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Harry couldn't get enough of her.

She was perfect, kissing her was perfect, every time his lips touched her he was overcome, with such a lighter than air, much to heavy with love, that he was flying and drowning at the same time but…in a good way. Well, it was a feeling that would only make sense if you had experienced it.

She pulled away from him for a moment, with a content sigh, and leaned over the railing of the sea wall. The waves lapped hungrily at the base, and the sky was a deep blue, glittering with the fire of over a billion stars. Harry noticed the goose bumps appear along her bare arms in the cold night air, and despite not wanting to cover her body up, he found himself placing his blazer, snugly over her shoulders. Poppy smiled, inhaling deeply. It smelt like him, of cologne and…and something heavenly, something she couldn't put her finger on. Something like…clean cut grass and fresh bed linen. "I've never been out this late," he admitted, standing beside her, leaning against the railing.

She smiled, laughing lightly "I would say me neither but…" he smiled, nodding his head

"You're a Clarke. You probably sneak out all the time, right?"

She nodded, biting her lip, breathing out, admiring the white frost that her breath coated the air in. "This is nice," she whispered, turning her gaze from the sea, to the stars. "Beautiful," Harry gently tilted her face towards him, his hand trailing down her jaw to her neck, and he pressed his lips against hers once more. It was addictive, he couldn't seem to stop.

Poppy was so unused to kissing people, well, she had never kissed anyone. But she was certain it couldn't get better than this. Nervously, she brought her hands up, and gently tangled them in his hair, his whole body seemed to vibrate in response.

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"I wish I could walk you all the way home," he whispered, as they stopped at the end of her street. "I want to kiss you by the door, like in all the cliché movies," his green eyes twinkled, and Poppy's blue eyes sparkled as she smiled

"Well you are terribly cliché," she whispered, kissing him gently, she pulled away, tracing his lips with her finger. "You are my…boyfriend now, right? I'm so rubbish with these things," Harry smiled, capturing her wrist, and kissing her hand.

"I'd like to be," he smiled, a little bit cockily at the blush that stained her cheeks. "Do I fluster you?" he whispered, tucking a stray hair behind her hair. Poppy jutted her chin out stubbornly, but the red didn't leave her cheeks. "Good, I like knowing I effect you, because you have no idea how you affect me," he placed her hand on his chest and she couldn't help but giggle

"So you're a Tarzan fan too?"

"Disney movies are the best," he whispered with a chuckle, "But listen," his voice dropped to a whisper. And Poppy felt through his thin shirt, his heart was beating rapidly, almost as rapidly as hers. She smiled, looking up at him through her long eye lashes

"I want to say with you, watch the sunrise," she wrapped her arms around his waist, and hugged him, he kissed her forehead, hugging her tightly

"I'm a gentleman," he teased "I must return you before the clock strikes one," he kissed her nose, then her cheek, then her lips

"You really do like Disney movies," she whispered, turning to begin walking home. Her heels clicked along the silent pavement, and about half way to her house, she turned back, and he was still there, watching her go, smiling. She gave a tentative wave, and he blew her a kiss. He was an old romantic. She found herself liking that, when she had never thought she would.

She pushed open the door, humming Aladdin to herself, and wandered up the stairs. So blissful and content, she didn't even notice Jerome standing by the sofa. She walked right past him and up the steps. Jerome frowned, looking out the window for the person she had been with, but there was no one there. He watched her go up the steps, when he realised she was wearing their blazer. He smiled to himself, oh he was on his way now.

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"Harry mate," Jerome clapped his shoulder, sitting beside him in maths. Harry grinned

"What's up?"

"I need your help," Harry nodded, gesturing for his best friend to continue, Jerome ran a hand through his styled blond hair "Poppy's got a boyfriend, she won't tell me who, and we need to figure out who it is,"

"W-we do?" Harry managed "W-what about Mara?"

"Nah. She likes Poppy too much, she's on her side." He groaned, massaging his temples "This has got me real freaked out, Harry." He shook his head "I mean, I just…Poppy can be so impulsive sometimes," Harry said nothing, folding his arms, and resting on them. "But whoever she was with left their blazer, I can sneak into her room after school and get it, you've just gotta distract her,"

"No." Harry said quickly, Jerome frowned at him "Listen, Jerome. She's…growing up, she should be allowed to date people if she likes-"

"Harry," Jerome sighed, running both hands through his blond hair "You know me better than anyone in the world, do you think I'm purposely trying to ruin any relationship she'll ever have? I just…I can't seem to stop,"

Harry wrapped his arm around Jerome, "Mate, she's your sister, of course you wanna protect her. But hey, if the guy did give her their blazer, he can't be all bad?"

"I guess," Jerome nodded, turning to face him. Harry smiled kindly

"Gay," a jock coughed obviously under his breath, Jerome glared at him, and Harry dropped his arm awkwardly, shifting away from Jerome slightly.

"Don't listen to him," Jerome comforted, touching Harry's arm, this made the jock, and a few of his friends chuckle, and Harry pulled himself out of Jerome's grip completely. "Mate, are you?"

"No." Harry said truthfully, he looked down at his hands, refusing to meet Jerome's eyes.

"Then don't let their names get to you," Jerome shrugged "We're best friends," Harry's jaw clenched, and he nodded stiffly, looking up at the jocks, lifting his hand, and raising his middle finger. Jerome burst out laughing, as the Jocks looked startled, and turned away. Harry never swore, he was far too polite, so this one off made it all the more hilarious. "Nicely done," he high-fived his friend, before the teacher came over and put them both in detention.

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"Okay," Jerome clapped Harry's back as they both stepped into Jerome's house "Right, I'm gonna bring Poppy down, play the zombie game with her," he thrust it into Harry's hand, blue eyes blazing, he was curious, and he was excited "Poppy!" he called. A door slammed upstairs, and Poppy skipped down, dressed in a loose jeans and one of Jerome's old t-shirts, with sleeves that hung down her wrists

"Jerome!" she groaned once she saw Harry "You could have said Harry was down here!" Harry grinned at his feet, sliding his hands into his pockets

Jerome frowned, rolling his eyes "It's just Harry," he shrugged "He's seen you before, and," he nudged Harry

"I was wondering if you'd like to play?" he said on cue, looking up, forcing himself not to smile, Poppy frowned, but she nodded, and Jerome patted her shoulder, dashing upstairs. She looked up at Harry, waiting for an explanation "Yeah, we might have a problem," he whispered, she frowned "He's going upstairs into your room to find my blazer, tell me you hid it,"

"No, it's on the edge of my bed," she groaned, falling onto the sofa, her shirt rose up at the bottom, revealing a small flash of skin, and it made Harry swallow. "The pockets are empty though,"

He arched an eyebrow, half smiling "You uh…you looked through the pockets?"

Poppy laughed, rolling her eyes "I just wanted to make sure you hadn't done anything stupid like leave your phone in there,"

"Of course," Harry mocked, sitting on the edge of the sofa, looking up at the ceiling, as if he could see through it, and into Poppy's room. She followed his gaze "And uh, I think you look great by the way, you never need to dress up for me,"

Poppy blushed, but shook her head "Sure sure, guys say that, but it's fair for you, you just throw on a shirt and some jeans, run a comb through your hair, and you look like perfection. Some girls would kill for that,"

"You're not one of them," Harry pursed his lips, looking at her from the corner of his eyes "And not all guys just look great like me," he gave her that shy, sexy smile, as if he was unsure how far he could carry this on with her, how bold he could be. He was strengthened by her smile.

"Should we play?" she asked, clearing her throat, to try to stop the blood rushing to her cheeks. He nodded.

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Jerome held the paper between his fingers, the one he had recovered from the blazer. It was a ticket to the lecture his year had been too a few days ago. A lecture that only his year had been invited too. She was dating an older guy. An older guy in his year. Maybe in his class. He coiled his hand into a fist, and hurled the blazer across the room, it landed uselessly on the floor, and he stormed out.

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