Existence (a Harry Styles fan fic)

Senior year

Poppy's POV
It was the first day of our senior year. I woke up to the beeping of my alarm clock and the sweet smell of my moms homemade pancakes. I checked my phone and it read 6:30 f uck.

After 15 minutes of laying in bed I finally get the courage to get up. I walked over to my bathroom and turned the shower on and took a 10 minute shower. I got out and checked my phone, I got a text from Amber.

From Amber
You better move your a ss or I'm going to leave you and make you walk - A <3

To Amber
Chill out please

After I dried myself off and did my usual morning routine I put on some mascara and put my medium length brown hair into a messy bun. I decided on wearing my black skinny jeans and white graphic tee shirt with a red and black flannel and my black high top converse. I checked myself one last time in the mirror and headed downstairs.

My mom was frantically pacing the kitchen trying to get everything ready for the first day of school. My younger brother Oliver who is a freshman in high school is just now finishing his summer reading essay that is due today. He has always been one to procrastinate until the very last minute. He has always been extremely overprotective since my dad left. He try's his hardest to be the man of the house.

I get snapped back into reality when the doorbell rang. "I got it" I yelled to the family members that probably weren't even listening to me. I opened the door and there stood the lovely ray of sunshine I call my best friend. "Are you ready yet? I'm getting a lil' antsy" "yea let me just grab a pancake. Wait in the car I'll be out in a minute." "Don't forget to grab one of those DELICIOUS PANCAKES your mother makes" she yelled making sure my mom herd her. "Hello Amber" my mom calls from the kitchen. "Hi Ms. Robertson" she replied with a sly smirk.

My mom has never been extremely fond of Amber because she thinks she is a "bad influence" on me because of her reputation at school. Amber has made it so she is THE slut of the school and everyone knows it. She loves the attention, but I can't complain because if it wasn't for her we wouldn't be as popular as we are now.

I go into the kitchen and grab a pancake and then head out to Amber car. I open the door and get in "where's that pancake missy?" She says sarcastically as I throw the pancake at her. She starts the ignition and off we go. After 15 minutes or so we finally get to school. Amber parks in the spot that over the years she has claimed is her spot and we get out of the car. We walk into the school and share all of the hello's and the hug's and the I miss you's with all of our friends we haven't seen since last year trying to make it to our lockers. We finally reach our lockers and pull out the books we need. Since me and Amber have the same last name we are always in the same classes. When we were younger we used to tell people we were long lost sisters and they all believed it.

After we are done getting our books we make our way to first period, trigonometry. We finally get to Mr. Davis's class and find seats in the back. Finally the late bell rang and Mr. Davis walked in, "oooh Mr. Davis is cute" says Amber with a seductive look on her face, "I swear you will flirt with anything that has a pulse" she nodded and we both laugh.

While Mr. Davis is droning on and on and on about how much "fun" trig is I decided to scope out the classroom to see if anyone would catch my eye. "Pst, poppy" amber says in a whisper as I look at her letting her know she has gotten my attention. "Who's that?" I look in the direction she is looking and at the end of her stare is the definition of perfect.

Who's the new kid?

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