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

Chapter 18*

| Contains sexual content but not very explicit |

"Quick, which Arctic Monkeys album is the best?"

Harry replied without any thought, "Whatever People Say I Am, That's What I'm Not."

Millie quickly sat up, looking down at the very naked, laying down Harry who was on his phone.
"Really? It is a great album, but that one isn't my favorite."

He looked at her, "well what is your favorite album of theirs?" She puckered her lips in thought, her hand scratching at her chin while her eyes looked up at the ceiling.

"I think Suck It and See."

Harry put his phone down on his chest and looked back at her with his full attention, "and why's that?" She shrugged, leaning back down and propped her head on her hand.

"Lyrically, It's just amazing. Love Is A Laserquest gets me choked up."

"But Whatever People Say I Am is so...." He was at loss for words trying to describe it.

"Messy," Millie answered with a snicker. "It's really good but their later albums sound much more polished and nice."

"They're coming out with a new album soon, AM is what it's called," he smiled, now turning in his side to look at her properly. The phone slid off his chest and onto the duvet, forgotten due to the lovely bare woman in front of him.

"I heard, I can't wait! Alex Turner has such a way with words," she swooned, "I'd leave you for him."

He put a hand to his heart, "ouch. But I don't blame you. The bloke has amazing hair."

"Yeah but it's not as good as yours," she moved her hand to his head, feeling his post-sex and bedhead hair. "Yours is soft and not gel-filled," she laughed. "But then again I hear Alex is awful at actually talking, and yet, even as a socially awkward short man, he can sing about sex so poetically." Harry rolled his eyes knowing full well of Alex's talents with poems and song writing. He grabbed her hand in his hair and pulled it to his lips where he kissed her palm.

"But I have better hair."

She smiled, "but you have better hair."

"Millie," he squeezed her hand slightly, a flash of concern gloss her eyes momentarily from his sudden change in tone, "have you ever experienced heartbreak?"

She sighed, her shoulders sagging and her eyes dropping to the duvet covering her, she shrugged, "I don't think so...haven't had much relationship experience," her eyes lifted back to his, "have you?"

He nodded, "yeah. In a way, of course I had some heartache with past relationships...but I've never felt it completely I think. I've never even been in love with someone, as crazy as that sounds."

"I haven't either, it's okay," she scooted closer and kissed his nose, her arms wrapping around him now.

"Yeah but you haven't had a proper boyfriend right?" She shook her head, her beautiful brunette hair falling just a bit past her shoulders. Harry's hair was almost longer than hers which he found a little humorous at times, especially when he'd see her brushing it out and pulling it up in a ponytail.

"I know, I haven't been a relationship which means I haven't been with a man long enough to figure out if I actually loved him." She almost looked disappointed, she wasn't giving him eye contact and the vibe of the room shifted, making the air heavy and awkward.

"Sorry, baby. I didn't mean to upset you," he whispered, his arm hooked around to her back where he trailed his finger tips gently over her soft skin. His nails scratched so carefully that it made her squirm and smile,
"It's okay. Happy third month anniversary," she grinned, cupped her hands on his cheeks and squished his cheeks so his lips pouted. She kissed him hard, making him give a wide smile, her lips landed on his teeth and he giggled trying to get out of her grasp.