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WHATTTT. miami mickey came to the big apple to hang out!!

@popstarpoppy: OMG???????????? @popstarpoppy: GIRL PICK UP YOUR PHONE @popstarpoppy: HELLOOOOOOOOOOOO???? @popstarpoppy: he is HOT btw. omg

#insta: joey #ft. joey

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I posed for @ivy.rogers today!!!! she’s the best photographer in the world!!!!! she made me look so nice!!!!

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@popstarpoppy: FLYNN MOVE I NEED TO KISS YOUR GIRLFRIEND

@popstarpoppy: YOU LOOK SO GORGEOUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE WOMEN WOWEEEEEEEE

#insta: rae #ft. rae

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Zac let me borrow his camera today! 😄 #photographer #saycheese

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@popstarpoppy: CHEEEEEEEEEESE!

#insta: leo #ft. leo

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@popstarpoppy: come see us soon!!!! let me dedicate a song to you!!!!! i hope you're ok!!!!!!!!!!!!

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@.popstarpoppy: keeley i hope this isn't like super crazy weird but i am writing a bit of a loud screechy breakup anthem hehe @.popstarpoppy: do you wanna sit in on the studio recording we could scream together it's SOOO cathartic?????????????? @.popstarpoppy: IF THIS IS WEIRD AND INTRUSIVE BLOCK ME IMMEDIATELY i just think you rock and boys stink!!!

#insta: keeley #ft. keeley

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the whole time ❤️

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@popstarpoppy: I AM SO HAPPY FOR YOU BOTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Some much needed pool time!

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@popstarpoppy: H O T! hehehehehe @popstarpoppy deleted this comment. @popstarpoppy liked this post.

#insta: teddy #ft. teddy #((just chuckling imagining henrydiego being like. babe. no. trust us on this one.))

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Birthday boy.

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@popstarpoppy: HAPPY BIRTHDAY HANDSOME

#insta: louis #ft. louis

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Noah folded his hands into his lap, his knuckles cracking slightly as he kneaded his hands, working out all the anxiety and tension he felt in every single part of his body. He could hear the slow, cautious way Poppy treaded as she tentatively prodded him for answers. She was approaching him carefully, like he was a dog who'd bitten her in the past and was liable to try again.

His stomach bottomed out. He'd made her feel shitty over something that was entirely not her fault, and also something he couldn't easily explain away. Noah was trading one hurt for a lesser hurt - the idea he was ashamed to be seen with her versus the hard truth. Noah had somebody else and he didn't want her to see this.

He bit the inside of his cheek, stalling for time. He knew she'd understand not wanting to be known and acknowledged as Poppy Martin's boyfriend rather than a musician in his own right. That kind of stuff happened to women in this industry all the time, and if he explained that, she'd be cool. It was the idea that the label of Poppy Martin's boyfriend came with other, unwanted baggage and associations. And it did, not just the kind Poppy was worried about.

"Pop..." he cooed feebly, reaching out to touch any part of her he could, his thumb clumsily brushing against her ankle. From his position on the floor, there was very little he could do to console her, Poppy's tiny frame looming over him. He didn't have any of the right words, anyway.

He nodded, the thudding in his head getting quieter the stiller he sat, peering up at her to let her say her piece. He could practically feel the anxiety seeping out of her, sweated out with last night's alcohol, a frown touching the corners of his lips.

Fuck. He was a goddamn monster.

"Martin." he choked out, her name catching in his throat in a tone that was meant to be reassuring. Scrambling to his knees and hitting every single one of his limbs off the bed frame in the process, he caught hold of her trembling hands. "Poppy, baby. Come on."

Truth be told, Noah was a master manipulator. He knew all of the right things to say to charm someone into bed, to make them think something he'd done wrong was because of some kind of failing on their part. He knew the best and most efficient way to lie to girls, to say the exact thing they wanted to hear and make them believe it.

Noah didn't know what to say to a woman he really, really liked, who was sitting in front of him and asking him if he was embarrassed of her.

"I like all those things about you." he blurted out, hating the long stretch of silence that had formed while he tried to come up with the perfect thing to say. The thing that Mark Darcy said to Bridget Jones when he was trying to tell her she was it for him. And God, he really had to stop watching chick flicks and Disney films with Keeley. No matter how much he secretly enjoyed them.

He squeezed her hands a little too-tightly, certain he looked pathetic, hair sticking up at odd angles and slightly sheepish.

"I think... all of those qualities kinda make you the perfect girl for me, Martin." he started, "Not like, you've got all the qualities I was looking for in my dream girl. Like you fit some shitty quota. More like, all the stuff that makes up you makes you... well, my dream girl."

Shit. He was definitely blushing.

"What I mean is, I like that I can hear you coming from two rooms over. And that I think you're the sexiest girl, and..."

He shook his head. He was screwing this all up.

"I don't wanna make you feel like you're doing something wrong." he mumbled, pressing a kiss to their intertwined palms. "I don't want you to doubt that I.. well... like you, Pops."

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When things like this kept happening, with every guy you’d ever dared to like – or maybe even fall for – it was hard not to assume you were the problem. She and Noah seemed to have fun, and everything was always looking so hopeful right up until it suddenly wasn’t. There was no other reasonable explanation that she could come to that wasn’t, simply put, that she’d become too much to bear.

Yet, confusing and contradictory as it was, Noah seemed hellbent on insisting she wasn’t the problem. He held her hand now, eyes imploring her to understand, Poppy’s eyes staring into his own as she tried to make sense of what was happening. He could go from hot to cold and right back around to hot again in a matter of minutes, and yet she still held out hope. Maybe all the flags were glaringly red, but Poppy was decidedly colour blind.

She stared down at their hands and the way he was gripping onto her so tightly. He was half slumped over the mattress, doubled over as he practically kneeled at her feet. Poppy’s heart pounded in her chest as she tried not to be immediately convinced by his words, even though she so desperately wanted to. Had this been where she’d been going wrong all along? Ignoring all the warning signs just because they had pretty packaging?

Yet there he was, saying exactly all the right things at exactly the right time. Poppy blushed, her eyes finally meeting his.

“Your dream girl?” She whispered, her cheeks burning hot. Was she really so stupid that she’d let just anybody butter her up and fall right into their arms? Only, she liked Noah, and she didn’t think you could fake that sort of chemistry. She didn’t think you could manipulate and manufacture the type of fun they had together, it just wasn’t possible. He saw her in ways that so many other people never had, and she liked to think she’d done the same for him.

Despite herself, a giggle fell from her lips as he described tendency to orgasm loudly, feeling hot all over and grateful that nobody else was home. But he knew as well as she did that describing how good she was in bed wasn’t enough, that she needed something more concrete than that. Some sort of acknowledgement that he liked her for her, and not for the service she could provide, for Springsteen jackets, blowjobs and backstage passes. As Noah’s lips pressed delicately to the palm of her hand, Poppy sighed.

Carefully, she scooted to the edge of the bed, her free hand coming up to cup his cheek. She pressed a kiss to his forehead, still a little uncertain, but feeling warm in the glow of his words.

“I like you too,” she reassured him. “So so much. I just... I need to know that all this lying and sneaking around, it’s not... It’s not because you’re ashamed of me?”