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

Chapter 14*

| Contains sexual content | also sorry if there are any typos

"I think it's cute that you got a polaroid camera. It's a cute color too. Why'd you get it?" Millie laughed as Harry handed her the small turquoise camera. He shrugged and smiled pulling his sunglasses up onto the top of his head. He had just gotten back to his temporary home-aka Millie's house- after going out shopping.

"I just like them and I wanted to have a few photos of you so I can keep them with me while i'm gone a bit on tour," he smiled sweetly watching her look at the soft camera. She smiled widely and stretched her legs out in front of her as she laid on the bed. Butterflies filled her belly at Harry's cute confession as she raised the camera to her face and looked around finding something aesthetically pleasing to photograph. Her eyes landed on the small corner where Harry had his acoustic guitar and a few CDs of different classic rock bands. She snapped a photo and waited for the little photo to come into focus. Sliding the film under her pillow, she leaned back against the wall after handing the camera back to Harry.

"Anyway," He said taking the camera from her and setting it by the bedside table. He began crawling onto the bed, his tattoo covered arms flexed with each crawl he took towards her. She smiled and bit her lip knowing full well what he was doing. "How 'bout you 'n me make some memories?" His nose gently brushed over hers and she giggled slightly. They already had made plenty of memories, but Millie was willing to make another one.

"Some, midnight memories?" She teased making Harry role his eyes and lay his body over hers. He smirked and kissed the crook of Millie's neck, "oh shut it," and she certainly did when he planted his lips onto hers giving her that sweet taste of him. He tasted like her mint chapstick. She pulled back and put her hands on his cheeks,

"did you take my chapstick again?" She laughed. He gave her that smug smirk and lowered his eyes back to her lips-wishing that the only thing he could hear from that pretty mouth were her moans-and other places around her face that he wanted to just smother in kisses, his pupils dilated.

"Does it matter that I did?" He asked with a low voice. Millie shook her head and kissed him again, he breathed heavily through his nose and their lips began to move more rapidly.
"Just curious," she gasped when his lips trailed down her chin and to her neck. He suckled the skin, pinching his teeth between it and Millie cringed letting out a small moan. She said his name with a quiet gasp and his hips pushed firmly against hers possessively, he ground himself against her till she started to feel him getting harder. With her eyes closed, she smiled thinking of all the things they could do right now. She opens them back up, looking at his shirt fall off his chest, only two buttons of his shirt were fixed showing Millie Harry's tattoos over his torso. She placed her finger tips gently at the swallows and gently ran them down to the butterfly. She felt Harry's skin rise with goosebumps underneath her fingers and she smiled for what seems like the hundredth time, hooking her finger on his buttons and undoing them. Harry's eyes stared into hers, they looked at each other as she grabbed the collar of his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders. He suddenly sat up and tore the rest of it off. His ink covered arms flexed slightly as he supported himself by his elbows over Millie. It was her turn to peel off her top which happened to be one of Harry's Rolling Stones shirts; now just laying in her knickers and bra Millie felt her skin heat up as Harry stared at her with those green daggers.

"What?" She asked looking at him with a blush tickling her cheeks and feeling somewhat insecure for a second. His eyes flickered back to Millie's and he smiled, his dimples creased on his cheeks and his eyes crinkled when he gently kissed her nose.
"You're just too cute for words." She tried to protest but he kissed her again and she fell back into his spell. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer, his warm skin pressed up against hers and it made her heart beat like mad. She could also feel his thumping beat as their actions got more hasty. Harry grasped her hands with one hand and placed them above her head. The flow-ness of their actions seemed to come natural to them, especially Harry who was still trying to figure out the things Millie liked, what triggered her release.