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

Chapter 17*

| Contains sexual content | sorry if there are any mistakes

Harry was forced to wait at his hotel. The PR and security were too much of a bother to try and convince them to let him go while they picked up Millie. But no, they weren't backing down and Harry was staying. The boys were God knows where which pissed him off.

"If they're out, why can't I go out?" He asked Niall as they sat in his hotel room, waiting patiently. Niall sighed and shrugged his shoulders,
"sorry, mate. I guess they're a little irked since you kinda ended your stunt with Kendall."

"That shouldn't fucking matter, I shouldn't even have done that stunt. I shouldn't even had slept with her, God," he leaned forward, his head in his hands. Niall patted Harry's back to try and ease his nerves.

"Look, Harry, she'll be here no matter what."

"That's not the point," he lashed, shrugging his hand off his back, "the point is, they're making it difficult for me to even see my girlfriend. It was hell just trying to tell them that she was coming for a few days. They were livid with me. All because I want to see the person that's making me fucking happy."

Niall gave him a sad frown, "I'm sorry. I really am. This whole thing is getting to be a bother. I know I don't really want it but...this hiatus will do us some good."

"Abso-fucking-lutely." Harry had had some song ideas in his for ages, songs he wanted to do alone. As a solo career.

Harry's phone buzzed, the screen flashed on the bed and he grabbed it within a blink of an eye.

Sweetheart ❤️

I'm almost to the hotel! It was crazy packed! I can't wait to see you

He quickly typed back,

I can't wait!!

"Well," he started, getting up and nodding to Niall, "I should go wait for her in my room."

"Don't be too noisy please," he scoffed making Harry stick his tongue out at him as he walked out the door.

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A knock on his door. His head snapped up from the book he was reading, tossing it to the other side of the bed as he stood up to quickly open it.

A smiling, beautiful, tired looking Millie stood in front of him the moment he opened it. A big security man was behind her and he turned to his left, on his way to the front desk knowing he finished his job. Harry looked back at the girl, his cheeks flushed, his smile so wide he was afraid his whole face will hurt if he kept that up.

"Harry!" Millie yelled jumping up and wrapping her arms around his neck. He quickly shut the door to his room and hugged her back. He twirled her around, their smiles big and laughs loud.

"Oh I missed you!" He said squeezing her tight and placing her back on her feet. She wore a lovely summer dress with spaghetti straps, the whole thing was covered with prints of flowers that went all the way down to her knees, she wore sandals and she had a day bag slung over her shoulder.
"And I missed you," she said back hugging him again but around his waist.

"How was your trip here?"

She shrugged, pulling away from him and placing her bag on the bed. "It was okay, the security were really pushy with me. They were little bitches."

Harry sighed, shaking his head in disappointment, "I know. I'm sorry. People were upset that I invited you over. It pisses me off because they don't act this way when I invite my mum."

Millie sat down on the bed, patting the space next to her to have Harry sit. He gave her a tiny smirk and sat next to her. The moment he did she started massaging his shoulders, his eyes fluttered closed and his lips parted as he took deep breaths.
"I could tell you needed to calm down. You poor thing, always on the move," she clicked her tongue and rubbed the space between his shoulder blades, undoing the harsh knots in his muscles. He hummed and smiled, his body moving slightly to each hard push she gave.