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

Chapter 10

Harry and Millie walked into the small bakery, a tension between them was thick and uncomfortable. Harry was making it feel that way, the way he'd rub his hands and look around the place was making Millie on edge and shift from foot to foot in place. Harry was nervous to tell her that he had to be leaving for a few shows and interviews in America, he was gonna be gone and he needed to know how Millie would feel about it. Of course, she knew about the whole traveling thing, she took it into consideration when she met him and even thought about giving him a chance. However, Millie wasn't used to dating another celebrity; she usually stayed clear away from other famous people. She had her small crushes and one or two flings with some actors and models, but other than that she stayed away from a grounded romantic relationship. They just never ended up being perfect and every famous couple ends up breaking up or getting a divorce. So for all that, Millie wasn't a fan of the dating scene, especially when publicity stunts were involved.

She watched Harry order his drink--he looked really good on that fine gloomy morning in London. His hair was extremely curly at the end and he covered his head with a hat to hide away the bedhead that plagued underneath the black rim. She bit her lip loving the way her only buttoned about three buttons on his flower print shirt and the way his tight jeans hugged his hips and thighs. Perhaps she was a little hormonal that morning since the thoughts of their erotic night came to mind. She loved the way his chest had pressed against hers and how his gentle touch gained more confidence and he got faster and harder the more she encouraged him. She could tell she only scratched the surface at his sexual abilities.

She ordered her drink and Harry waited with her, standing together by the counter. He smiled down at her when she looked up at him and they shared a nice loving glance. A flicker of lust shined across her eyes and Harry's smile turned into a devilish smirk knowing exactly what she was thinking. His smirk quickly disappeared when he felt her slim fingers wrap around his and she held his hand tightly.

"Your hands are clammy," she whispered when they grabbed their drinks and walked over to a small table outside the cafe. Harry shrugged, sitting down and taking off his hat.

"I'm just a little on edge today," he took the straw into his mouth and took a long swig of the iced coffee, feeling it wake him up slowly. Millie took slow sips, noticing how jittery he was. He only just started drinking his coffee so she knew it wasn't his drink that was making his knee bounce up and down.

"You look nice," he said with a fake smile and stared at her. She rolled her eyes and looked down at her attire. A loose Blur shirt that had the Best Of album cover on it, which was hastily tucked into her jeans and she wore her brown suede boots with a handbag strapped around her shoulder.

"I threw this on, you look very good though. You always do, to be honest." He smiled at her and leaned in lightly.

"I so want to kiss you right now," a person walked by and eyed them making Millie giggle and bite on her straw teasingly.

"Nothing's stopping you," she wiggles her eyebrows at him and leaned closer. She took the straw from her mouth and they both met in the middle, just a light kiss on the lips, just enough to tone down the sexual tension.
"So what was it that you needed me to talk about with you?" She stirred her drink slowly, Harry could feel those piercing blue eyes on him but he cast his down and looked at the cross tattooed on his hand.

"It's just...I've..." He looked up and bit the inside of his cheek due to anxiety. "I've got to go on Saturday. I have some interviews to do and I just needed to...I don't know, I felt like now that we're a couple we should talk about this type of thing." His heartbeat quickened when he saw the shocked expression on her makeup-free face. Her eyes were wide and her lips parted slightly.