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Poppy was pretty. She was very pretty, she was tall and slim, with beautiful dirty blonde hair that was always worn sideways, much like her brother, and it ran down her shoulders in slight waves. A bright and toothy smile, brilliant glittering blue eyes, perfect skin. She stood in front of the mirror in her pyjamas, wondering what to wear. With a sigh she stepped out of her room, which was at the top of the house, in the loft, leaned over the railing and yelled to Jerome who was getting changed in his room "Jerome?" she called loudly.
"What?" he called back eventually, not stepping out of his room, he was probably half dress already
"What's Harry's favourite colour?"
"What? Why on earth do you need to know that?"
"Survey for English!" she lied easily, she heard Jerome grumble to himself
"Uh…I think it's red!" he called back, appeared, fully dressed in her view. "Okay?"
"Yeah," Poppy smiled brightly, popping back into her room.
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"Hey Harry," Poppy managed, smiling, as she opened her locker. Harry kept his head almost buried in his as he searched for a book.
"Hi." He said shortly, trying not to look at her. Poppy sighed
"What's wrong?" she asked, running a hand through her hair. He said nothing, closing his locker, but still facing it, closing his eyes for a moment, then he turned to face her, and his mouth dropped open slightly. She was in a short, puffy red skirt, with a white shirt and a red cardigan. She blushed at his stare, he looked away, embarrassed
"Nothing," he answered eventually "I just uh…I'm late fo-" he stopped his lie at her questioning eyebrow "Right," he laughed sheepishly "You look nice," he stuffed his hands into her pockets "Red…it suits you," She smiled successfully "Listen, I'm not sure if-"
"Harry," Jerome clapped his shoulder, with a grin, nodding at Poppy "Come on, science time," Harry nodded, letting Jerome push him along "Later Poops,"
"Poops?" Harry laughed, and Poppy fumed, glaring at her brother
"Later Gerbil,"
Harry laughed again, retrieving a flick on the back of the head from Jerome.
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"Tell me more about him," Poppy pleaded, leaning over her desk to talk to Jenna. Jenna smiled, fixing her silky brown hair.
"Well…he's one of the most popular guys in that year, he's smart, funny, obviously good looking," she nodded "Kinda like your brother."
"Gross," Poppy frowned and Jenna laughed
"Hey- won't your brother mind that you're crushing on his best friend? There are like songs, dedicated to this kind of thing!" she squealed excitedly "Oooh! Drama!"
"No drama," Poppy rolled her eyes "Jerome won't care,"
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"So…" Jerome turned to watch Harry carefully "Your locker's right by Poppy's this year?" Harry nodded, not meeting Jerome's eyes. "Mate, yesterday, when you called her pretty-"
"It's nothing," he promised, looking up swiftly "If anything, she's the one flirting with me," Jerome scoffed, laughing in a 'yeah right' motion. Harry sighed, burying his face in his hands. Mara frowned, watching Harry carefully, and when Jerome was busy, leaned over to him.
"Do you have a crush on her?" she asked quietly. Harry peered at her through his fingers, and set his hands down slowly
"I don't know," he admitted "She seems like my type," Mara pursed her lips thoughtfully, nodding.
"Mara," Jerome smiled at her, but frowned at how close she was sitting beside Harry "Will you help me with these questions?" Mara nodded, sliding over to him
"Hey, Jerome," Harry asked, Jerome looked up "What's Poppy's favourite colour?" Jerome frowned
"Are you doing a survey too?" he asked. Harry couldn't stop the smile that spread across his face, he drew circles on the table top with his index finger
"Oh, Poppy asked about mine?" Jerome nodded, and Harry laughed in relief. "Yeah, yeah, I'm doing a survey,"
"It's pink."
"You're kidding." Harry groaned, tilting his head back with a sigh. Jerome frowned and Mara just smiled to herself, threading her fingers with Jerome's, to take his mind off it.
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"Pink." Harry said to himself with a sigh. Her favourite colour was pink. He collapsed onto his bed, closing his eyes, and thinking. He had been single for a long time. He, Jerome and Mara had been best friends since they met at Anubis High, that was four years of friendship. And then, after their second year, Mara and Jerome started dating. Of course, Harry had objected to it greatly, claiming they would ditch him, never spend time with him, and that he would be nothing but a third wheel. But of course, that wasn't the case. They went on dates, but they all still met up, and they still hung out, and it was becoming normal for Harry.
But he guessed, subconsciously, seeing them so happy together, and never having someone who he could just hold hands with, it made him a little…sad. And lonely. There had been a few moments in their first year of friendship that Jerome and Harry had both liked Mara, and they tried to compete with her. But Harry gave in, after he could see just how much Jerome liked Mara. And now, this chance with Poppy, it was….well in Harry's mind, it made sense. He and Jerome got along so well, and Poppy was…she was beautiful. He would be related to his best friend, and Poppy would be his wife-
"Jeez," Harry murmured to himself, tracing the side of his blankets "I'm messed up," he tucked his arms under his head, and continued to stare at the ceiling, until it faded into darkness.
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"Dude," Jerome snickered when he saw him, Harry joined their table at lunch "You're wearing pink." Harry kicked Jerome. He was, he was wearing a pink shirt, with a black cardigan over the top, in dark jeans. He looked good, but obviously Jerome didn't think so.
"So you're not colour blind?" Harry asked, taking a large spoonful of apple pie into his mouth, Jerome laughed and Mara rolled her eyes
"Don't worry Harry, all the girls think you look great,"
Harry grinned, leaning towards her, wiggling his eyebrows "Even you?"
"Even me," Mara smiled, Jerome nudged her and she sighed "Of course, you are the apple of my eyes Jerome,"
Harry chuckled to himself, flicking his apple pie into Jerome's face. Jerome glared at him, and Harry burst out laughing "Quite literally, right Mara?"
Jerome wiped it off his cheek in a very posh manner, before leaning over and smearing it on Harry's forehead. Harry laughed, pulling away, and Mara rolled her eyes at them.
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"Poppy," Harry smiled, heading to his locker after lunch "Hey,"
Poppy smiled brightly "Oh so you're in the mood to talk to me now?" she teased "What's wrong? Not good for your rep to be talking to Jerome's little sister?"
Harry laughed, pulling at the collar of his shirt "No, no, nothing like that, I just…" he shrugged, and Poppy noticed what he was wearing. It was perfect, as if he had taken her diary and read her deepest desires. "How are you? Settling in well?"
Poppy nodded, running her hands through her hair "Pretty well, I was thinking of joining table tennis club," Harry nodded, and she sighed, deciding to spell it out for him "Except I need a partner, it's doubles," Harry stilled, swallowing "Do you play?"
"Do I play?" he repeated, rubbing his shoulder, somewhat nervously, mind buzzing "Yeah, yeah I think I do- but you know, your brother plays, he's really good, maybe he could play with you-"
"So you don't want to be my partner?" Poppy clarified, blue eyes wide and sparkling, Harry shook his head quickly
"No! O-of course I'd love to, I just don't think Jerome would approve," he managed, taking a step closer towards her "I don't think he likes the idea of us hanging out," he added more quietly. Poppy frowned
"Why not?"
Harry shot her an unintentionally sexy half smile, rubbing his neck "I just…" he laughed "Sure, sure, I'll be your table tennis partner, let's just…not tell Jerome, okay?"
Poppy beamed, nodding at him "Our little secret."
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