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Twenty Nine

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Harry's POV

All I can say is that it hurts. It hurts like hell. The pain of losing the one person you really cared about. I don't know what came over me, but in that moment, it was the right thing to do.

Whoever was watching us, was merely just a fangirl. Otherwise, they'd blackmail one of us with the footage, and that hasn't happened. If they wanted to out me and Poppy, they would have by now.

I got so worked up, thinking about going to prison. Thinking about my business failing because I had fallen for a sixteen year old girl. But I was just paranoid, thinking of the worst case scenarios.

And now, I lost her.

It's depressing, when I wake up and Poppy's limbs aren't entangled with mine. My heart drops to the pit of my stomach when I can still feel her fingertips on my skin.

Maybe I made the right decision. She's a sixteen year old girl who doesn't know any better, I took advantage of that. She should be with somebody her age, someone her parents don't work with, someone who can give her the legal teenage love every girl has dreamt about.

Does Poppy mean everything to me? The answer is yes. Will I always want what's best for her? The answer is also yes.

And maybe.. Just maybe, what's best for her is me. But deep down in my heart, I can't be selfish. This isn't what she deserves. I saw the look in her eyes the day she left. I broke her heart. She trusted me, she finally found somebody to open up to and I shattered that. I want to be with Poppy Winsley, of course, but as of now, maybe we're just not good for each other.

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Rubbing my tired eyes, I higlight one last piece of information on the filled in bar graph that was on a piece of white paper. It's been two days since I saw Poppy at the club, and ever since I can't get her off my mind. After the break up, she never left my mind of course but now.. I'm starting to feel everything slowly come crashing down on me.

Without her, it's so different. Karla comes in for work, but is standoffish, and secretly glares at me when I'm not looking. She's tried to confront me about it, but I dismiss her. The last thing I want to do is talk about it.

Taking one last sip of my coffee, I check my watch. It's 3:21 AM. I think it's time to head home and try to accomplish as much sleep as I can.

Yawning, I close my brief case and grab my keys, getting ready to lock up. But before I do so, I see a shadow in the corner of my eye. Furrowing my eyebrows, I slowly look up, and nearly jump out of my skin at the sight. There stands a man named Adam, a business partner of mine.

"Why are you still here?" I ask, looking right into his stern, dark brown eyes. He closes them for a moment, sighing.

"You're acting weird lately, everybody's worried about you, what's going on Styles?" He asks, though it's more of a demand. Adam helps me with locationing where I should put my extended hotels. He wouldn't be too hard to replace, would he?

"Nothing, I am fine, now if you'd ever so kindly move, I'd like to go home," I reply blankly, making my way towards the door. But, Adam stops me, placing a hand in front of me.

I furrow my eyebrows in confusion and anger. "We all know you and the pretty little rich girl have broken up, but you're letting it get in the way of your work. I know it's most likely not my place to be saying this but nobody else has the balls to do so."

I fume in anger, clenching my jaw. Who does he think he is? Getting into my personal life? He knows better than to disrespect me like this. It's strictly business between us. How infuriating.

"Get out," I hiss, fuming. Before he can reply, I shove my way past him, gritting my teeth.

As I leave, I hear him continue to talk. "I know that girl was special to you, but we've got work to do and you're slacking," he calls, and I can't tell if he's being sincere or harsh. If he wasn't so good at what he does I'd fire him.

I choose to ignore his words, and continue to make my way out of the building. I refuse to acknowledge anything other than business.

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Poppy's POV

A couple days later

Tomorrow is my seventeenth birthday, the age my adolescence becomes a thing of the past. Of course my eighteenth will be much more important, but it's still my birthday, and I take my birthdays very seriously.

Here I am, lying on a hammock peacefully as the Bora Bora sun hitting my bikini exposed skin perfectly. With my eyes closed, Prada sunglasses framing my face, I sigh in bliss.

I've been on this Island for a couple of days now, having the time of my life with Karla and Louis. It's refreshing to say the least, a vacation is definitely what I needed.

"Refill, Ms.Winsley?" A voice asks, startling me. Twisting my head to the side, I bring my lips up into a smile, and rest my arms on my stomach. "Yes please."

The worker just smiles sweetly, before grabbing my glass and heading off.

Tomorrow I plan on having my birthday dinner at a beautiful restaurant everyone's been speaking of, and then heading back to California and throwing a small, put together birthday party. After my birthday events are done, I still have a couple non-Poppy events I have to attend.

As I swing on my hammock quietly, the beautiful and calming silence is ruined once the ear splitting sound of my ringer goes off.

Groaning, I lean down and dig through my beach bag in search for my phone. Once my fingers make contact with the rectangular device, I grasp it quickly and remove my sunglasses before looking at the caller I.D.

My heart drops to the pit of my stomach. You've got to be kidding me!

There, in white, menacing words, is the name Harry lit up on my screen. Why is he calling me? I was having a perfect time in paradise without him.

Clenching my left fist, I decide to press 'Answer' and place the phone next to my ear. "What?" I hiss.

As I wait for him to speak, my heart thumps in my throat. Finally, I hear him clear his throat, and I sit up on the hammock softly.

"Poppy," he breathes out, making me swallow roughly. "I called to tell you happy birthday, I know it's tomorrow, but I'm sure you're going to be plenty busy tomorrow," he sighs, his calming voice instantly giving me shivers. I try to not let his words effect me, but I've missed him so much.

Running a hand through my hair, I sigh. "I'm in Bora Bora, I'm sure you know that, and I will be throwing my small party once I get back to California. Not so busy, also not that it's any of your business."

Harry chuckles through the phone, making my heart flutter. "I also called to tell you, the person who hacked into the cameras at your house has confessed and handed over the footage. It was just a crazy fangirl, and since the footage was personal, and didn't concern the police, they didn't look into it, they simply made the girl delete it, and she's now under surveillance."

All of the news comes crashing in at once. What? I can't believe this. This is all too much for me right now and I don't know how I should feel.. Harry and I broke up over nothing.

"What?!" I nearly gasp, "why hasn't anybody told me?" I ask in bewilderment, my heart pounding.

"Well, your parents have been trying to get ahold of you but you've been having the time of your life in bora bora they were going to tell you once you got back to California," he explains, making my heart leap. I can finally go home! No more stalker! My bed, oh my precious bed!

"Thank god," I breathe out, smiling. "So.. What does that mean for us?" I let out a shaky breath, the topic making both of us remain quiet and the tension thick.

"I don't know.. I don't know baby, but of course I still had to get you something, a lot of somethings, actually," he laughs, making my heart pound for some reason. He called me baby.

"Like a gift?" I ask, still feeling a little weird about talking to him. It's been a while, but I can't deny that I miss him and miss us.

"Yeah, once you get back to California I'll let you have them. I know we aren't together, and you probably hate me for what I did to you, but I hope you like the gifts," He says, "I've got to go now, but I'll talk to you soon. Take care my love," and with that, he hangs up, leaving me completely and utterly confused and emotional.

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