Just going to say this now before I forget, since Finn and Millie are actual people in real life, this is furthest that will ever happen between them, and absolutely NO SEX because I personally find that weird since they aren't in a relationship.

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Millie looked up at him, her shoulders slowly relaxing. Her clenched hands opened, her hands falling to his shoulders. Her eyes locked with his, the anger slowly disappearing. He stroked her cheek gently, a soft smile forming on his face at her calming form. "Leave," she muttered, lightly hitting his chest.

"Do you really want me to leave baby?" Finn asked, tucking a strand of her hair back. "Come on... please just let me explain my side of the story." He gave her a puppy-dog eyed look, sticking out his lower lip into a pout. "Please?"

"Fine." Millie shook her head. "You have five minutes or I'm screaming for my brother Charlie to kick your ass. He has a baseball bat by his door, by the way."

Finn shuddered. "I'll make sure that I make this quick." He pulled away from her and glanced at the bed. "Can I sit?"

Millie sighed, running a hand through her dark hair. "I suppose." She slowly took a seat on her bed, watching as Finn sat down a few feet away from her. She tore away from his gaze, her gaze falling to her hands in her lap.

Finn sighed and ran a hand through his curls, mimicking her motions. "I had a show one night. It had been my first show in a while and I was absolutely hyped and excited for it. So I decided to break one of the rules, more specifically the "no drinking before a show" rule," he explained.

Millie leaned back against her headboard. "So you got drunk?" she asked, a hint of annoyance and regret lingering in her voice. She really shouldn't have opened the window, she figured.

"Drunk is an understatement, princess. Anyways, after the show, there was this blonde girl standing there. Next thing I knew, I was fuc-"

"Okay okay! Too much info." Millie hit him with a pillow, shaking her head in disgust. "Jesus fucking Christ."

"Okay sorry." He held up his hands before showing her his phone. "This was the night." He showed her a photo on his Instagram page, posted on March 13 at the same nightclub the paparazzi photos had been taken at with Finn in identical outfits.

Millie had gotten hit in the head with the door and met Finn on March 15th.

Millie looked down. "I'm sorry." Her ears began to burn in embarrassment. "I just... I don't know. It looked so bad and," she shook her head, "fuck, I feel like an idiot." Her eyes fell to her feet as she played with the fabric of her shirt.

Finn shook his head and cupped her face in his hands. Her gaze shot up to meet his, his dark eyes locking with hers. "No. Baby it's my fault and I'm sorry for fucking up with you again. I really am. I understand how bad it looked." He brushed his thumb over her cheekbone. "I may be a lot of things like famous and hot and amazing, but I'm not a cheater or a liar. I'm still so sorry." He slowly pulled his hands away, her skin tingling from his touch. "I'll leave now okay?" He stood up and turned away, walking to the window.

Millie nodded slowly, gently dragging her fingertips over her cheekbone. "Finn?" she asked, standing up.

Finn turned back to look at her. "Yeah?

Millie stepped closer. "Am I not even worth a hug goodbye?" she asked, tilting her head up to meet his eyes. "At least hug me before you decide to fucking leave all dramatically. You could at least give me that."

"I didn't want to overstep any boundaries baby." Finn's eyes softened. "Do you want a proper goodbye?"

"Don't just leave," she said, shaking her head. "At least say something to me."

Finn's cheeks flushed red in the dark. "Could I do something instead?" He slowly wrapped his arms around her waist, his eyes falling to her lips. "I missed those kisses," he whispered, gently tilting her chin up.

Millie found herself falling under his spell again. The way his arm was around her waist and how he held her face gently, and the way his dark eyes locked with her sent her head spinning. Her heart raced in her chest and she leaned up to kiss him.

Fireworks went off in her chest and stomach as she kissed him, all of the thoughts that lingered in her mind vanishing in an instant. Her stomach exploded with butterflies as he pulled her flush against him, continuing to kiss her as they began to gasp for air between the eager kisses. He slowly stepped forward bringing her closer to the wall.

Millie gasped softly as her back hit the wall behind her. "Should we stop?" Finn asked, breaking the kiss but keeping the distance between them close.

Millie shook her head slowly, her heart racing so quickly, she was sure Finn could hear it or feel it. Thinking over her choice of words, she said, "Fuck it, remember? Just... no sex please? I don't think I'm ready," she mumbled, breaking her gaze with him, nervous for his reply. After bad experiences with other boys, she couldn't help but be worried about his reaction and she stood quietly, waiting for laughter or a rude remark.

But no laughter or remarks came.

Finn simply smiled and kissed her lips again. "Baby," he mumbled, stroking her cheek gently and lovingly. "Trust me," he gave her a loving smile, "we can stop right now. I would never force you into anything. How about I just kiss you until you can't think straight, if that's okay with you."

"Too late," Millie replied, easily relaxing into the kisses he was giving her and how good it felt, and trusting the words he spoke as she slid her hand under his shirt slowly.

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Millie slowly opened her eyes, the bright light from the window filling the bedroom. She laid fully dressed in her clothes from the night before, though her shirt was wrinkled and tugged up in certain places. Rubbing her eyes, she turned her head as she felt something touch her side.

Finn had stayed the night after they had made out.

Millie slowly got up, shutting the curtains and checking the lock on her bedroom door before laying down again. She slowly laid her head on Finn's chest, smiling softly as his arms looped around her waist. Her lips ached dully from his kisses, light lovebites bruising her neck and collarbone. Finn shifted closer, pulling her into his chest in his sleep.

"Millie!" her mother called, banging her hand on the bedroom door.

Finn flinched and woke up, muttering, "Oh shit."

Millie stood up, her eyes wide. "Get out." She tossed him his shirt, which hit him in the face as she dashed to her vanity mirror and reached for a bottle of concealer. "Get the fuck out."

Finn slipped on his shirt, reaching for his jacket and shoes. "I'm going, I'm going," he muttered. Stumbling around the room, he managed to slip on his shoes and jacket while Millie hurriedly covered the marks on her neck.

"Also," she looked at Finn through the mirror with an annoyed look lingering in her eyes, "since when did I get hickeys from you?" She unfolded a pair of socks and threw one of them at him. "You're like a fucking leech!"

"I'm a leech? Have you seen my neck?"

"You have like two hickeys, Wolfhard. You know you liked it when you clearly had an issue downstairs!" She threw the matching sock at him, hitting him in the face.

"Oh you did not just throw socks at me Miss Brown. How old are you, four?"

Millie scoffed. "If I'm four, then you're a pedophile, especially for making out with me last night!"

"Hey!"

"Millie, honey, is everything okay?" her mother asked as she stopped at the door again, knocking on the bedroom door and killing Finn's and Millie's argument

"Just a minute!" she called. Running her fingers through her tangled hair, she walked over to Finn. "You better not tell anyone." She hit his chest lightly.

"I won't." He pecked her lips, giving her a signature grin. "Bye." He climbed out the bedroom window and disappeared without a trace.

Millie shook her head, muttering, "Oh that idiot." Millie opened the bedroom door, giving her mom a sweet smile. "Sorry, I was getting dressed." The reality hit her as the smile fell from her lips. After closing the door again, she leaned her head against it, gently brushing her fingertips over her lips and trailing them down her neck. The smile slowly formed on her lips again as she thought back to the kisses that had made her feel a way she had never felt before.

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