Double update, make sure you've read chapter twenty four before this :) xx

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Third Person

"I'm feeling gold vibes today," Poppy tells the blue-haired hair stylist behind her. As her hair is worked on effortlessly, she stares at herself in the mirror, mentally sighing at how bad her bags were.

Sam, Poppy's personal hair stylist, puts in a Bobby pin into Poppy's silky light brown hair, nodding. "Gold? Like gold makeup?"

Poppy shrugs. A couple minutes later, Poppy's hair is now in a very sleek, elegant looking ponytail. As she moves stations to have her makeup done, she catches a glance from Harry in the corner, a cheeky smile on his face. With a sped up heart, she smiles back.

"You look beautiful," he tells her, walking over to her and stroking her soft cheek. She greets him with a kiss. "I have no makeup on yet."

"Never said you did," Harry shrugged, still in his maroon colored Nirvana tee shirt and black ripped jeans.

"How come you haven't changed?" Poppy asked, looking down at his informal attire. They are currently backstage of a Marc Jacobs fashion show, and since her parents are in Paris, she has to attend for them.

Backstage? you might wonder, but Poppy has walked in several fashion shows, although she isn't particularly a model. Socialites make the clothing brand look good, and more people who look up to those fashion icons, will be more likely to buy their line.

Take Poppy for example, she is California's It Girl, widely known in America for being well.. The heiress to Winsley Designs. Many teenage girls look up to her, idolize her. If they see her walking in the Marc Jacobs fashion show with Marc Jacobs clothing, they'll be more likely to buy their things. And in return, Poppy receives more spotlight, more media.

"Because I wanted to come see you first and wish you good luck," he explains, Poppy's insides melting. She gives him a warm smile, wrapping her arms around him. Truth be told, she's nervous. She's been walking in fashion shows for as long as she could remember, but now she's bigger than ever.

"I'm nervous," Poppy whispers in Harry's neck, not really caring about all of the people running around, trying to get ready for the show.

Harry rubs her back soothingly, although she's only in her rose gold slip, much of her skin showing. He doesn't pay attention to that, though, and begins to coo sweet words into her ear, making her instantly feel better.

After Harry finally goes off to his own stylists, Poppy then gets her makeup done beautifully, and quickly puts on her first dress.

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"Crowded show, huh?" Harry hears a girl around twenty ask. He nods stoically, only excited to see Poppy. Fashion shows weren't his thing. He's a business man. Though he also is out there in the media, he's only been to one or two big fashion shows.

"I'm Anne, and you're-" she starts, but Harry cuts her off, "Not interested."

With a bored mood, he takes out his phone and begins to check his emails.

"I'm not here to flirt, Styles, I'm a fashion article writer. I write articles in the most famous magazines and websites, haven't you heard of me, Anne Summers?"

Harry's ears perk up. He widens his eyes in realization, wanting to slap himself across the face. Anne Summers, she writes in those gossip magazines. "I'm just here to collect quotes and give my opinion on the fashion show."

"My apologizes, I was being rather rude," Harry quickly apologizes, flashing her a million dollar smile. She raises a perfectly threaded eyebrow, listening to his apology, her notebook still in her lap. "You see, I didn't get my coffee today, so I'm a tad bit cranky is all, and yes it is rather crowded, although this is a Marc Jacobs show."

Anne nods, inhaling sharply. "The guest list is exclusive, were you Poppy's plus one?"

Harry's mouth parted. Though he could feel the anger pumping through his veins, he gritted his teeth and forced a smile to the amused looking blonde. "Actually, no, I'm sure you've heard of
me, and if you haven't, you must simply be living under a rock."

Anne smiles at him. "How does it feel to be dating a girl that could pass as your younger sister?" Harry clenches his fists. "I can't blame you, though, look how beautiful she is," she whispers, the audience suddenly clapping as the first model began to walk, Poppy. "But you know whatever I say can ruin her."

Harry ignores her, although anger is evident. She can say whatever she wants about him, but not Poppy.

He stares up at her with a smile, thinking about how absolutely gorgeous and elegant she looks, the dress fitting her perfectly.

As Poppy stops at the end of the runaway, and gives a subtle pose, she begins to walk back fiercely, confidence surrounding her, an aura of beauty.

Harry smiles lovingly as she exits the runaway and another model comes on. He thinks she did amazingly.

"You can't ruin her, she's Poppy Winsley, nobody cares what your stupid little gossip websites say, and I could sue you and shut down everything you have for false information, don't mess with me." Harry whispers firmly, fuming in anger.

Anne just looks at him, glaring slightly before turning away. Harry smiles, knowing he's won.

"Oh and, write something nice about Poppy, did you see how gorgeous she looked?" Harry asks with a smirk, knowing Anne's scared of him now. "And if I see nothing but nice comments about her, I will ruin you."

Anne gulps, her blue eyes widening. Harry flashes her another quick smile, before giving his attention back to the models.

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After the models come on stage and bow, Marc Jacobs walks on stage and says a quick thank you, the crowd clapping profusely. It was a beautiful, well planned show.

As Harry starts to talk to several of the people who had attended, Poppy poses for the paparazzi, smiling at their kind words about her.

"Poppy, where's Harry?" A photographer shouts, making Poppy part her lips. She searches around the room for Harry.

"I'm right here," a voice is heard, making Poppy's eyes light up. She smiles at a very fresh, professional looking Harry, who wraps his arm around her and smiles for the camera.

"Beautiful! You're beautiful Poppy!" A pap shouts.

"Thank you," Poppy giggles, before making her way to the limo with Harry. It's a struggle to get to the car when there's swarms of people trying to take her picture and talk to her, but she stays very close to Harry, his arm shielding her, as two big body guards help her to the car.

With eyes hurt from the flash, she looks at Harry with a smile and lays her head on his shoulder. "You did amazing, you looked beautiful," Harry compliments, petting her hair.

Poppy smiles even wider, feeling as tired as ever. "Thank you, it wasn't as bad as I thought," she admits, feeling relieved it's finally over.

Harry gives the driver his address, and begins to rub Poppy's back soothingly. "Are you hungry? I know they didn't let you eat today."

Poppy sighs sadly, the models weren't allowed to eat before the show. "I am pretty hungry, can we go to Benny's?" She smiles up at him with pleading eyes

"Of course," Harry says, giving the driver the direction to Benny's.

They're back to their normal clothes, and Poppy quickly takes her tight ponytail out, letting her natural waves fall freely.

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"So she said she could ruin me?" Poppy laughs, taking another bite of her pasta.

Harry nods, sipping his water, an amused grin on his face. Poppy rolls her eyes, finishing up her food. "What are we doing after we get back?"

"Well, I thought you could come to my house and we could get in the jacuzzi. I haven't been in it in a while."

Poppy nods, taking a sip of her strawberry lemonade. "Okay, yeah, and then tomorrow can we hang out with the guys? I need to talk to Zayn about some important news."

Harry's face lights up. "Your parents want him to model for them?"

Poppy smiles cheekily, looking at the dessert menu. "Yes, but they also want to be here to interview him and get him a proper photo shoot and everything, they also need to train him and see how good he is at modeling."

"But he's a beginner, your parents want an inexperienced model as the face of their line?" Harry asks slowly.

Poppy shrugs. "They said he's perfect for their new line, and they'd be willing to see how he models their clothing."

"When are they coming back?" Harry asks, a pang of sadness in his chest that he'll no longer be able to see Poppy every single day and hold her at night.

Poppy looks up at him, "August 10th, the day after I start my first day of school."

Harry presses the home button, his lock screen of Poppy making him smile. He had taken it right when she woke up, and his breath hitched in his throat as he stared at her beauty behind the lens.

She pays no attention though, still looking at the dessert menu.

"It's June 13th, your birthday is coming up soon," Harry states, looking at the dessert menu himself.

"I know, it's June 20th, I don't think I want a big party this year. It's big every year, I just wanna go to like the beach or something."

Harry nodded slowly. The beach..

Maybe she didn't want a big party, but he already knew the gift he was gonna give her would be huge.

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"This feels amazing," Poppy sighs blissfully, sinking down further into the soothing, hot water. Jets behind her massaged her back as bubbles began to bubble up all around.

Harry then put one toe in. His toned muscles making Poppy's throat tighten. She tries not to stare, although when he looks this good, how can you not?

"Poppy, I have a little present for you before you get too comfortable."

Poppy furrows her eyebrows, stepping out of the jacuzzi before wiping the bubbles off of her. Harry bites his lip at the sight of her body.

Shaking his head, he pulls the small box out of his left pocket, and places it in her hand.

"You're not proposing, right?" Poppy laughs, making Harry chuckle and shake his head. She smiles up at him timidly.

"It's an early birthday gift."

Poppy nods, slowly opening the box. What's inside makes her jaw drop. Inside of the baby blue box, the words "Will You Be My Girlfriend" were carved in gold, cursive writing.

Inside of the box was a beautiful heart tag chocker necklace with little diamonds on the perimeter, with Poppy's name engraved in the middle in cursive.

Poppy's mouth parts once again as her fingers roam the beautiful necklace. "Harry.. This is beautiful."

Harry just smiles, feeling relieved that she likes it. "Yes, I'll be your girlfriend," Poppy nods, wrapping her arms around him tightly and kissing his face all over. The two giggle, before Poppy opens the box again and admires the necklace once again.

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