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"That monkey kind of looks like you," Poppy hums, staring up at a small monkey swinging all over a tree.  I grin, shaking my head.

"That pile of monkey shit kind of looks like you," I retort, smirking at her.

"Yuck!" She exclaims, softly hitting me in the arm with a toothy smile. I just grin.

After Poppy and I look at, pet, hold, and feed several animals, we are exhausted from the amount of walking and heat beating down on our skin. Jesus California, give me a fucking break.

I can already tell Poppy is a bit sunburnt, but has gotten a tan as well. For me, I'm sure I've gotten a tan. I tan pretty easily. It's no surprise that Poppy and I are pretty dark, we do live in California.

"Can we please go look at the polar bears? Please," Poppy begs, looking up at me with those infamous puppy dog eyes. I struggle not to give in.

"Poppy, it's really hot out here and-"

"Please, Harry," she whimpers, batting her eyelashes. She sticks her bottom lip out and gives me adorable, pleading eyes.

I stare at her for a couple moments and sigh, giving in. She's too damn cute, and these animals make her too damn happy.

"Okay, fine."

She cheers in happiness, and hugs my arm tightly before looking at her pamphlet and finding the polar bears.

After searching for quite a while, we finally find a little indoor place with glass tanks full of water. There light is dim, and there's cool air conditioning that feels really nice.

"Oh my god look!" Poppy points, grabbing my hand. I look down with tingles going through my hand and up my arm.

She points to two beautiful polar bears swimming underwater, coming near the glass which we we are currently standing right in front of. They are very gorgeous animals, but they do belong out in the wild.

As she holds my hand, I can't help but let my mind wander as to why the hell I'm feeling this way. I am a mature, successful twenty three year old, a handsome one at that, I just simply cannot be catching feelings for a sixteen year old child. There's no way in hell.

There's no way I am developing feelings for a teenager, a teenage girl that is the daughter of two of my very close and trusted business partners. I am far too mature and smart to do that. It's wrong, completely wrong.

But.. Is it possible?

Shaking my head, I just look down at our hands once more before returning my gaze to the majestic animals. Poppy is completely in her own little world, and presses her nose and hands against the glass with a smile.

I smile at her, and start to look around the place. There are many things, but one thing catches my eye. There is a big, stuffed polar bear. Poppy would love that. I remember her having a couple stuffed animals in her bedroom, on her window sill.

"Poppy, come here," I say, gently pulling her towards me. She just looks at me with a sad expression and I try not to swoon.

"Do you want a stuffed polar bear?"

Poppy just nods, smiling at my suggestion. "Well I'm not five, but I do like to collect stuffed animals." She tries to hide the blush on her cheeks but I think it's adorable.

"Okay, they have a lot of other stuffed animals here, do you also want a tiger, a giraffe, a lemur?" I ask, and she looks up at the animals with a smile.

"I can pay, you know," Poppy laughs. And I believe her. If she wanted, she could most likely buy the damn zoo.

"Let me pay, I'm the one who's taking care of you." I wink, and she just rolls her eyes.

"Can I get that stuffed lemur, and that stuffed polar bear right there," I say to the teenager behind the cash register. She nods with a bright smile and hands me the two stuffed animals. I give them to Poppy and she beams in happiness.

"Here you go," I give the smiling teenager a one hundred dollar bill. "Keep the cash." I don't feel like waiting for her to give me my extra money. Plus, those stuffed animals are expensive. Oh well, it's a zoo, with merchandise, what do you expect?

"Thank you Harry," Poppy says while she holds the two stuffed animals. I take out my phone and tell her to smile. The sight is too damn cute.

"Send that to me," Poppy laughs. And I smile with a nod before looking through my previous messages trying to find her name and our conversation.

After I send the picture, we finish looking at the polar bears and get in the car to head back home.

I look at my watch, and see that it is 6:34 PM, the perfect time to change into comfier clothes and head to the pier. On the pier that I usually go to, it has a small carnival that you can go to before swimming in the ocean. It would be a nice place to take Poppy.

As we get back to her place, I tell her to change into a swimming suit and something comfortable, and I go into the guest bedroom to change into different swimming trunks. Not the yellow ones, of course.

After I finish putting on some black bottoms, I put on a Nirvana muscle tee and some sunglasses. I walk up the stairs and knock on Poppy's door, which she opens moments after.

She's wearing a black, strappy looking bikini, and I can't help but notice our swimming suits are matching. We look at each other's swimming suits and laugh.

She walks over to her massive walk in closet, and grabs a loose, white tee shirt with a knot on the bottom, and high waisted jean shorts. She simply puts that over the outfit and grabs strapped sandals before we go. She takes her hair down out of her bun and it flawlessly cascades down her shoulders.

I wonder how she never looks less than perfect. It honestly is just surprising how she can be so pretty without doing anything.

"Alright let's go," she says, snapping me out of my thoughts, and we are out the door and on our way to the pier.

Once we get there, it's completely dark and a bit chilly, but nothing too bad. Poppy and I immediately go to a large, scary looking roller coaster, and she clings onto me for dear life.

After a couple of rides, I feel like there might be some claw marks on my arms. But that's alright, at least we both had a fun time.

"Oh my god let's go play that!" Poppy squeals, running over to a water gun stand with many stuffed animals surrounding it.

We each get our own plastic gun, and we try our absolute hardest to shoot the targets. Poppy laughs melodically, and I smile at the sound.

As we play, I keep wiggling my eyebrows at her, knowing I'm winning and she's losing by far. She just sticks her tongue out and flips me off, her determination increased.

Once the game is over, I win a penguin nearly the size of Poppy, and two threaded bracelets. She pouts, knowing she lost and got nothing, so I give her the penguin and the black bracelet. I get the green one.

After playing a couple more games and winning more prizes, we finally make it to the Ferris wheel. My decision, of course.

"I hate the Ferris wheel," Poppy groans as we stand in the fairly long line. It's getting quite dark now, and the air is a bit humid. I look around, checking out our surroundings. As I turn around, I notice Poppy isn't alone anymore.

"Um." I see that she no longer has her attention on the Ferris wheel, but a blonde boy with a blue polo, khaki shorts, and sperrys. His whole appearance screams rich fuckboy whos daddy will sue you if you step on their shoe.

And I know because I used to be one of those boys. But that's besides the point, I'm grown now.

Poppy stands there, looking very unamused, a scowl overtaking her pretty face and her small hands on her hips. I can see he looks upset, and is trying to communicate with her very frustratedly, his tanned arms moving everywhere for expression.

I decide to step in with furrowed eyebrows and confusion pumping through my veins. "What is going on here Poppy?"

Poppy's head quickly turns to me, and the anger is evident in her eyes. The boy also turns to face me, and I want to groan in annoyance. The fucking kid looks like some model for some teen clothing line.

"Harry-

"Who the hell is he?" Blondie spits, glaring at me. Poppy rolls her eyes and steps closer to me.

"This is Harry, my boyfriend." Poppy smirks. My jaw nearly drops, but she gives me a warningly look, so I decide to play along.

"Yeah, and who the hell are you?" I spit. Poppy just smirks and turns to face him.

The boy raises his eyebrows in surprise, and then looks from Poppy to me with a scowl. "Didn't know you had a thing for older men." He gives me a disgusted look.

For fucks sake kid, I'm only twenty three.

"Didn't know you had a thing for sluts," Poppy retorts, "but your current girlfriend states otherwise."

"Listen here you," he begins, but I take a step closer to him with an intimidating look.

"No you listen here, Abercrombie," I spit, "Nobody gives two shits about you or what you want. Poppy clearly isn't happy conversing with you, so if you could leave so me and my girlfriend could peacefully enjoy the Ferris wheel, it would be greatly appreciated. Bye!" 

Poppy giggles, a hand over mouth as she leans into my side. I gulp, surprised at my own words.

The blonde boy just stares at me with a deadly look, before coldly laughing and shaking his head. "Whatever, good luck with her, she doesn't put out anyway."

My anger only increases at this, and the only thing keeping me from beating the shit out of him is Poppy's tight grip on my arm and the people surrounding us. I can't ruin this perfect day.

"Oh I don't put out? Is that why Harry here has claw marks on his back from last night?" Poppy laughs, winking at me before turning to face the angered boy with a smirk.

Even though I know she's just trying to make him mad, I can't help but feel heat rise to my cheeks from imagining that scenario come to life.

"Whatever, slut, doesn't change the fact that you're just some bitchy cunt with mommy and daddy issues," he seethes before walking away.

Poppy just shakes her head and rubs her forehead. "God, I'm sorry about that Harry, that was-"

"Your ex?" I finish for her, laughing. Poppy just nods with flushed cheeks and a smile.

"Complete idiot, I know. But thanks for saving my ass," she laughs. I just smile and shrug. "It was a fun experience."

"So uh, how about we just go swimming?"

I smile at her suggestion and just nod before we make our way to the ocean with fits of laughter.

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