Because You're Different.

Chapter 24- Run Away With Me.

Millie's POV

"The boys always stay there and talk and stuff. It's as if we don't spend enough time together as it is!" He said laughing to himself.

"Ok. I'm getting this god awful dress off before it bleaches my skin!" I said while slipping of my dress and running across the hall to my hotel room.

I grabbed all of my clothes from the drawers and everything and brought it over to Harry's room.

"Harry, if I'm staying here, can we just not use that room for me and just let me stay here? I mean I'm not using it!" I said while smiling. He laughed and pulled out his phone. He texted someone and set his phone back on the counter.

"Ok. I texted Paul and told him to cancel the room. So what should we do tonight? Watch a movie?" He asked as I brought my clothes into the bedroom and started putting them on hangers and placing them one by one into the closet.

"Ya sure! That sounds great! Now what did you need to talk about with me?" I asked as I walked back into the living room with my pj shorts and Harry's 

shirt in my hand.

"I'll ask you later, don't worry I haven't forgotten." He said while undoing his bow tie and unbuttoning his shirt. I let those thoughts escape my head as I walked into the bedroom to get changed. I slipped off that disgusting dress and slipped on my shorts. I switched my bra into a non strapless bra. I stood in front of the mirror and looked at myself. I poked that little pudge that I had on my lower stomach and sighed. I suddenly felt a pair of warm arms slither around my waste and pull me into him. He rested his head into the crook of my neck and looked at me in the mirror.

"You're perfect. Don't tell your self otherwise." I tilted my head back a little and rested my head on his neck. I let out a big sigh.

"I still don't understand why you chose me. I mean, why me? You could have a Victoria Secret model!" He turned me around to face him.

"But that's the thing! I don't want one! They're too stuck up and you're... Real. You're beautiful and real an that's what I love." He said before pecking my nose.

"So please don't beat yourself up about this. I love every curve that you have, every flaw, and I even love those little freckles that I know you try and cover up with make up."

"I know, but being insecure is ok! It keeps me sane!" I said. He slipped his hands around my waste and pulled me into his chest.

"But don't go over board ok?" He said before kissing my lips and looking down at me.

I slipped out of his grip and grabbed my shirt before slipping it over me.  

I walked into the living room to see two glasses of wine, and the lights dim. I sat down on the couch and grabbed a glass. I took a sip and started to relax. He grabbed his and sat down.

"So I thought we should just talk. To get to know each other better."

"Ok. You go first." He started telling me everything. How he worked in a bakery, all about the X Factor, how the band was created, his favorite color, favorite band, his best friend, how everyone thinks he's a man whore... Everything.

"Ok! Your turn." He said while smiling.

"I've lived in Florida all my life, my best friends name is Niki, my favorite color is lightning blue, my dad is an alcoholic when my mom isn't around, I used to work at a Cheer gym but that was before everything happened. I play piano, I play guitar, I have a car which we still need to go get! Uhmmm I don't like the color pink! My favorite ice cream is cookies and cream or cookie dough! Sorry my life isn't all that exciting." I said while shrugging my shoulders.