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Poppy's POV

POPPY WINSLEY - BIRTHDAY GIRL REUNITED WITH HARRY STYLES?

Happy birthday to our favorite It Girl!

POPPY WINSLEY AND HARRY STYLES TOGETHER AGAIN?

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POPPY WINSLEYS EXTRAVAGANT BIRTHDAY PARTY : THE GUEST LIST

Happy Birthday Poppy Winsley!

I roll my eyes at all of the articles flooding in. My birthday was yesterday, but since my party is today, the media is still celebrating it I guess.

"They love the drama that's going on between you and Harry," Sam, my personal hair and makeup stylist mutters, smoothing out a piece of my hair from behind me.

I just shake my head gently. It's crazy how they know every single thing that's going on in my life. I know it's their job, but it's still so hard to comprehend.

As Sam continues to work on my hair, I prop my feet up and stare at myself through the large mirror. My life is like a movie screen for them.

Sighing, I shut my phone off and close my eyes, sitting back and relaxing as Sam works on my hair for my party tonight.

"How have my parents not found out yet? They don't even ask me about it," I think out loud, watching as Sam focuses intently on her work.

She merely sighs, pausing for a moment to look at me through the mirror. "Poppy, they're too busy in Paris to pay attention, and besides, they knew there'd be rumors most likely, they're the ones who asked him to babysit you, the media of course flips and turns everything."

I nod as her words sink in deep. This is all so true. Maybe they do see the tabloids, maybe they see the social medias flooding with fan accounts and HD photos of us. But maybe they just don't care.

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Once my hair and makeup is finished, I step into my stilettos and begin to make my grand entrance. I step slowly down the decorated staircase, everybody suddenly cheering and clapping, flash nearly blinding my vision. I smile from ear to ear at everybody's excitement, reaching the last step and beginning to greet my guests.

As I say hello to everybody, I grow hungry. Truthfully, all I want to do is stuff my face right now. My party my food, I can do what I want.

While laughter, chatting, and today's pop music fills the air, I myself grin and laugh along with the Hadid sisters, biting into a small snack.

They're really sweet girls, even prettier in person if that's even possible. Also, I've seen Gigi eye Zayn all night, I might have to work my match maker magic.

"I really love your dress Poppy, where'd you get it?" Bella asks, taking a sip of her champagne. Looking down, I pat down my glimmering, crystallized dress with a smile.

"It was custom made by Gucci," I tell her, I myself obsessed with this beautiful dress. It couldn't be more beautiful.

Both of the sisters nod, staring down at the dress with adoration. "It's gorgeous," Gigi tells me wholeheartedly. I just smile thankfully, knowing that this dress could easily pay for somebody's college tuition. I usually don't pay this much for a dress, but what can I say! It's my birthday, and it was custom made by my favorite brand.

After tying up my conversation with the two insanely gorgeous sisters, I spot Harry laughing along with Zayn in the corner of my eye. Smirking, I tilt my head up and make my way towards him.

"Hey beautiful," he greets me, his eyes roaming my body. I snake my arm around his waist and give him a kiss on the cheek. "Hello handsome."

I can't help but notice Zayn watching with a sad smile, taking a sip of his whiskey. Pulling away from Harry momentarily, I lean in to whisper to Zayn's ear. "Gigi Hadid has been eyeing you all night, go talk to her." I pull away, his eyes instantly lighting up.

"Really?" He breathes out, his eyes instantly searching for her in the semi-crowded room. I just smirk, feeling my body tingle in achievement.

"Don't keep her waiting, Zayn," I sing, tapping on my wrist covered in jewelry.

He smiles at me excitedly, giving me and Harry a small hug before darting off. Harry and I laugh at him, but how can he say no to an offer like that?

"Come on, we're just about to cut the cake!" I squeal, grabbing Harry's wrist and dragging him to the humongous cake.

"NOW LETS ALL WISH A VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THIS LOVELY DIME!" A voice suddenly shouts, making everybody go wild and scream a chorus of 'Happy Birthdays'.

I furrow my eyebrows with a smile, following the voice with my eyes. When I suddenly come to view with the voice, I laugh. There stands Niall, on top of a stool, holding up a banner that says, Happy Birthday Poppy!

I can't hold back my laughter, walking over to Niall and giving him a big hug. "Happy birthday Winsley!" He shouts, his baby blue eyes sparkling in joy. I chuckle, he's so positive.

"Thank y-"

"By the way, there's forty bottles of booze in your bedroom," he whispers suddenly in my ear, sending me a sly wink afterwards. Forty? Jesus Niall.

"Oh, thanks," I laugh. And with that, it's time to blow out my candles.

As everybody surrounds me, all singing happy birthday and recording this glorious moment, my cheeks burn as I smile from ear to ear.

"...Happy birthday to you!!" Everybody cheers. As I blow out my candles, everybody claps and hollers, making me giggle. This has been such a nice party. It wasn't batshit crazy like last year thank god.

As I cut the first piece of cake for myself, I can't help but let my mind roam. This party is much more mature. Not many people are drunk, and this time, they're all good friends of mine, not just random celebrities that I knew would bring good media. It's so much more relaxed, and easygoing. Last years party was fun don't get me wrong, but this year I can tell my maturity has gotten better.

And dear god, I spoke too soon,

"Poppy, what a great party."

I instantly feel my eyes roll back to the back of my skull. Amanda.

Keeping my cool, I smile bitchily. "It is, isn't it?" I furrow my eyebrows, "Although, I may need better security because I don't recall your name being on the guest list!" I fake laugh hysterically, placing a hand on my chest.

Amanda smiles, her dark red lipgloss shining. She places a hand on her hip, making her already short red dress rise up. I roll my eyes. "Easy, I told them I was Kendall Jenner and they let me right in."

Dammit, this bitch really does resemble Kendall Jenner.

I narrow my eyes. "Don't kid yourself babe, Kendall's much prettier," I chuckle. Amanda glares, her fake eyelashes looking like they're about to pop off. Geez girl, with all that makeup you should really buy better eyelash glue.

"Security!" I yell out, stomping a foot on the ground. Immediately, two large men rush to my side, and Amanda immediately widens her eyes, her jaw dropping. That's right you bitch, this is my party and I won't allow you to ruin it.

"Somebody made the foolish mistake of letting this girl in, please escort her out," I say kindly, smiling at one of the men, patting his shoulder gently before walking away with a smirk.

Before I completely leave the room, I turn around midway to see them grasping her arm. "Oh and- please let the real Kendall Jenner in. That poor thing was mistaken to be her," I sadly say. Everybody in the room begins to laugh, some even gasping. "Carry on."

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