Helloooo, this is a double update so make sure you read twenty two before this chapter :-)

btw, I feel like you guys love drama. But trust me, a TON is coming very soon. ;)

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"A-and that-" Louis hysterically laughs with Poppy, bending over whilst trying to catch his breath. "That one girl! Oh what's her n-name?!"

Still laughing, Poppy places her hand on her forehead, "Oh! Frankie!"

"Yes! Frankie!" Louis exclaims, his whitened teeth sparkling.

Rolling my eyes, I take a large swig of whiskey and check my Gold Rolex. The time says 3:42 PM, which is great since the Brunch is supposed to end at 4.

"Poppy," I interrupt Louis' trip down memory lane with a harsh tone. She turns to look at me, a huge grin still on her face. "The brunch is nearly over, shall you say goodbye to your guests?"

Poppy purses her lips, placing a hand on Louis' shoulder. I glare at her tiny hand with an increased heart rate. "Louis, we'll be right back." She aggressively takes my hand and leads me to an empty space.

Louis just nods, looking down at his half eaten salmon. Whatever. I don't understand who he is or why he's trying to get between me and Poppy. Doesn't he know she's already mine? Doesn't he know that we are California's It Couple? He must see the tabloids! We're all over the-

"Harry, what the fuck is wrong with you?" Poppy growls, swatting my arm.

Rubbing my now sore shoulder, I narrow my eyes. "What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you! I set up this entire thing for you and the way you repay me is by talking to your little boyfriend all damn day?!" I hiss, making sure my tone is quiet so nobody will hear us.

Poppy's baby blue eyes soften, and her pouty lips part. Though I'm angry with her, I've got to admit she's by far the most beautiful girl in this room.

"Boyfriend?" She breathes out, looking around the room silently. I tap my foot, raising my eyebrows. As we have a one minute staring contest, she instantly bursts out into laughter. "B-boyfriend!" She exclaims, slapping her hand over her mouth, trying to contain her laughter.

I just stare at her.

"Harry, he's gay."

My jaw instantly drops. What?! Gay? Really? Wow. I am an idiot. How could I not have seen this coming?

"He's gay?" I repeat, suddenly feeling a wave of relief. Poppy nods, her eyebrows raised. "Well, geez."

"You're kind of hot when you're jealous," Poppy admits, smirking. I raise my eyebrows with a grin. "Oh really?"

"Mhm," she hums as I smirk. Interesting..

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Once we get back to the table and I apologize to Louis, I find out that he really is a cool guy. I like him a lot. I feel kind of bad, though. I shouldn't have been so mean to him.

Once we all talk for a bit and get to know each other, Poppy says her goodbyes to everyone as the workers hand them their royal blue gift bags. Everybody tells Poppy how proud they are of her, and the day is honestly perfect if you ask me.

"Okay, enough with this fancy shit, I wanna get wasted," Louis breathes out, suddenly grabbing his glass of Scotch and downing it in one gulp. My eyes widen.

"Oh," Poppy laughs, looking at me with an amused expression. "It's been a while since I've had proper fun.. I suppose one martini could suffice."

"And only one you're getting," I warn her. I am still her babysitter, and she's still underage. There's no way I'm going to allow her to get drunk.

"Oh Harry, loosen up! Maybe you two can have some drunk sex," Louis sings, swaying his hips. I shake my head with a chuckle.

"Yeah, Harry, you aren't the boss of me. If I want to have some fun then I will."

I roll my eyes, grabbing my wallet. "There's a bar downstairs, this hotel is owned by me, we can have as much fun as we want."

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"Watch and learn, ladies!" Louis shouts, taking a shot of Vodka, and then slamming the empty glass down on the wooden counter.

Poppy and I laugh, nodding in approval. "I see no reason to drink just to get drunk, hangovers suck," Poppy laughs.

Louis rolls his eyes, putting up two fingers at the bartender. The young male bartender stares up at me with a nervous look, but I just nod.

Once the two shots are back in front of Louis, he slides one over to Poppy. "Come on, just play some Drake and think of your ex," he mutters before taking yet another shot.

I look around the empty bar nervously. Though I had closed it down for just us tonight, I was still worried somebody would see two underaged teenagers sitting at a bar stool, in my hotel, drinking my alcohol.

That would for sure get me in trouble. Luckily for me, my bartenders are nothing but loyal, and wouldn't open their mouths.

Poppy laughs with Louis about something random as I breathe in and out. Tonight is about having fun. I need to loosen up, work has been too stressful. I need a break.

"Larry," I call, making the bartender turn around with raised eyebrows. "Turn the speakers on, and give me the oldest bottle of whiskey we have."

Poppy and Louis cheer, and I grin. If they want to have fun, then fun they'll get.

"One Bloody Mary please," Poppy says to one of the bartenders. I gulp, I really don't want Poppy wasted. Maybe I'll just drink a bit to get me just a tiny bit buzzed and having fun, but sober enough to watch Poppy.

As Poppy sips on her Bloody Mary, laughing hysterically as Louis shouts and hollers while dancing aggressively on the dance floor, I can't help but feel my heart swell up at how much fun she's having. Her bright blue eyes sparkle in joy as she takes bigger and bigger gulps. I carefully watch her glass, making sure that she drinks slowly.

I pour myself another glass of whiskey and flatten down my suit before joining Louis on the dance floor. Tonight was all about having fun and loosening up. I can be a cool teen, too.

The song 'Beautiful Girls' by Sean Kingston starts playing, and I instantly think back to my senior year of high school when this song came out.

"BEAUTIFUL GIRLS!" Louis sings, tightly grasping his bottle of vodka and swaying his hips from side to side with one hand in the air. Poppy's giggles become louder and louder, and as the song continues to play, I begin to loosen up.

Taking another swig of my whiskey, I ask a bartender to turn the song up. "See it's very divine, girl you're one of a kind but you mush up my mind, you ought to get declined oh lord, my baby's driving me crazyy," I sing along with both Louis and Poppy, taking more drinks of whiskey as I dance around lightly. Poppy then looks at her glass shot with a smirk, and downs it quickly before shaking her head with a sour expression and kicking her high heels off before jumping down to the dance floor with us.

"It was back in '99, watchin' movies all the time, oh when I went away for doing my first crime," Poppy shouts over the music, all three of us dancing and screaming the lyrics.

"And I never thought, that we was gonna see each other," Louis sings, "See each other!" I repeat with a shout, finishing my glass.

As all three of us laugh and mindlessly fill our body with alcohol, more and more throwback songs play and whether it's a good or bad thing, I feel like a teenager again. The more we all drink, the more we sing and dance together like total idiots.

"All the single ladies!" Poppy shouts over the incredibly loud music, climbing on top of the bar island. "If you liked it then you should have put a ring on it, if you liked it then you should've put a ring on it," she dances, swaying her hips to the music.

Louis then takes one more shot of some unknown liquid, and joins Poppys up on the island. "Oh oh oh oh oh oh!"

Too intoxicated to even care, I just laugh hysterically with nothing but dizziness and humor filling my brain. As they dance, I close my eyes and jump around with them, screaming the lyrics as well.

"Cause if you liked it then you should have put a ring on it, If you liked it then you should've put a ring on it!" I sing as loud as I can over the music, my brain becoming fuzzy.

After hours of dancing and screaming old throwback songs, everybody is eventually worn out and too drunk to know what's even knowing on. I suddenly have no idea  where I'm at, or what my name is, but all I know is I have deep feelings for the girl with bright blue eyes across the room right now.

"Mr.Styles, do you need me to order an uber for you?" Jeff, one of my favorite bartenders asks with a worried expression. His face is suddenly blurred, and I've lost my balance. Finding this hilarious, I laugh humorously and grasp onto the island. "The party has just staaaarted though man!" I slur, everything around me spinning. Where is the blue eyed girl?

"Harrrry, my feet hurt!" A feminine voice whines, and suddenly two small hands are wrapped around my torso. Who's Harry?

"What?" I ask, furrowing my eyebrows.

Another voice suddenly speaks up. "Woah, woah, okay, don't freak out, but there is a British guy in here," Louis slurs slowly, pointing to me with a surprised look.

My head pounded as each second passed by. The girl with blue eyes just holds onto me, whining and groaning into my stomach. "Sir, I'll call an uber. Luckily I know your address, and I have some hangover remedies so don't worry."

"Awesome," I speak, suddenly not even remembering who was talking to me. Who is this guy? What the fuck is an Uber?

The same guy leads us all to stools, even though we're all still lightly singing to the music playing and dancing softly.

After a couple of minutes passes by, which seems like hours, the guy leads us to a car and tells the man driving the car an address. That address sounds so familiar. Hey! That's my address!

The girl with blue eyes smiles at me and places her hand in mine, and I feel something warm in my insides. What is even going on?

The boy beside me is already asleep, his mouth wide open as he snores obnoxiously. I don't even care though, I think this girl beside me is a model!

After falling all over the place trying to get into the house, all of us laugh hysterically and go into the living room as we began to take pretty makeup out of the girls purse.

"No, I want that blue color!" The boy whines, letting the girl put sparkly stuff on his eye lids. I sit there, dizzy, laughing for no apparent reason.

"I want pink," I say simply.

The girl nods, placing the blue all over his face before dropping her little brush. "Oops," she slurs.

"Fuck, Poppy, you were supposed to give me a cut crease," the boy says slowly, before the two of them burst out into laughter. Poppy, that name sounds so familiar.

Hey, I know a Poppy! She's really pretty. She has really nice eyes and very soft skin. I want her to be my girlfriend forever. Did I mention she has really pretty eyes?

Wait.... This girl has pretty eyes too. Wait, what? I can't cheat on Poppy. This girl is ugly. Poppy is beautiful.

Rubbing my temples in frustration, I feel more tired and tired as time passes.

"Your turn!" The girl giggles loudly, stumbling over to me with some sort of contraption. It has nice colors though.

"No! I want Poppy," I growl, staring into the girls eyes. She laughs hysterically with the boy, and kisses my lips sloppily.

"I am Poppy!"

Furrowing my eyebrows, I grab her face gently and then gasp. It is Poppy!

"Poppy!" I shout, hugging her tightly. I then kiss her cheeks several times and pull her into my arms before blacking out completely.

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