Thank you for all of the feedback :)

I know I was supposed to update last night since you guys commented so much, but when I went back to edit this morning, more than half of the chapter was gone. My heart broke. So now it's rewritten.

As always, inline comments will make me update quickly as you all know.

P.s

Please don't hate me.
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"Poppy!" Harry calls from downstairs, sprinkling granola all over the yogurt with fruits he had prepared for her.

Harry waits for her in his seat patiently, although minutes pass, and she's nowhere to be seen.

Furrowing his eyebrows, Harry stands up and walks up the stairs quickly, hearing some sort of commotion in another room.

Suddenly, the sound stops, and the only thing heard is Harry's boots stepping carefully against the hardwood floor. With confusion written all over his face, Harry checks each room carefully, making his way to Poppy's bedroom quickly.

"Poppy?" He asks, opening her door quietly. To his utter surprise, there lies a peacefully sleeping Poppy, rolled over in her silk nightgown.

His heart suddenly drops to the pit of his stomach. "Poppy," he breathes, shaking her gently. She groans lightly, getting up. "What?"

"Were you just in the other room? Or have you been sleeping this entire time?" He asks slowly, eyebrows still furrowed. Poppy just looks at him like he's crazy, and rubs her tired eyes. "Harry, what are you talking about? I've been asleep since-"

Suddenly feeling anger pumping through his veins, he exits Poppy's bedroom quickly and checks each room, moving things around and looking in even the littlest places.

"Harry, what are you doing?" Poppy's soft voice asks, watching Harry look around the house like a madman.

"I heard somebody up here, I know I did."

Poppy shivers at his words, her heart dropping to the pit of her stomach. A couple of weeks ago, she had also heard what sounded like somebody walking around downstairs.

"I.. Check the cameras," Poppy breathes out, suddenly feeling lightheaded. Panic rushes over her at the thought of not being in the house alone.

Harry does what he's told, and darts downstairs to check the monitors. Sitting in the leather chair abruptly, he quickly types in the passcode that Poppy's mother had given him, and searches for the cameras upstairs.

But, what he sees makes his heart drop even further.

"Oh no," Harry groans. His eyes are glued onto the screen with green letters that spelled out, 'Error : No Cameras Connected.'

"What?!" Poppy breathes, her heart beating in her throat. Somebody had turned off the cameras upstairs.

Harry stands up, and grabs his phone out of his pocket. "Harry..-"

"Sh," he says, before quickly dialing 911.

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"I'm sorry sir, there's no trace of evidence that anybody has been in here, what we can do is recommend a better security set up, though."

Harry glares angrily at the short, stubby officer. Though he looks sincere, Harry knows these people were shit at their job. They couldn't help.

"My parents have the best 'security set up' available, how did they even get in here?" Poppy grits her teeth.

Another tall, lanky redhead officer sighs. "We checked the cameras from outside, nothing was shown. We will keep a close eye on the house, but until we have further evidence, there's nothing we can do."

"Listen-" Harry starts, practically fuming with anger.

But, Poppy gently touches his back and caresses the muscles soothingly, "Okay, thank you for your help."

Everybody leaves the house. "Poppy, pack some things, you're gonna come live with me for a while."

Poppy pouts, although she knows it's for the best. The weird feelings she's been getting lately have been unexplainable, although considering the fact that there's most likely somebody watching them, she understands why she has to leave.

After packing her needed items, Poppy gets into Harry's silver Porsche and leans into his shoulder, closing her eyes. What's going on right now is too much for her to even comprehend.

While Poppy lies her head on Harry, Harry dials her mothers phone number and tells her about what had happened. To say they are shocked is an understatement. Although they insist on ditching Paris and coming home, Harry assures them that Poppy is in good hands, and it'll all die down.

He hopes.
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Placing her head in her hands, Poppy breathes in and out rapidly. "I knew there was somebody in the house.. I told you."

Harry nods, sitting beside her on the bed and rubs her back soothingly. "Poppy don't worry, the police are keeping a close eye on the house, I also hired a few extra people to install even better cameras that can't be shut down. It's probably just a fangirl, don't worry about it."

Poppy sighs, feeling calmer. "It's just crazy to think that this whole time I was right, we're not alone."

She laces her small hand into his for comfort, and leans her head on his shoulder sadly.

Poppy's words sink in deep. Every kiss they've had, every form of affection, every touch, it wasn't private. Harry's mind begins to wonder onto all of the times he had been sexual with Poppy. All of the kisses he's left on her skin. All of the breathless and lustful moments. His stomach drops.

"Fuck," he groans, feeling a sudden, strong wave of disgust and guilt. He's been doing all of these illegal things with a minor, and there was proof. Somebody had the evidence, somebody had seen it all.

"I'm gonna be sick," Harry breathes, yanking his hand out of Poppy's. Her face drops.

"Harry? What's wrong?" Poppy asks slowly, chasing after Harry. He makes his way to the balcony, and inhales and exhales rapidly.

"I'm fucking disgusting, Poppy, that's what's wrong," he snaps, the only thing he can see is red.

Poppy gulps, her heart pounding. "I- no you're not, you're not disgusting-"

"Yes I am! Look at every illegal thing we've done, I'm gonna go to fucking jail, oh my god I'm so stupid," he cries out, running his hand through his hair.

Poppy's heart drops, tears welling up in her eyes at his harsh words. "We haven't had sex."

"We might as well have," Harry shot back. "I basically finger fucked you on the sofa yesterday, doesn't that count as sexual relations with a minor?" He hisses, although Poppy's cheeks grow hot at the memory.

Tears sting in her eyes at his vulgar language. He's never like this. "Harry.. Please.. What are you trying to say?" She breathes out with a shaky voice.

Harry turns to look at her with a scowl. Poppy nearly gasps at how terrifying he looks. She's not used to this Harry. She doesn't like this Harry.

"I'm trying to say that I-" he chokes, looking everywhere but Poppy's face. He just can't bring himself to look into her tear filled eyes. "I regret everything we've done. It was a mistake. I'm disgusting, I'm perverted, I'm so sorry Poppy."

Poppy chokes back a sob as she feels her heart basically shatter. Tears slide down her cheek, and she's at a loss for words. "You're freaking out over nothing, please calm down," she whispers, wiping away the tears harshly.

"No, Poppy, you're sixteen, this is illegal, and immoral," he whispers, not dating to look into her eyes.

Poppy let's out a small sob. "Please don't do this, you're over reacting. You're gonna regret this later, you're just stressed that's all," her voice cracks.

Harry shakes his head, feeling the same amount of guilt and disgust as before. "I can't do this Poppy."

Standing there with tears streaming down her face, Poppy's whole world comes crashing down. She can physically feel the pain in her chest, the ache of betrayal and surprise.

"Harry please.." She whimpers.

"No. Poppy. Just go," Harry spits.

Poppy cannot believe what's going on. She can't believe him. Is this a dream?

Staring at her significant other with a broken heart, Poppy lets out another sob. This is it. The end. She studies his pained face with a crushed heart.

"Okay," she whispers finally, grabbing her bags and calling the only person who would possibly understand, Karla.

Still choking on her sobs, Poppy gets into Karla's Honda and begins to pray that this is just a dream.

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): I'm sorry I had to do it

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Im really sorry guys, this is of course not the end, not even close. I just had to add a bit of drama. You probably hate me, but I promise to update soon once again. You'll see why I did this soon. Don't hate Harry, he just had a mental breakdown.