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I'm so sorry for the long wait! I had trouble finding inspiration, but here's an update and I hope you enjoy it!
                          
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As Harry and I stared at Mila I raced to think of the best excuse. 
                          
"Mila no no no." I moved towards her, shaking my head. "Harry and I were not kissing." 
                          
"But-" She pointed at Harry who jumped in to help me.
                          
"Emma's right, we were not kissing." He told her and she looked at us in confusion. 
                          
"What you doing?" She asked.
                          
"We were playing a game." I quickly thought up.
                          
"What game?"
                          
"Yes, what game Emma?" Harry muttered through his teeth.
                          
"It's a big kid game. You wouldn't understand. You're not old enough." 
                          
Mila frowned. 
                          
"What it called?" She then asked.
                          
"Monopoly." Harry blurted out and I looked at him with an incredulous look.
                          
"Really?" I whispered. 
                          
"Would you have rather I said shoots and ladders?" He hissed back but I just rolled my eyes.
                          
I then looked back at Mila who was watching us.
                          
"So were Harry and I kissing?" I asked her and she shook her head no."That's right." I smiled. 
                          
Harry glared at me.
                          
"This better work." 
                          
"It will."
                          
Mila followed me as I went to my room to find my phone charger and tugged on my leggings. 
                          
"Yes?" I asked her.
                          
"Pway makeup?" She looked up at me with an innocent expression.
                          
"Of course." I smiled at her and she sat on my chair while I began to go through all of my makeup, deciding what to put on her.
                          
I was doing her eyeshadow when there was a knock at the open door of my room and I saw Harry there. 
                          
"Yes?" I asked him.
                          
"I wanted to know what your plan was for dinner."
                          
"I haven't thought about it." I said.
                          
"Hawwy!" Mila then looked at him. "Pway makeup!"
                          
"I'll watch." He told her and she smiled as he sat down beside her.
                          
As I put some blush on Mila's cheeks a thought came to my head, and I swiped the brush through the makeup before going to quickly brush it across Harry's cheek. 
                          
But he was too fast for me, and grabbed my wrist, yanking my hand away from his face.
                          
"Absolutely not." He glared at me while Mila giggled, but instead I bit my lip and tried again.
                          
"No!" Harry growled as I moved on top of him as he fell back, trying to keep me off him. "Emma!"
                          
"Just let me put some blush on you!" I laughed as we continued to struggle on the floor, Mila laughing at us. 
                          
"No! You are not putting makeup on me!" He fought me off, and at this point I was straddling him while he held both of my arms to one side. 
                          
"Please?" I batted my eye lashes. 
                          
"No." He growled again.
                          
"Do you remember what I did that night last week before we went to sleep?" I then raised my eyebrows and he narrowed his eyes at me. "Well let me put makeup on you or that won't happen for a very very long time."