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

Chapter 8*

any chapter with the * means sexual content. also, a very long chapter for you
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"Hey, mum," Millie responded answering her phone with a tough bite on the bottom of her lip.

"Millie, dear, how are you, darling?" Her mother's sweet voice came from the other end, the way she sounded though Millie knew she had to talk about something serious.

Millie was clutching the test pressing of her playboy, she had already seen the pictures and just as she was about to have a complete nervous breakdown--her mother decided to give her a ring.

"To be honest, could be better."

"Is it your father?" She asked with a sigh. Millie shut her eyes and nodded while saying a yes.

"He keeps trying to tell me how to live my life. I'm twenty four! I know what to do."

"Yes you do, Millie but you need to remember that sometimes you can go too far. You've always been like that."

"Which makes it even harder to change that," Millie scoffed, flipping through the magazine. Several stick-thin women were shown on beaches, in pools. It was only January and they were already putting up stuff for summer time? She scoffed again at the magazine and flipped to find her pages.

"Millie, it's been rumored that you're in the playboy this month."

She bit her lip hard. Millie had always had a pretty well relationship with her mother. Sure the fame got to her mums head at times and she took her husbands side a lot on the issues with Millie but she still always supported her and praised her for being so independent and confident with herself.

"Don't tell dad," she burst, tears threatened to spill from her eyes but she kept her voice steady and assertive.

"I can't hide that type of stuff from him, Millie. He's already read an article on it and demands to see the playboy once it comes in the mail." She groaned and flopped down onto her couch, a tear flowed down her cheek and she shook her head. This time her voice altered a bit.

"He'll kill me," she stuttered.

"Honey, no he won't."

"He'll never let me live this down, mum!! I'm a goner! He'll disown me! And the worst part is the last time Susan did a nude photoshoot he didn't say a word to her!!" She yelled through the phone, anger overpowering her anxiety.

"Millie Moore, Susan is thirty years old an-"

"An adult, a full grown woman, she's settled down, she's got several clothing lines, she's an actress, a model, she obeyed everything dad says and he praises her, I know."

"You're acting like she's the golden child," her mum said with a condescending tone.

"Because she fucking is!! Don't you dare try and tell me-"

"I do not like the tone you are giving me, young lady."

"I'm not a child, mum."

"Then stop acting like one," and then the line went dead. Millie screamed and threw her phone over to the rocking chair. A part of her knew she was acting like a complete spoiled teenager but another part was telling her that her mother should at least be helping her.

"You're a fucking idiot," she told her stubborn self. "I just need to be a fucking adult and deal with this shit. Treat it with-" she laid down and shut her eyes, "treat my dad...with respect." She slowly sat back up on her elbows and looked back at her phone.

Harry.

I want to see Harry.

She pushed herself off the couch and strutted over to the rocking chair, she wiped her eyes as she unlocked her phone and went to the name Stare Boy on her phone.