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

Chapter 16

This is a filler, and not a good one either i'm sorry. still trying to get out of my writers block. but the next chapter will be long and GOOD
gots a smut chapter coming your way

It was just a few days before Millie was going to be on her way to Harry. She said goodbye to Alexa who left for her flight back home to New York and Millie realized she didn't have much to do now. She had nothing to do for the next few days, usually that was heaven to her but without any company-only from her cats who seemed to be ignoring her today-she was uncommonly bored. That was all. She was bored. The only fun she had was in the early mornings where she had her skype calls with Harry and a few FaceTimes here and there.

Sitting in her bed reading, just in a bralette and shorts. Tinfoil was laying beside her, she had fallen asleep with her head raised which at this time of day- 2 am- was hilarious and she took an instant photo of it and sent it to Harry to which he quickly responded.

Shouldn't you be in bed? x

I'm an adult woman, don't tell me what to do

Yes but I don't want to spend my 3 month anniversary with a sleep deprived Millie. I've seen her before and she wasn't the most kindest person

That was true. The last time Millie couldn't sleep was when she was stressing about her father, she'd stay up for hours, she knew she had to sleep when she eventually saw the sun coming up. It made Harry force her to take some strong sleeping pills to which she tried to refuse. She was rude and bossy and it got to the point where she was actually making Harry upset.

"You're being really rude to me and I don't like it. Just because you're upset at your father doesn't give you the excuse to be upset at me," he was a little shy in saying it, which you could blame him. He was worried about the reaction this agitated woman would have to his confession. But instead, it clicked into Millie's mind that she was being a grade A bitch and seeing the hurt look in Harry's eyes made her realize she never wanted to see that look ever again.
"I mean, I'm not saying you can talk about your feelings but you keep...bullying me a bit." And he was right. When Millie was aggravated she'd shove, elbow and bark orders to get anyone to move or do something she wanted.

Her face softened and she looked down at the floor, "I'm sorry, Harry. You're right...I have no excuse to be mean at you. You're just trying to help me." Harry smiled at her softly, tugging her arm so he could hug her. The hug was a forgiveness and she squeezed him tightly.

Millie sighed reading his text and quickly answering back with,

That's true. But look at Tin! She looks so funny!!

It's very funny baby
now sleep. I'll see you soon

She almost had the urge again to tell him she loved him. But even then, the warning in her mind flashed.

Don't tell him! If you tell him he'll just slip right through your fingers again. He won't be the same. What if he doesn't love you back? What if you love him more than he loves you? What if he doesn't say it back and then leave you?

What if this? What if that? The possibilities flooded her mind and she quickly retracted the feeling of that glow in her heart.

"I'm absolutely bonkers," she muttered to herself.

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Harry himself was waiting for a FaceTime, or just a simple from Millie. He was laying in his hotel room, blankets over his head, shirtless, laying on his stomach and staring at his phone with the black screen. Waiting oh so patiently for her call.

The moment his phone lit up to a picture of her, which was a lovely memory of her looking up at him, a picture the paparazzi caught. A bit of him hated the fact that it was taken during a date of theirs but the gleaming and dreamy look in Millie's eyes made his heart melt. He answered the phone so quickly, Millie rarely heard the ringing of his dial.

"Hey, sweetheart," his voice was tired and raspy once again. With the state Millie was in-confused with her feelings and yet turned on-her stomach churned, the butterflies taking off.

"Hey, Harry," she said in the most sweetest voice, she sounded tired as well, her voice a little squeaky. He could just imagine her just waking up, her hair strewn about, eyes droopy and lips pale and plump. The blood rushed to his dick just at the very thought of holding her in his arms.

"Fuck, I miss you so much," he divulged, the heat going to his cheeks at his very sappy confession. All he heard was Millie's cute giggle and the sounds of the sheets shuffling as she rolled over onto her back.

"I miss you too. Just two more days and I'll be on my way to you," she cooed, she twirled part of her hair between her fingers, her knees drawn up, the shirt she wore was riding up, her soft skin showing. She bit the inside of her lip slightly thinking of Harry, his arms on either side of her head as he held himself over her. She could feel the ghost of his body against hers, she clenched her thighs slightly and shut her eyes when Harry answered with a husky voice.

"I can't wait to see you again. I can't wait to hug you and kiss your beautiful face. God, Millie I just-" he stopped himself from saying anymore, the feelings he had in the moment were overwhelming and he could feel his dick stretching his briefs. He tried to make the conversation a little short by making excuses like "I should be getting ready for bed." But Millie would shoot back with a, "but I haven't talked to you all day today and I missed your voice." She'd say it in such a helpless and soft voice that he couldn't help but stay on the phone.

"You have a show tomorrow?" She asked.

"No, traveling tomorrow remember? You're meeting me at the airport. I'll be having security so it'll be easy for you to get through okay?" She answered with a small "okay" that made his heart clench. "I'll be seeing you soon. Just two more days, my flower." The pet name made a knot in her stomach form and her heart skip a beat.

"Yeah yeah," she huffed, trying to push back the lovey dovey feelings, "see you soon, cupid lips."

"That's a weird pet name. At least mine was cute."

"Shut up! I hate you," she giggled.

"You love me," the breath caught in his throat and he quickly cleared it. Millie was left speechless, trying to come up with something to say.

"Don't jump to any conclusions, Mr. Styles."

"Hmm, fine, you've defeated me. Anyway, I should really go to sleep." She sighed, not wanting to let her phone down. Funny how just a few moments ago Harry couldn't wait to talk to her but with his built up sexual tension he needed to find an excuse to get off.

"Alright," she reluctantly said, "i'll see you soon, Harry. Bye."

"Bye, bye."

The line went dead and Millie stared up at the ceiling, her sexual frustration getting the best of her. How dare he talk to her in such a fucking sexy voice? She bet he knew she was getting her all riled up. Her eyes fluttered closed, her hands trailing up and down her stomach, picturing Harry's hands doing that same thing.

Maybe Alexa was right. I should get a dildo. She giggled to herself and sat up, sliding off the bed in search for her vibrator.

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