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

Chapter 19*

|Contains sexual content|

The night before, Millie had joined backstage to watch the boys perform. She was intimidated by the stage, it was very big, very spacious and she could see why they loved performing in these arenas. They enjoyed the amount of people they got to please, all these girls, women, men, boys, all types of people coming to see them. To support them. They were screaming and crying, a girl fainted which made Millie cover her mouth with a chuckle. She had caught eye contact with a few fans who were screaming at her with excitement. She read their mouths,

Harry! Millie! Oh my god! Millie's there! Holy fuck! Two girls clung to each other while they waved at the model, the blonde one who was yelling at her was filming getting a video of Millie humbly waving back with a big smile. Millie looked back to Harry who was seeming to have a conversation with a fan about why she was on her phone.

"You're being very rude, dear. You had all day to look at your phone and now-"

"Harry, don't scold the girl like some grumpy maths teacher," Liam said with a laugh which made the other boys smile and Harry try to talk over him.

"Look, she-she- listen," he raised a hand and looked at the whole crowd, "who's not on their phone?" The whole arena screamed. Millie laughed looking at the poor girl who was on her phone, her face red and laughing hysterically at Harry's stubbornness. Millie liked how open Harry was on stage, he beamed this friendly and loving light showing everyone that this was a safe place to be, that they were all accepted in this huge room. He encouraged people to meet other fans they didn't know and spread some love, cracking a few jokes around that made the whole crowd scream, laugh, cry, and even boo (to which Millie booed with a laugh).
"It's not that hard to just turn off your phone! You had plenty of time to look at it before the show," he yelled with one arm up in confusion. Millie watched the girls lips move, her hands doing the talking and her hair swayed as her shoulders shook with laughter.
"Texting your mum to see what time you'll be picked up?" The girl nodded. "Well don't worry, love, lemme give you a ride home," he winked at her making the girl laugh harder, her eyes widening and cupped her hand over her gaping mouth.

"Now, Harry, what will the missus think?" Niall ticked, laughing at him. The whole crowd screamed even louder and Harry chuckled when he faced the backstage,

"Oh she'll be fine."

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That morning Harry's head was between Millie's thighs, his tongue lapping in between her slit, her right hand was gripping at his curls by his scalp, tugging it and raking her nails through the bed head. Her eyes were closed, Harry's hands were gripping her hips, his waist jutted into the mattress a few time as his tongue danced across her folds and his lips wrapped around her clit. Millie was letting out a few sighs and arching her back, Harry's right hand moved down her leg, scooting a bit back to make some room for his hand so he could give the hole of her cunt some attention.

Morning sex — Millie found — was their favorite time to have sex. Especially in this stage of their relationship where they were done with the lust part and how now they know what makes the other squeal and groan with frustration. Harry knew all of the little buttons to push to get her in the mood. The neck kisses, ear kisses and corner on the mouth kisses made her smile and scrunch her nose, he knew she loved how roughly he'd grab at her hips, sliding his hand underneath the lacy fabric of her underwear to squeeze her ass and give it a small slap. It made her flinch and crawl onto his lap where there he knew he had her.

For Harry, Millie just had to give him a certain smile, the knowing smile that told him how much she wanted him to take her. Sometimes Harry would wake up with morning wood and there Millie would lay her leg across his thighs as he stayed in bed checking his phone or reading a book. She'd then give him the teasiest tease by just brushing her finger over his hard on. She was lucky to be sleeping on left side of the bed since Harry seemed to tuck himself on the left. The moment she did, he'd look at her, she'd bite her lip and kiss his lips teasingly.