesting than to look into those sparkling forest green eyes that burned a hole in her head.

"God, you compliment me too much. I don't even know why you like me so much."

"There's already so many things I like about you," he said looking down at the other Vegas roll Millie put on a small plate for him.
"I think it's cool that you became a model at a young age of twelve, the fact that you have your own clothing line and how you born into a rich family and yet you still act like a normal twenty four year old. You're so carefree-"

"Harry," she stopped him, the compliments were making her overwhelmed with joy to the point that she couldn't even stand it. He looked up from his bento box to see her sitting back in her chair with her hand to her heart. Millie's eyes were closed making an expression that was close to crying. She shook her head side to side.

"I think the same exactly thing about you. I respect you so much. I think it's amazing how much you love your family, so much that you've gotten tattoos of their names," he smiled that she had known that. It told him that she had read into him just like what he did about her.
"You're amazing."

"You're amazing," he said back with a smirk that made the space between Millie's thighs pulse slightly.
"In fact, you're so amazing that I just might eat another Vegas roll," he picked up his chopsticks and like a pro, grabbed the deep fried crab wrapped in seaweed. He looked at her with his eyebrows raised and she smiled, he saw the soft glow of red on her cheeks.

"Go on, admit it, it's the best thing you've tasted in a long time," she sighed.

He ate the whole piece in one bite, covering his mouth with a napkin as he tried to chew it. His cheeks were tight and his wiped his lips once he swallowed it. He sat back in his seat patting his stomach with satisfaction .
"Taste really good. I will admit that. Definitely better than anything I've had in awhile." Millie sat up proudly as if she was the one who made the meal.

"You should try the spider roll, very good," she said when she saw a waiter coming up from behind Harry.

"Does it have spiders in it?" He asked cautiously. Millie looked at him seriously,
"Yes, Harry, it does." She shook her head and rolled her eyes again to which he smiled and shrugged.

"Let's try it, sweetheart."

The rest of the dinner was full of laughter and playful flirting, soon there was going to be another article about them spending time together. Millie didn't seem to mind it, especially since Harry wasn't bothered at all. He seemed like a pretty open person the more you hung out with him and Millie appreciated how honest he had been to her since the day they met.

"Can't believe it's almost a month since we met," she gasped shaking her head with a small laugh. She strutted out of the restaurant, Harry loves the mustard yellow shirt she wore, the way it was tucked into her jeans and the fitted bralette peaking out from the shirt made her whole body glow under the London sun.

"Two weeks?" He asked walking beside her towards the parking lot. She smiled up at him and decided to grab his hand which took him by surprise and he looked back at her to question if they should do that.

"Let the people talk, Harry. I don't care. Friends can hold hands."

"Friends who kiss," he mumbled. Millie was silent but heard his comment. Of course she thought of him as more of a friend but she wasn't ready to completely label what they had together.

"I'm just not putting label on things," she awkwardly said getting into the car. Harry sighed and slid in beside her in the passenger seat.

"Calling me your friend is definitely putting a label on things."

She rolled her eyes, "you know what I mean though. We're friendly, we're friends...who happen to be attracted to each other." Harry smirked, god she loved that little dimple in his cheek.

"You think I'm attractive?" His question made Millie scoff and laugh through her nose.

"You're sexy as hell."

His cheeks blushed and he shook his head with a chuckle, "so are you."

"Oh I know, Styles," she said flipping her hair in his face and laughing.