The Next Day...
Tom's POV
I wake up to the smell of food.
I sit up and stretch.
"I made breakfast!" Jacob shouts.
"Hurry up Tom! We're going shopping with Poppy today!" Harrison yells.
Poppy!
I walk downstairs and grab some food.
"When are we going?" I ask sitting across from Harrison.
"Well, Poppy hasn't texted me, so I thought we could just show up at her place." Harrison says.
I nod.
"So 20 minutes." Harrison says.
I nod. I finish eating and go get dressed.
I put on a black t-shirt and some jeans.
"Ready?" Jacob shouts.
"Yeah just a second guys." I say.
"What's up?" Harrison asks.
"I don't think Poppy realizes like who we are." I say.
"Yeah I think she doesn't know about the whole famous thing." Jacob says.
"So?" Harrison says.
"Yeah true." I say shrugging.
"Let's go." Harrison says grabbing his wallet.
We walk over to Poppy's porch.
"I don't see her." Jacob says.
"I think I see her up on her bed." I say.
Harrison knocks.
"I think she is still sleeping." I say.
"Well the door is unlocked." Jacob says walking in.
"Jacob!" Harrison whispers.
He shrugs.
"I'll wake her up." I say going up stairs.
She's barely covered by a single blanket. She's still wearing my shirt.
"Aw." Harrison says from behind me.
"Shut up." I say.
I gently shake her shoulder.
"Poppy, love, wake up." I say softly.
She starts shaking.
"Haz." I say.
"I don't know." Harrison says quietly.
Tears start falling down Poppy's face.
"Poppy." I say sitting on the bed.
Harrison stands there worried.
"Poppy, wake up." I say.
Poppy screams.
"What's going on?!" Jacob says from downstairs.
"I don't know." I say.
Poppy's eyes open. She looks so scared.
"Poppy, what's wrong?" I ask.
She starts crying.
"Poppy." I say moving closer to her.
"I won't hurt you." I say softly.
She looks at me with tears streaming down her face.
"What's wrong?" I ask.
She shrugs.
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Hurting For You
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