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» [him by james marriott ] «
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july 15th, 2022

MILLIE WOKE UP TO the faint smell of coffee and the soft hum of a TV in the background. her head throbbed as if her brain was trying to escape her skull, and the weight of last night hit her like a freight train. she blinked, trying to piece together where she was.

the bed beneath her was unfamiliar—too big, too soft, and way too harry.

her stomach flipped as she realized she wasn't in her usual clothes. instead, she was wearing her bra and what were very clearly harry's boxers, the waistband slightly too loose on her hips. her cheeks burned as she pulled the duvet up to her chest.

"oh no." she whispered, her voice barely audible.

the door creaked open, and harry appeared, holding a mug of coffee and a slice of toast. his hair was a mess, and he was in joggers and a hoodie. he froze when he saw her awake, his eyes flicking down to the duvet she clutched tightly.

"morning." he said, smirking.

millie groaned, burying her face in her hands. "what the hell happened last last night

"relax," harry said, setting the coffee and toast on the bedside table. "you don't have to look so mortified."

millie's stomach twisted. "did we?"

harry's smirk widened, and he leaned casually against the bedpost. "what do you think?"

her face burned hotter, the memories from the night before starting to trickle in—his hands on her waist, her lips on his, and the way they'd stumbled into his room, laughing like idiots.

"oh my god," she muttered, sinking further into the bed and pulling the duvet over her face.

"don't be dramatic," harry said, laughing. "you were very enthusiastic about it. I think your exact words were, 'this is the best decision I've ever made.'"

millie groaned under the duvet. "please stop talking."

"hey, I'm just quoting you," he said, grinning. "you were very persuasive."

harry chuckled, sitting on the edge of the mattress. "you're welcome, by the way. I carried you home after you tried to argue with a lamp post about the moon being underrated."

"stop." she groaned, throwing the duvet over her head. "I don't want to hear this."

"suit yourself," he said, grabbing the toast and taking a bite. "but you owe me a chiropractor appointment. carrying you for half a mile wasn't easy."

before she could respond, the door swung open, and cal walked in, holding his phone. "harry, have you seen my—" he stopped mid-sentence, his eyes widening as he took in the scene.

millie froze, peeking out from under the duvet.

"oh," cal said, his voice laced with amusement. "ohhhh."

"it's not what it looks like," millie blurted, sitting up straighter, though she immediately regretted it when she realized she was still in harry's boxers.

cal raised an eyebrow, leaning against the doorframe. "so you're not half-naked in harry's bed, looking like the lead in a rom-com?"

harry sighed, standing up. "cal, don't—"

"I'm just saying," cal interrupted, holding up his hands defensively. "this is prime gossip material."

millie shot harry a panicked look. "bro, do something."

"like what?" he asked, clearly enjoying this a little too much.

"I don't know—distract him!"

before harry could respond, millie made a split-second decision. she darted off the bed and into Harry's wardrobe, pulling the door shut behind her.

cal burst out laughing. "did she just—"

"yes," harry said with a sigh, rubbing his temples. "she did."

inside the wardrobe, millie crouched awkwardly between a pair of trainers and a stack of hoodies. she could hear the muffled sound of Cal laughing and Harry trying to shoo him out of the room.

"come on, mate," cal said. "this is golden. you've got to let me tell chip."

"no." harry said firmly. "if you tell chip, he'll tell zerkaa, and then freya will find out, and we'll never hear the end of it."

millie pressed her hands to her face, silently cursing herself.

after what felt like an eternity, the door finally clicked shut, and harry opened the wardrobe.

"you can come out now." he said, smirking.

millie stepped out, her cheeks burning. "this is the most embarrassing thing that's ever happened to me."

harry shrugged. "it's not that bad. at least you didn't actually fight the lamp post."

she glared at him, pulling one of his jumpers over her head. "I'm leaving."

"wait, wait," he said, blocking the door. "you don't have to sneak out like you've committed a crime."

"I kind of feel like I have," she muttered, shoving her feet into her heels from the past night.

harry's smirk softened into something gentler. "hey." he said, his voice quieter now. "you're fine. last night was fun, actually. you don't have to feel weird about it."

millie hesitated, her hand on the doorknob. "are you sure?"

"100%."

she gave him a small, grateful smile before slipping out the door. as she made her way down the hall, she could hear cal's voice drifting from the living room.

"so, when's the wedding?"

mille groaned, quickening her pace, not forgetting to flip him off as she walked off.

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OUTSIDE HIS APARTMENT BLOCK, millie found a bench right outside, which she sank herself down onto. all she could feel was guilt. she knew she was going to move on eventually, that was inevitable. but she didn't expect it to be this soon. and with a man who'd she'd known for 9 years.

harry lewis knows what she looks like naked. and that made her want to cry. she couldn't help but think that she was going to ruin their relationship. but if she was going to cry, she may as well do it in the comfort of her own home, not some random smelly part of london.

as she started walking back, she had a pit in her stomach, and she didn't know what to do. not even billie eilish in her headphones was helping her, and that's when you know it's serious.

to be fair, she could always just call billie for help. billie eilish would definitely drop everything to listen to millie's crisis. right? god, billie eilish was so fit. maybe if things with harry didn't work out, she could just date billie eilish instead. Oh shit. harry. that's how her brain was working—jumping from one absurd thought to the next.

millie groaned, dropping her head into her hands. "get it together, clarke," she muttered to herself. she needed to talk to someone who could ground her, someone who could actually give her advice instead of a fictional scenario in her head.

without giving herself time to overthink it, she grabbed her phone and scrolled through her contacts, her thumb hovering over riley's name. riley was good at this stuff—rational, no-nonsense, but still kind. she tapped the call button before she could change her mind.

"hello?" millie said, making sure it was connected to her headphones

"hey. did you come back last night? i couldn't see you this morning, just assumed you had an early shoot or something." riley asked, clearly moving about.

"bro, you're gonna fucking kill me." millie chuckled.

"what did you do. actually no, who did you do."

"harry."

"oh. my. god. wroetomills comfirmed??"

"shut up." she laughed into the call.

"i want details. i want everything."

"i'm literally outside the building, hold on."

"i actually can't believe this. this feels like a glitch in the matrix. fucking millietv and wroetoshaw sleeping together? 2022 is wild."

"open the door, i can't find my keys, i think i left them at his. love youuu." she shouted quickly into the phone, only to be met with a smiley riley as she opened the door.

"don't just stand there, walk in!!" riley exclaimed, dragging the girl in dragging millie inside with more force than necessary.

from there, riley plopped herself down at millie's desk setup, grinning like a kid on christmas, while millke paced the room, animatedly recounting the night's events—or at least the parts she could remember.

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HARRY LEANED AGAINST the closed door, listening to millie's hurried footsteps fade down the hall. he let out a low sigh, running a hand through his messy, blonde hair.

"that was something," he muttered to himself, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

he glanced around the room, taking in the rumpled bed and the empty coffee mug on the bedside table. millie's real laugh from last night echoed in his mind—loud, unfiltered, and completely infectious.

he sat down on the edge of the bed, staring at the spot where she'd been moments ago. it wasn't like he hadn't thought about this before—he wasn't blind. millie was beautiful, funny, and completely chaotic in a way that made him want to keep up. but last night? that wasn't supposed to happen.

harry groaned, dropping his head into his hands. "you're an idiot," he muttered.

a knock at the door pulled him out of his thoughts.

"mate," cal called from the other side. "she's gone, you can stop looking like you've been caught with your pants down."

harry rolled his eyes but didn't respond.

the door creaked open, and cal stepped in, his grin as smug as ever. "so, what's the plan? gonna pretend it didn't happen, or are we finally admitting you've had a thing for her since she was legal?"

harry shot him a warning look. "Shut up, freezy, mate."

"right, right. denial it is," cal said, plopping down in the chair by the desk. "just saying, though—if you hurt her, I'm never talking to you again."

harry didn't respond. he was too busy staring at the wardrobe door, where millie had hidden not long ago, her face rose with embarrassment.

he knew he should be freaking out more. this could complicate everything—years of friendship, their chemistry in videos, their lives. but instead, all he could think about was the way she'd smiled at him before she left.

harry shook his head, standing up. "you're reading too much into this," he muttered under his breath, as if saying it out loud would make it true.

"talking to yourself now?" cal teased, leaning back in the chair.

harry ignored him, grabbing his keys from the nightstand. "I'm going for a walk."

as he stepped out of the apartment, the cold air hit him, and he found himself wondering if Millie had made it home yet.

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comments

@user : BLONDE MILLIE'S BACK I REPEAT

@user : are you okay
⤷ @milliemoo : i will be :)

@calfreezy : Alright i guess
⤷ @milliemoo : you've got such a way w words

@user : she's so pretty

@user : rip finn

AUTHOR NOTES !!
fear we're moving too fast but i have so many ideas i can't stop writing rn 💃🕺

also am aware that cal n harry didn't live together irl when this is set but they do in my story bc i said so