^^Poppy and Harry aw

I've officially cast Poppy as Taylor Hill :) but with lighter eyes.

I'm so sorry that I haven't been updating, I really love this book and I love to read the comments and see all the support but I really am busy nowadays and I have a social life that I need to maintain.

I've been completely swamped this entire summer and there's hardly any days that I'm at my house. Truly sorry for slow updates, but my personal life has to come first in these situations.

Sorry for the inconvenience, it's just hard for me to juggle around family, friends, events, and such. I don't have much free time, truly sorry.

I hope you're all having a wonderful summer so far and I hope only good things come your way.

Kisses,
M

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P O P P Y

As Harry and I sneakily make our way back downstairs and to the group, I can't help but find myself still blushing at our earlier actions. I have kissed boys of course, but gone that far? Never.

You can call me what you want, a prude, whatever. I see it as I'm simply too good for the childish, immature boys I've met. None of them have caught my eye, not one has truly gotten me to feel emotions. That was all until I met Harry, of course.

Smiling at my thoughts, I lick my swollen lips and inhale sharply as we go down the modern staircase made out of glass. It's a nice contrast to the dark walls and leather furniture.

As we meet the rest of the group, they give us knowingly looks and I can't help but blush once again. Harry just winks at me, his plump lips forming into a smirk. We then make our way to the living room where everybody is seated.

"This couch isn't very comfortable, Hare Bear," I hear Niall groan as he plops he feet up onto the armrest. Harry gasps, giving Niall a deadly look.

"Niall James Horan, I swear to god you better treat my $10,000 sofa with the utmost care or I will not hesitate to snap your neck," Harry hisses, Niall's bright blue eyes growing wide. After a couple moments, Harry licks his lips and looks away with a murmur, "It's designer."

My jaw drops, and I can't help but let out a small giggle. Niall just hops off of the couch and takes a seat on the rug.

"Anyway, Harry you were telling me you had a movie room, where is that?" I ask, breaking the silence. Harry then leads us to a very large room with a TV the size of a wall and about two rows of very comfortable looking chairs in front of it. There's two popcorn makers, a counter full of all kinds of candy, and blankets stacked neatly on top of a shelf which had a couple remotes and a silver Mac laptop.

"Wow Harry, this is amazing!" Emily's annoying voice speaks, making me instantly roll my eyes and place a hand on my hip. If it were my choice, she would've been out of here and on her way to China by now.

What? She's annoying.

Harry ignores her and instantly begins to pop some popcorn, and telling the boys to help themselves with the candy. They all fight for the couple boxes of skittles, and I just laugh.

"What movie are we going to watch?" Liam asks, walking over to the laptop and wiggling the mouse. Netflix instantly pops up, and Liam begins to scroll.

"A scary movie!" Zayn immediately shouts, also walking over to the laptop, which had a screen connected to the large tv, which made the boys every move on the laptop appear on the tv screen.

"I'm not looking to piss myself today, chap," Niall laughs, placing a hand on Zayn's shoulder. 

I now take the time to realize how different, yet similar they all are. Liam is definitely the most mature of the group, Niall is the silly, goofy one, Zayn is the mysterious one who barely talks, and Harry is basically their leader. The strong, independent yet outgoing one, who really puts the group together nicely.

Though Harry is very caring and sweet, he has this aura around him that just screams strength. He has this electric vibe about him, a magnetic feel almost. I don't know why I feel so connected to him, just like I don't know why I can never get enough, but I don't think that's something I'll ever figure out.

When I'm with him I feel.. Safe. He makes me feel like no matter what, I can trust him. It's like he could never hurt me, like he could never do something to hurt me.

Though being around him makes me comfortable, he challenges me. He makes me question myself, question my actions, something I never do. He brings out a side of me I didn't expect anybody to ever see.

As I slowly bring myself back into reality and out of my lingering thoughts, I realize the movie has indeed started, and Harry's in the second row waiting for me with an eager look. I smile at his goofy facial expression, and make my way over to him.

The lights suddenly turn off, and everybody finds their seat quickly. Liam is seated next to Emily in the front row, with Zayn beside her and Niall beside Harry. Niall has a blanket tightly wrapped around him, only his face able to be seen.

As I sit in the same seat as Harry, since these dark red seats are rather large, he pulls a blanket over our laps and grabs the bowl of popcorn. Niall immediately takes a handful out of the bowl and brings it up to his already frightened face.

I shake my head, and inhale deeply as the words 'The Babadook' pop up on the screen in large letters. I'm not a big fan of scary movies, so I tightly grab Harry's hand and place my head in his shoulder.

A couple minutes into the movie, Niall has stolen the bowl of popcorn from us and Harry gently rubs circles into the front of my hand. I smile, my head still slumped on his shoulder.

After many shouts of terror and pop ups, my face is shoved in Harry's muscular arm as my arms tightly grasp it in fear. I can hear him slightly chuckle before he brings a large hand over to my knee. He slowly rubs up and down soothingly, and I can't help but feel an odd burning sensation, and my heart thumping loudly in my chest.

He continues to slowly rub, getting closer and closer to my inner thigh. As his hand roams on the insides of my thigh, I feel the sudden urge to moan at the pleasurable feeling.

Midway into the movie, his hand continues its teasing torture and stops right over my panties. I lick my lips in want, slowly biting down. He looks at me as if asking for permission, but I shake my head and place his hand back in his lap.

He doesn't look bummed, he just smiles and nods before placing his hand back in mine.

Though I wanted him to touch me very badly, I knew it wouldn't be such a good idea with so many people in the same room, especially since being with him is illegal, and I wouldn't want him to get in trouble. They are very chill guys, but it's not a risk I want to take.

Also, we could just continue things later on, privately. For now I just want to relax and watch the movie. My heart continues to swell in my chest as I realize Harry wasn't at all upset at me for denying his request. A true gentleman.

Once the movie is over, and Harry has a few claw marks in his arm, everyone stands up and Harry leads us to the balcony, which is very large, and has a couple of chairs for us to sit in.

We all make our way to the railing, the breezy summer air hitting our skin. All of us look out at the amazing view, and sigh in admiration.

After that, we all take our seats and everybody begins to talk about memories from their teenage years. Hearing about Harry when he was my age truly is funny. He was so.. Immature.

They had fun though, with many fun memories it seems. I would love to have a group of friends like them. But sadly, everybody annoys me and my friends are all fake snobs. Harry is the only friend I need, I'm sure.

"So what do you guys do as a career?" I ask, a smile still on my face from Harry's little story about how he skinny dipped in his neighbors pool with Niall.

Liam is the first to speak, "I'm a lawyer, in fact, one of the best in California." He smiles proudly, and I nod in satisfaction. Not bad, not bad.

Niall is next. "Well I own a bar, and it's doing pretty well so once you are old enough come over for a drink!" He smiles brightly, and I nod, smiling back at him kindly.

We all look over at Zayn, but he just looks at his lap with a frown. My eyebrows furrow in confusion, what's wrong? "Well I-" We all wait for his response kindly. "I am an aspiring male model, but the model industry is tough sometimes and there's hardly any jobs during this time-"

I interrupt him, my eyes lighting up in delight. "You could model for my parents fashion line!" I say, loving the idea. They do need more models, and a fresh, handsome face will make their clothing line bloom, though it's already a popular line.

Zayn parts his mouth in shock, and Harry's hand softly pats my thigh as he gives me a grateful smile. I just nod eagerly and pull out my phone quickly. "Poppy I couldn't ask you to do-"

"Oh come on! You're perfect for their line, let's take some tester shots!" I suggest, clicking my 'camera' button. Zayn's eyes are wide, and I can tell he's at loss for words.

"Poppy thank you so much, are you serious? I- wow, thank you so much this is huge!" He breathes, smiling brightly. I just shrug. He's a friend of Harry's, he deserves it.

"Stand over here," I direct, pointing over to the corner of the railing. He does as he's told, and I hear all of the other boys celebrate loudly and pat me on the back. Really, it's not a big deal. I'd love to help out Zayn. He has perfect features to be a model.

Zayn stands in the corner, and I place his hands on either side of the railing, slightly fixing his hair and clothes. He's wearing a white tee shirt, a black motorcycle jacket, black skinny jeans, and simple black boots. Perfect.

As he stands, I tell him to look off in the distance and he does so. He looks amazing, the background making him truly stand out and look handsome. I snap a couple shots, moving around to get a better angle. After that pose, I tell him to sit down on a chair, and I tell Niall to say something funny. I snap a photo of Zayn laughing, staring off into the distance as the sunlight shines over his face.

Smiling to myself, I feel amazingly proud. My parents will be ecstatic that I've found a fresh face ; Zayn Malik, aspiring male model.

We go all around the house and even to the pool as I take more pictures. I'm no photographer, and my phone may just be an iPhone, but I have been a couple shoots, and I'm pretty confident in my work.

After about two hours, we're done taking pictures, and we're back outside eating hamburgers and hotdogs again, laughing mindlessly.

"Poppy, thank you so much you have no idea how much this means to me," Zayn rambles, looking directly into my eyes. His hazel eyes sure are beautiful, he's going to be a great model.

I smile, placing a hand on his arm softly. "Really, it's not a big deal, I see potential in you."

He smiles back sincerely, and we all continue to chat about random things. As Harry and Liam talk about work, I scroll through the many pictures and smile in satisfaction. These look amazing.

Throughout the day, I took many pictures of everyone, not just Zayn, and they do look pretty amazing. All of these boys could be male models for fucks sake, how could a group of people be so gorgeous?

I look through the photos while they talk, and favorite the ones I like the most. I then crop a few, and just edit a bit, and finally, I send them to my parents.

To : Mom, Dad
Attachment ; 30 photos

I think I've found a new model for your clothing line. You've been talking about wanting a handsome fresh face, I've found him. His name is Zayn Malik, he's 23, and is a close friend of Harry. I really see potential in him, please consider this. Give me a call whenever you can, love and miss you both, and by the way, I loved the new fabrics you sent yesterday! :) ❤️

After pressing send, I smile to myself and sigh, placing my phone in my pocket and joining their conversation.

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Filler chapter just to keep you guys happy :-)

Again, sorry for the late updates, I know I usually update super quickly but I've been VERY busy this summer and the only time I'm home is like after 12 PM lol.

But how do you feel about Poppy doing this for Zayn? I think it's super sweet. Be prepared for some model Zayn ;)

Also, you guys will be introduced to Louis VERY soon. ;)