AU :

TBH I think I update too often but I love this story so much and I want more readers 😂😂😂 don't judge lmao

^ how Poppy makes Harry feel lol

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"Lunch was lovely, I definitely will consider your ideas for the hotel. Thanks for all the help," I say, shaking hands with one of my many business partners. He nods in agreement, and picks up his briefcase. "I hope I will be hearing from you soon, Mr.Styles."

"Definitely." I grin and we both make our way back to our cars. I sigh, rolling my eyes and jumping into my 2016 Porsche. Her name is Brenda.

Humming to some annoying yet catchy pop song on the radio, I make my way to Poppy's school in no hurry. I'm going to be a bit early. It will give me some time to check my emails.

Remembering where Angela told me Poppy went to school, it's easy to find it in no time. The private school she attends is only ten minutes away from work. Twenty if you count traffic.

After about twenty five minutes of driving, I'm in the parking lot of Poppy's school waiting patiently. I hadn't gotten her number, so I'm not sure how she's going to find me. Oh well.

I look down at my phone and reply to text messages I have gotten throughout the day. I'm a busy man, hardly any time to text.

I look up with a sigh, and that's when I'm greeted with a pair of bright icy blue eyes and a smile. I unlock the door and let her in. "Hi, Harry," she greets, buckling her seatbelt and throwing her bag by her feet.

"How was your last day of school?" I ask her, getting a good look at her tan, yet sun burnt face. She has a bead of sweat forming on her forehead and small, wild baby hairs. Her hair is in two French braids, and her outfit consists of her simple school uniform. I sigh internally at how short her skirt is. They should really make those longer.

"I was playing field hockey outside. It's quite hot," she sighs, wiping her forehead. I chuckle and start up the engine. "You look a little burnt, love."

Poppy scoffs. "Yeah well maybe because I was outside for eighty minutes in the burning heat." Sarcastic little demon. "But I'm glad school is over now."

"Where to, little Winsley?" I ask her. I have a couple of hours before I have to go back to the office. Maybe she wants to go get frozen yogurt or something.

"Frozen yogurt please?" She pleads. Read my mind.

"Hmm, have you deserved it?" I tease, smirking at her. She looks at me with those big blue eyes and I already know my ass is on my way to the frozen yogurt shop ten minutes away.

"I think so, I haven't punched anyone today," she replies with a shrug. I chuckle, keeping my focus on the road. "I guess that calls for some frozen yogurt then, huh?"

I see Poppy in the corner of my eye smile. "If you said no, I was going to beg until you gave in, anyway."

I shake my head with a small grin. "I don't doubt that."

The rest of the car ride consists of Poppy dancing in her seat to some song on the radio, and me telling her to settle down several times. Eventually I give up and let her have her way.

"We're here." Poppy trails behind me as I enter the frozen yogurt shop I used to go to with an old business partner of mine. I knew she'd like it.

"It's cold in here, thank god. It's hot as balls outside," Poppy mutters, looking around the cutely decorated shop.

She walks over to the machines and immediately fills her white and orange cup with pink yogurt and countless toppings. Bending down to get some of the sweet toppings, her godforsaken tiny skirt hikes up a bit, giving me the perfect view of her plump, pantie covered bum. My eyes immediately widen and I tear my gaze away. 

"Dear lord," I mutter to myself. The girl is seventeen for Christ's sake. I shouldn't have been looking. I mentally scold myself as Poppy hums in satisfaction at her frozen yogurt creation.

"Okay, Harry, I think I have enough toppings," Poppy giggles. I cough awkwardly and quickly pay for her frozen yogurt.

"Harry is something wrong?" She asks as I hand the lady behind the counter a twenty dollar bill. "Your cheeks are all red."

"Keep the change," I say, smiling at the cashier. I ignore Poppy and let her eat her treat.

"Harry?" Poppy asks. She looks up at me with her doe eyes and I feel something weird shoot through my spine. Well.. Maybe my groin as well.

"You look very flustered," she says, walking back to the car. "Do I?" I ask, calming myself down. She just nods and continues to happily eat her bowl of yogurt. I start the engine and make my way near her home.

"Yeah, are you okay?"

"Course I am, do you want to go to a friends house or something? Or do you want me to just drop you off at home?" I quickly change the topic. I shouldn't be freaking out over something so small. Poppy's a beautiful girl. An underage girl at that.

"I don't have any friends," Poppy says.

I just look at her, not really knowing what to say. She looks unbothered, and just continues to eat her frozen yogurt like its no big deal. How does she have no friends? The girls got an attitude, but she still has a good heart I'm sure. "I'm your friend," I tell her.

Poppy rolls her eyes. "You're my babysitter." Ouch. Give the girl the best pasta she's probably ever tasted in her life and she thinks of you as just a babysitter? Oh that one I took to heart.

I playfully gasp, placing my hand that wasn't on the steering wheel on my heart. "Poppy Winsley! I thought we were B-F-F'S!"

Poppy laughs, a small yet sincere little laugh. "Just playing, you are my babysitter but you're not as stupid and boring as I thought you'd be." She shrugs.

"Best compliment anyone has ever given me." I smirk and she laughs through her mouthful of frozen yogurt.

"I like your accent, did you used to live in England?" I'm surprised she likes my accent, remembering her previous name calling. British Crumpet, I laugh internally.

"No, I was born in America, my parents had dual citizenship. I picked up my accent from them."

"I think it's cool. How old are you, anyways? Sixty?" She jokes, smirking at me. I raise my eyebrows at her with a smile. "Do I look sixty?"

"No," she replies, "If you're sixty, I want to look sixty as well." I laugh at her. "I'm twenty-three."

"Old man." She smiles at me, her eyes sparkling. I just scoff. "For an old man I'm sure good with the ladies."

Poppy shakes her head and takes another spoonful of frozen yogurt. "Whatever."

I smile, and after about two minutes we're in her driveway and it's the same as last night. "Harry, will you go swimming with me tomorrow? We just opened our pool last week."

I sigh, facing her. "Why me?" Poppy shrugs, looking down. "I get lonely here in this huge house, nobody's ever home." My heart tugs a bit at her words and though I know she's probably used to it, it still hurts her. 

"Okay Poppy, I'll swim with you."

Poppy's eyes light up in joy and she jumps in her seat. I chuckle at her excitement. "Okay, give me your number so I can tell you when to come."

After exchanging numbers, Poppy grabs her bag and waves a goodbye before making her way into her home.

A seventeen year old rich kid is my new best friend. Would you look at that.

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I love this chapter lol. I have a couple of questions and I would be VERY thankful if u took the time to answer them

How do you feel about Poppy?

How do you feel about Harry?

Should this be a sexual or non sexual story? And by that I of course mean Poppy and Harry's relationship.

What should I add?

Anyway, thank u for reading :-)))))

kisses,
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