Double update guys! Make sure you've read twenty nine ;)

Short chapter, but the next chapter will also be up soon, once again haha. Inline comments = updates

Poppy's POV

Waking up to the feeling of the hot, refreshing sunlight on my bare face, I smile in bliss, stretching out my limbs. Right as I begin to yawn, I jump in fear at the sudden sounds of footsteps making their way into my room.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" Two voices say in sync, making me snap my head in that direction with a smile. There stands Louis and Karla, two birthday crowns on their head as they hold a huge, birthday cake in their hands.

As my heart instantly swells up, I get out of bed and give them a toothy smile, looking at the beautiful, pink colored cake. "Aw you guys!" I exclaim, giving them both side hugs, not trying to bump the cake.

Though I'm just wearing my infamous silk pajamas, I begin to lead them into the suite's kitchen so they can put the cake down. But before I can get halfway, they both gasp. "Wait no!" They shout at the same time, making me stop in my tracks. Turning around, I furrow my eyebrows.

"Go into the living room first," Karla says with a huge smile, winking at Louis. I keep my eyebrows furrowed, and slowly make my way into the living area.

What I see instantly makes me gasp, placing my hand over my heart in adoration. There on the little table was a huge bouquet of flowers, with a card on the side, and several wrapped presents surrounding it. Turning around, my eyes begin to fill with tears, "Did Harry do this?" I whisper, looking all around the suite and noticing several balloons, and beautiful decorations everywhere.

They both nod, giving me a small smile. My heart just continues to beat rapidly in my chest, and I can't say that I'm upset at him anymore right now. Walking over to the card, I decide to read it last since it's so long and looks handwritten.

I sit down on the sofa, grabbing the first box. As I do so, Karla and Louis leave, probably knowing this is a time to be alone.

I open the little blue box, and then another box is put into my vision. A beautiful, deep red box with the words Cartier engraved into it. Gasping, I open the box slowly, and my heart melts at the sight. There in the box was a gold love bracelet with several diamonds in it. Instantly picking it up, my eyes shine in adoration. So beautiful.

Placing it on my wrist, I close the box gently and reach for the big, Chanel shopping bag. This is way bigger.

I already own most of Chanel's items though... Oh well, he's so sweet for knowing what my favorite brand was and going out of his way to purchase something from there.

Smiling in content, I place both arms hands into the deep box and grab the item. Once I finally see what it is, my jaw drops.

"No fucking way," I whisper to myself, admiring the beautiful rose gold colored Chanel purse that hasn't even gone on sale yet. This beautiful baby isn't even supposed to go on pre sale until August.

Holding the bag to my chest tightly, I let out a small, excited squeal, and plant one gentle kiss on the beautiful bag.

Though I'm already content with the gifts, I notice a rather large, rectangular cardboard box with a silk, baby blue ribbon on it. Furrowing my eyebrows. I walk over to the box and gently begin to take whatever is in there out of the box.

As I lift it up and out of the box, it's a little big so I place it on the sofa and unwrap it gently. A painting?

Getting to the last layer of bubble wrap, I now notice, it's not just any painting. Oh my god, I can't even explain how I'm feeling right now.

My heart feels like it's going to fall out of my stomach. He didn't..

Grasping the beautiful, Angel painting I had fallen in love with at the museum I went with Harry to, I feel tears prick my eyes. He did.

As my eyes roam around the breathtaking painting, I am at loss for words. Harry really purchased this no doubt expensive painting. He remembered. How the hell did he manage to get the painting, anyway?

I'm not really complaining though.

Placing the painting down with a loving sigh, I instantly go back to the letter.

Dear Poppy,
If you're reading this, you've gotten my gifts, which means it's your birthday. You're seventeen, wow. This is all so.. I don't know how to word it. Poppy Winsley, I've had the utmost privilege of seeing you grow up. From an adorable but deadly preteen, to a gorgeous, mature, strong woman, it's been my pleasure to see you prosper with my very own eyes. I remember the day I met you. You weren't kind to me, we both know that, but you had this glint in your eyes that you have to this day. Power, strength, persistence. I've always admired that about you. We never got along back then, no doubt, but I always knew you would grow up to be who you are today. I always knew you'd be something great. And you are, Poppy, you are great. You're getting older, wiser. You've always had a childish, yet mature-like soul. It's admirable, how you can be so playful, so sweet and caring, yet so serious, mature, menacing. You have control, you know who you are. Never forget that, Poppy. You may be small, but your strength isn't. You have the world in the palm of your dainty hands. Just like you have my heart. And you always will. So happy birthday to you, the girl of my dreams. It's your time to shine, as you always have.

Love,

Harry

Finishing the letter with tears streaming down my face, I smile lightly.

As I begin to re read the beautiful, heartfelt words, the sound of somebody clearing their throat startles me, making me nearly jump out of my skin. Once I turn around with a thudding heart, my eyes widen at what's, more like who, is standing in front of me.

"So, did you like the gifts?"

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