Poppy's true Brat self is coming out to play in this chapter ;)

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P O P P Y

Sitting in the comfortable salon chair with my nails under the drying machine with the girls, I close my eyes and sigh deeply. It's been a long day, I miss Harry.

"Poppy, do you think light pink was the right color for me?" Lola speaks up, her big blue eyes shining in fear. I then looked over to where her nails were, and arch a brow.

"Lola, I've told you many times the color goes well with your skin shade, please stop pestering me," I hiss before looking down at my own white, oval shaped fake nails. God, Lola acts like she needs my approval for everything.

Amanda then speaks up. "So Poppy, what are we doing next?" She smirks before giving Lola a death glare, then turning to give me a smile.

I roll my eyes. "Shopping, Afterwards we will go out to eat and then go back to my place." This wasn't a question, it was a demand. These girls have done nothing but use me for status, I will treat them however I see fit.

Why am I still friends with them you may ask? Well. Company. Sure I could just call up some of my celebrity friends, but that is too much work, too much publicity. Besides, these girls do everything I say, and follow me like a lost puppy. It's nice having company with girls who treat you like a Queen.

"Oh I- I have to be home early though, my mother-" Lola starts, but I cut her off.

"Shame," I interrupt, giving her a fake, sincere look. I furrow my eyebrows, my painted red lips turning up into a devious smile. "You can call and tell her you have plans."

Lola's lips part, and I can see the other girls smirking among themselves. I just shrug. I can be a total bitch whenever I feel like it. Basically the only time I'm kind to people is when Harry's around.

"I-I guess I can reschedule dinner," she nods rapidly, grabbing her phone even though her nails aren't finished drying. I smile, sighing deeply.

Once our nails are finished drying and we pay, we all get back into the Jeep. Placing my sunglasses over my eyes, I smile in satisfaction, driving to the premium outlet mall.

On the drive there, the girls obnoxiously converse among themselves, making me just roll my eyes and continue to drive. As I search for a place to park, Amanda asks me the question I've been avoiding all day,

"So, Poppy, we heard that you're dating Harry Styles," she says slowly, making my stomach drop. I decide not to show them that I'm panicked, and I purse my lips. "The Harry Styles? You're such a lucky girl."

"We are not dating, just close friends. Where did you hear that nonsense?" I shakily laugh, pulling the key out of the ignition. I have no interest in discussing my love life with nosy little mutts.

"Poppy," Lola giggles, "it's all over the Internet."

My heart drops, and I harshly gulp as I speed up my pace. In the corner of my eye I see the Chanel store, so I quickly turn in that direction, making the girls speed walk to catch up with me. I knew that eventually people would spread rumors, but I haven't been on my phone that much to see just how much they were saying and what they were saying.

"Poppy, slow down!" Amanda screeches, her heels clicking against the pavement. I roll my eyes.

"So is it true?" Lola asks again, her high pitched voice irritating me to the absolute max. I am ready to smack those freckles off of her.

I just inhale deeply, and lick my matte lipstick covered lips. "We are not dating, as I've previously stated," I snap, my blood boiling. "Besides, that's illegal." I add, even though I don't really give a shit.

Once we enter the store, the air conditioning hits me and I sigh in bliss. The blissful feeling is soon ruined once Amanda speaks up once again,

"Who cares? Everybody is talking about how you two are the it couple, 'the socialite dating the big millionaire CEO'," she smiles, showing me a picture of Harry and I. I narrow my eyes at the phone in her hand, and decide to ignore her, even though she continues speaking. "Honestly, I think they forget you're sixteen and he's twenty three."

For the first time today, Claire speaks, "Or they don't care."

I just shrug, walking around the store and looking around at all of the bags and shoes I already have. How boring.

"It's illegal, Claire, at least people care," Amanda spits. I glare at her. "We are not dating."

"Oh who cares anyway? It's legal to date him, just not have sex with him," she laughs along with the other girls who are agreeing.

"Which won't be a problem for you," she adds with a light laugh, making me instantly put down the dark brown bag in my hand with anger running through my veins. I snap my head in her direction, and clench my fists. "And what the hell is that supposed to mean?"

Lola and Claire are nowhere to be seen, but Amanda stays where she is, admiring a long red dress. "Oh, nothing, you're just not.. Sexually active." She raises her eyebrows and shrugs.

My mouth parts in shock. "And how is that a bad thing?"

"It's not, just maybe for a grown man that attractive," she smirks, referring to Harry. I narrow my eyes at her, my heart beginning to drop. Am I really not enough for him? "Don't take it personally Poppy, you know you're hot, but men need sex, and If you're not giving it to him, somebody else will."

My heart drops even further if that's even possible, and I have to blink away the tears in my eyes. I decide to step away from Amanda, snatching the purse I was eyeing and taking it to the register.

With a lump in my throat, I hand the lady my debit card and begin to think about everything. Harry and I have fooled around sure, but sex, even oral? No. And it's true, we aren't dating, so he could be getting another girl to fulfill his needs.

But Harry wouldn't do that, would he? We're sort of.. Dating? I don't even know what we are, but I'd assume that he'd be loyal to me..

But we never made it official, and he still is a man who has needs.

But he also wouldn't do that to me. Harry isn't like that. And I'm Poppy Winsley for fucks sake. Why would he need anybody else?

"Enjoy, Poppy," the lady behind the register suddenly says with a smile, making me jump in fright. I'm not surprised she knows my name, I'm just shocked that I allowed myself to zone out like that.

"Thank you," I reply below a whisper, not trusting my voice. I grab the items and smile, not even taking the time to find the girls before rushing to the Jeep.

I place the bag in the passenger seat and lightly bang my head against the steering wheel. Though my confidence is high, Amanda's words won't stop replaying in my mind.

Inhaling, I shake my head. Why am I listening to some idiot? She's just trying to get on my nerves. I don't need this. I don't need stress when I have an upcoming brunch to plan and host. I have to fill my mother and fathers shoes for their annual brunch, so I need to be focused.

Speaking of my parents, I blink away the pathetic tears in my eyes and grab my iPhone.

Putting my mother on speaker phone while it rings, I place the key into the ignition and make my way to Benny's, the restaurant Harry took me to when we just met. The girls can find their own ride home.

"Poppy!" Mothers voice beams through the phone, making my face instantly light up. "How are you dear?"

"Things are good mom, just going to grab a bite to eat and then heading home to plan the brunch," I reply, feeling content. I haven't talked to my mother on the phone for a couple of days.

"That's good, is Harry in the car with you? How're things with him? Are you two getting along?"

I smirk. We sure are getting along.

"He's not in the car but-"

"Poppy Winsley!" I hear my father in the background, "you know you have to have somebody over twenty one in the passenger seat at all times until you get your license!" He scolds, making me shrug.

"Oops?"

"Whatever, how are things with Harry?"

I smile at the thought of him. "Things are good, he's at work right now."

"That's good dear, oh! And your father and I just want you to know that even though the brunch is hosted by you and it's a lot to take in without us, we have faith in you," mother says, making me smile.

"Thank you, I won't let you down," I assure, pulling into the parking lot of Benny's.

After catching up with my parents while sitting in the parking lot, I finally place my keys into my new purse with a smile, making my way into the restaurant. It's only three or four stars, but the food is to die for.

Thank god my parents are in Paris right now. I know for a fact rumors are going around about Harry and I, and even though my parents are understanding and are used to the daily gossip, they'd still never approve of Harry and I.

Frowning at the subject, I'm seated at a table with a menu in front of me. Maybe when I'm eighteen they'll approve. Then it'll be legal. Besides, I'm turning seventeen in a couple of weeks, one step closer to actually being with Harry legally.

Sighing in content, I open the menu and let my mind wander back to the first time Harry and I came here.

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