EMILY'S POV
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For as long as I could remember, Harry has been the man of my dreams. Even when I was a little girl and he'd come over to hang out with my brother, I had always admired from afar, taking every chance I could to grab his attention.

It never worked.

Sure, he had said his hellos and was never rude to me, but he also paid no mind to me either. Harry Styles was a ladies man during his teenage years, although I had never seen him settle down. I remember hearing hushed conversations about girls and hookups, and it would shatter my heart every time.

My crush only grew throughout the years, although my last encounter of him was at Liam's graduation party.

The day I saw him at his house, my heart was beating in my throat all over again. My first crush was back in my sight and I was more eager than before to have him all to myself. But once again, there was an obstacle. This time, it was something much more difficult -- Poppy.

Poppy Winsley, how could I possibly describe a girl like her? She's one year older than me, but we don't attend the same private school. Our schools are rivals, in fact.

Though we don't have the same friends, I had always heard of her. I never met her, but I would be lying if I said I didn't know mostly everything about her from her admirers.

I had always envied Poppy. Her looks, her house, her family, her popularity. It's like it was all just handed to her. How could one girl have everything?

Although I admired Poppy, I didn't pay too much attention to her until that day. If only I had been there alone with him, if only she wasn't there that day. But, of course she was, flaunting the fact that she had Harry wrapped around her finger.

I wish she wasn't so perfect. I wish her hair wasn't perfectly silky, I wish her skin wasn't naturally clear and dewy, I wish her eyes weren't a mesmerizing baby blue, I wish her legs weren't long, tanned, and tone, but most of all, I wish she didn't have the heart of Harry Styles.

Closing my eyes in defeat, I let a tear slide down my cheek as I watch the couple from afar. They're enjoying breakfast together, Harry's eyes filled with love. My heart hurts.

I have to have him. The man I have always loved. Poppy doesn't deserve him, does she even love him? How can such a selfish, conceited girl like her love another human? She must treat him awfully.

Sitting at this table by myself, I finish my omelette, taking one last sip of orange juice before clicking my pen and opening my journal. As Poppy's laughter is heard from afar, my blood boils in anger. I press the pen angrily against the paper.

Destroy Poppy Winsley, whatever it takes.

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Poppy's POV

"Babe, can you grab me a towel?" I call out from the shower. How could I have forgotten a damn towel? Sometimes I can be so forgetful.

"Or you could just come out the way you are," he calls back with a mischievous tone. I laugh, shaking my head. I mean I could, but it's pretty cold right now and I am dripping in water.

"You wish," I reply with a smile. I wait for a response, a smile still on my face, but that all quickly changes when Harry opens the door quickly, harshly throwing my towel at me.

I jump up in shock, scrambling to cover my naked body. My eyes widen in fear. "Jesus Harry, what's that for?"

That's when I finally look at his face, and I feel myself pale. His eyes are fuming with anger, his face beat red. He holds up my phone, his hands gripping it angrily.

I furrow my eyebrows, grasping the phone and looking at my lock screen, which was flooded with texts from Bryan Sorreli, a socialite that I was rumored to be 'dating' a couple months ago. All bogus, all for publicity.

My heart hammers in my chest as I read out the text messages, eyes widening in disbelief.

Bryan Sorreli
I had fun with you last night

Bryan Sorreli
Let's do it again?

Bryan Sorreli
Styles will never have to know

Bryan Sorreli
I can keep a secret if you can babe ;)

My heart drops as tears slide down my cheek. "Harry," I croak out, but he just steps away from me with a pained expression. I watch as his eyes turn from angry to disbelief and hurt.

"I swear, I don't know what he's talking about, I swear to God I've only talked to him once in my life and that was in January!" I cry out, every ounce in my body begging for him to believe me. Why would Bryan just text me that?!?

Harry looks down at the ground, then up at my frantic face. "You.. you wouldn't," he rasps, his eyes becoming glassy. I want to sigh out in relief, but he still looks timid.

"No, baby, I wouldn't, you have to believe me! I was home alone last night I swear!"

And that's when the phone vibrates again. Harry and I both look at each other. I slowly decide to look down, but my eyes begin to flood with tears even more at the result.

Bryan Sorreli
Your room used to be blue, I guess you go for more peachy tones now? Interesting.

"Give me the phone," Harry rasps, but I only shake my head in response, my entire body shaking in fear and disbelief. How the hell does he know what color my room is? Harry will never believe me after this.

"Poppy, give me the fucking phone," he snaps, making me jump. My shaky hands slowly hand it over, and when he reads it for himself, his face turns pale. He quietly hands me back my phone, and begins to leave. My heart shatters even more if that's possible.

I chase after him, grabbing his arm, but he only rips my grip off of him.

I whimper. "Harry no, please, I didn't cheat I would never and you know-"

"How does he know he color of your god damn room?!" He growls in anger. Tears slide uncontrollably down my face as I grip the towel closer to my shaking body.

"Harry I- I don't know but I swear-"

"You're a fucking liar, Poppy, you had me fooled. I have never loved anybody as much as I loved you, I gave you everything!" He screams, and I sob loudly, covering my face in absolute  terror. What do I do?

"Were you even a virgin when I fucked you?" He spits.

My heart drops. My mouth widens in shock, and although I can see the pain in his face just from saying that, he stands his ground, still scowling at me.

"I DIDNT FUCKING CHEAT ON YOU!" I cry out, but he's already leaving. "No, Harry, please, ch-check the cameras!" I scream, my eyes completely blurry from the hot tears pouring down my face. It feels like I'm dying as I watch him leave, losing my ability to breathe.

"NO PLEASE!" I cry, my lungs tightening, my chest feeling completely crushed.

He turns around, his eyes bloodshot. "You can explain yourself later, I just need to go for a drive to clear my head. I love you."

He closes the door, and I swear I've never felt this amount of pain in my life.

Bryan Sorreli, I'm going to fucking ruin you.

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don't worry, this time I actually will update soon cause I can't keep y'all hanging!!!! Almost 2,000 words damn that's a lot for me lol

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Kisses,
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