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august 12th, 2022

MILLIE WAS STANDING in front of her mirror, wiping off the last traces of makeup from her face. the light in her room was soft, casting a warm glow over everything. harry was sprawled out on her bed, his head resting on the pillow, arms tucked behind it as he casually looked around her room.

his gaze landed on the bedside table, and his eyes caught something—something that made him pause.

"spunk?" he asked, lifting an eyebrow, a smirk forming on his lips. "really? this is what you're reading?"

millie froze mid-swipe, turning her head to glance at him in the mirror. "what?" she said, a little defensive.

"spunk," harry repeated, sitting up slightly, his grin growing wider. "by zora neale hurston? is that what we're calling it these days?"

she rolled her eyes, but couldn't help the small laugh that escaped her. "it's good, alright? i read it in school." she replied, turning back to the mirror to finish cleaning her face.

"good?" harry chuckled. "is that what you tell people when they ask you about it?"

"it's a collection of short stories, you know, very literary," millie said, trying to sound serious, though the grin on her face betrayed her. "you should try reading it."

"oh, i'm sure i would," harry teased, sitting up fully now, his arms folded across his chest. "i mean, i'm a man of culture. i can handle a little spunk."

"stop," millie laughed, turning to face him. "you're ridiculous."

"i'm just saying," harry leaned back on the bed, his voice low and playful, "i didn't know you were into such bold literature."

"don't judge a book by its cover," millie shot back, walking over to her closet to grab her pajamas. "you should try reading it, you might learn something."

"i'm sure i would," harry said with a wink, his eyes following her as she changed. "but honestly, i think i'll pass on the spunk for tonight."

millie shook her head, a laugh escaping her lips. "you're impossible."

harry just grinned, his eyes twinkling. "i'm just having a little fun, alright?"

as millie climbed into bed next to him, they both fell into a comfortable silence. but harry couldn't resist one more jab.

"i'm still not sure if i should be impressed or worried."

"you're lucky i like you," millie teased, nudging him with her shoulder as she settled into the bed.

"i'm lucky, huh?" harry said with a grin, leaning over to kiss her cheek. "i'll take that as a compliment."

harry was still grinning as he watched millie settle into bed, the playful glint in his eyes not fading. "spunk." he repeated, shaking his head as if he couldn't quite get over it. "i thought i knew you better, mill."

millie rolled her eyes, but she couldn't suppress the smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "you know, you're really starting to sound like my mum when she found out i had a subscription to that weird art magazine."

"oh, i've heard about that," harry said, a mischievous grin creeping up his face. "what was it? the one with all the naked sculptures?"

"stop." millie laughed, dragging out the P, her face going slightly red. "i'm not getting into that right now."

"i'm just saying," harry continued, clearly enjoying this, "i didn't think you were into avant-garde literature and art. i thought you were more of a 'romantic comedy' kind of girl."

"i am!" millie protested, now fully in bed, propping herself up on one elbow. "but you can't just read the same thing all the time, harry. i like to mix it up."

"mix it up, huh?" harry said, leaning over slightly to nudge her with his shoulder. "so, what's next? 'fifty shades of grey'?"

"don't even start," millie groaned, playfully pushing him back. "i read spunk, but i'm not talking about it with you."

"oh, i'm sure you're not," harry teased, but his tone softened as he settled back into the pillows, eyes still locked on her. "you know, i like that about you. you always keep me guessing."

"keep you guessing?" millie raised an eyebrow, shifting to face him more fully. "you're the one who's always messing with me, harry. i don't know if i'm the one keeping you guessing."

"that's fair," he admitted, shrugging as he relaxed into the bed. "but you have this mysterious side to you. like, who knew you were secretly a literary genius with a taste for the bold?"

millie laughed softly, her heart warming at his words. "yeah, i'm a regular intellectual," she said, nudging him back. "just wait till you see my bookshelf. i've got a whole collection of weird stuff."

"oh, i'm looking forward to that," harry said, his voice light but sincere. "i'll be your personal book club member."

"yeah, right," millie giggled. "you'd probably fall asleep halfway through."

"not true," harry said, raising his hand in mock offense. "i'm a fast learner. i could totally get into spunk."

millie shook her head, laughing again. "you're ridiculous."

"but you love it," he said, his smile widening. "i mean, come on, i make your life way more interesting."

"you're not wrong," millie admitted, leaning in to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. "but you really need to stop clowning me about my books."

"okay, okay," harry said, raising his hands in surrender. "i'll stop. but only because you're so cute when you're all serious about your weird book choices."

"you're lucky i like you," millie said with a grin, leaning back against the pillow.

"lucky, huh?" harry's voice was soft now, a playful glint still in his eyes. "well, i'm definitely lucky to be here with you."

millie's heart fluttered a little at his words, but she kept it casual, trying not to overthink it. "yeah, yeah, just don't make fun of my books again and we'll be fine."

"deal," harry said, turning on his side to face her. "so, what's next? we gonna read together? or should we just watch a movie and pretend we're not gonna fall asleep halfway through?"

"i like the sound of that," millie said, smiling softly as she grabbed the remote. "let's just chill for a bit."

"perfect," harry said, settling in beside her, his arm casually draped over her shoulders as the movie started. "this is all i need, honestly."

they both settled into a comfortable silence, the soft glow of the screen illuminating their faces as they watched, the world outside fading away. harry's fingers brushed lightly against millie's as they both relaxed, the moment feeling easy and right.

AUTHOR NOTES !!

I love james marriott anyway the next few i think are fillers 😍