"Poppy?" I whisper out, broken-hearted at her state. She just looks down, letting out a small cry. My heart instantly clenches for her. I immediately walk over to her, holding her small body in my arms.

"Baby what's wrong?" I ask her, feeling her body heave violently.

"Th-they know," she splutters out. My heart instantly drops. She can't possibly be talking about what I think she's talking about.

"What? Who? What happened Poppy?" My urged words fly out of my mouth at lightning speed, my heart feels like it's going to fly out of my chest.

She whines loudly before speaking, "My parents, they know about us, they just called me, they were so angry Harry!" She exclaims, wrapping her fingers tightly around my soaked shirt.

I feel like my heart dropped to the ground. I'm speechless. I can practically feel the whole world around me spin uncontrollably, is this a dream? This has to be some sick nightmare...

I blink a few times, "What did they say? How did they find out?" I ask her quietly. She pulls away from me, and paces around the room. I'm unable to do anything but watch as my heart beats in my throat.

"They connected the dots, somehow paparazzi got pictures of us kissing, and, and," she hiccups, her voice cracking dramatically. I widen my eyes at her shaken up state, and walk over to her immediately to caress her.

To my surprise, she pushes me away.

"They'll be home in a few hours," she whispers.

I'm in complete and utter shock. I don't know what to be more worried about - my job, my relationship, my reputation..

All I can do is..cry.

The tears slide down my cheeks involuntarily. Why didn't they tell me? Did they want to surprise me? Are they planning on ruining my life, sending me to jail? Oh no...

I shake my head at the possibilities, the number one thing I care about at the moment is me and Poppy.

"What do we do?" I ask, broken-hearted. She just shakes her head, removing her top. I furrow my eyebrows.

"Make love to me," she says confidently, her voice hoarse. I immediately back away.

"Poppy, at a time like this, you want to have sex?" I ask, bewildered. She looks up at me with her big, innocent, doe eyes and I try not to melt. But I can't take advantage of her like this, and I can't be having sex with her right now.

"It'll be the last time we ever will," she sighs out, covering her face with her hands. I blink.

I feel my chest burn as I think about what she has just said. The last time we have sex, meaning the last time we will be together. She wants to break up.

My eyes water almost instantly, not again. Why is this happening again?

"Baby," I cry out pathetically, dropping to my knees in front of her. She jumps at the sudden movement. "Please, please no, I need you, we can make things work." I sob, letting my pride go completely. I love her. I can't lose her again. It'll ruin me.

Tears slide down Poppy's face as she stares at me numbly. "They're going to keep us away from each other either way, they were so mad..there is no way they would even let me be around you ever again.." she says quietly.

So I stand up, and I blink my tears away, although the tightening of my chest won't go away. "Then we lie, say you're done with me and you promise to never see me again. I'll find a way to see you without them finding out." I'll be damned if I lose my girl again.

Poppy is quiet for a moment before speaking, "I can say that we liked each other, but things got weird and we called it quits."

I nod. "Tell them that we are just good friends now, and nothing sexual happened except kissing."

Poppy just smiles. "We'll fake a breakup."

So that's exactly what we do.

After a few hours, I return to my home and pack my suitcases. A trip somewhere will be useful at a time like this, and it'll get not only Poppy's parents, but the paparazzi off my back. They'll think Poppy and I are done forever. But my definition of forever with Poppy is completely different.

I'll disappear for a while, enough time to let everything blow over. The media will be convinced Poppy and I are done for good. We even decided she would get a fake boyfriend, one her age.

Dating a manipulative, conniving, scheming, teenage girl has its perks.

The day Poppy's parents come, Poppy and I are forced to sit in a room with them and explain every single thing from start to finish. Our lie works. They buy it, and threaten to take things to the law if I don't stay out of her life. I comply, and wish the family the best.

They say they still see me as a son, but will need time to heal from such a tragic occurrence like this, meaning they will no longer help me with anything business. They also tell me if I had done anything sexual with her, they would've turned me in.

What they don't know won't hurt them.

My relationship with the Winsley's is ruined beyond repair. But it's the baby Winsley that I care about.

So I get on my private plane, in attempt to save the love affair I have with the teenage brat.

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