WHAT A GIRL WANTS

Chapter Three: Ring Ring, You're an Asshole


"For Heaven's sake!" Poppy exclaimed, looking pale.

"Seems you had an even better time in Morocco than you let on." Clara commented crudely, making a rude face at the shell-shocked alpha.

"Oh, dear God." Poppy groaned, massaging her temples.

"No...no, this is impossible. Must be a mistake." Harry stammered, still in shock, and handed the birth certificate back to a now frowning Bo.

"Exactly, a mistake, this doesn't prove anything. This omega... Eggsy, must have written down the first alpha he could think of." Poppy stated, smiling tightly.

Bo furrowed her brows and stared at her other father, "As far as I know, you're the only alpha he's ever thought of."

Poppy's pinched face darkened before smoothing out, she turned towards the still shell-shocked alpha, "Harry, can I have a word with you in private for a moment, please?"

Harry didn't move, still staring at the sitting teenager. His eyes searching for anything of him in her features.

"Harry? You're not going to believe her, are you?" Poppy asked exasperated when the alpha didn't move.

Bo bit her lip lightly, something that drew Harry's attention. Eggsy had done that many times when he was nervous or upset, the familiar sight made the older male's heart ache.

"Maybe I shouldn't have come. l can tell this is a big shock for you," Bo started to ramble slightly, "I'm freaking out, and I've known since I was two. Don't get me wrong, freaking out in a good way. I've dreamt about this my whole life."

She paused, then flushed slightly in embarrassment, "Not that exact entrance, of course. l imagined something more graceful." She gazed at all the people in front of her and felt her excitement and joy that had filled her in meeting her long-lost father quickly fade and an uneasiness replaced it.

"l can see now that it was probably a mistake," Bo smiled sadly and shouldered her bag, "l shouldn't have come."

She quickly moved towards the front door, only to come to a hault as a hand wrapped around her wrist making her turn around in apprehension.

"Sorry, did you just say you've known about this your whole life?" Harry demanded, a look of slight anger in his face.

Bo looked at him in confusion, "Er, Yeah."

"Good. Now we've got that settled, how about some tea and a piece of fruitcake?" Harry's mother offered, obviously trying to breakup the dark mood around the group.

"And your father didn't feel l deserved the same consideration?" Harry continued, ignoring the offer to stare sternly at his newfound daughter. Bo just continued to stare at him in complete confusion.

"No to the fruitcake, then." Merlin joked, Jocelyn huffed.

"How could he keep it from me?!" Harry demanded, clutching Bo's wrist tight enough for her to wince.

"What happened to the mistake theory we were operating on a moment ago?" Poppy asked, annoyance in her voice and uncertanty in her eyes.

"Now, wait a moment, Harry. I know this has come as a shock, but we can't just let the girl go." Merlin stated, the voice of reason as always.

"Not until we've got to the bottom of this." Jocelyn agreed.

Bo sighed quietly, now regretting her rash decision. She gently pulled her now red wrist from her father and rubbed it discreetly.

"Shall I call a hotel, madam?" Merlin asked, already pulling up various hotels and Inns on his tablet.

"And tell them what, exactly?" Poppy sneered, "That the best-known electoral candidate in a generation is requesting a room for a teenage girl?" she scoffed, "The press will have a field day."

"Can we leave the press out of this?" Harry asked, rubbing his face tiredly.
Bo bit her lip again harshly, not liking that she was in the middle of all this drama, god she should have listened to Eggsy. This had been a mistake.

"Poppy is absolutely right, dear." Jocelyn stated, making everyone gawk at her in surprise.

Poppy stammard a bit in shock, "W-Well, thank God someone else is thinking straight."

Jocelyn smirked slightly.

"The girl must stay here, with us."

Bo's eyes went wide in shock. Merlin looked at Harry to see his reaction, but he was still looking at his daughter.

Bo shook her head rapidly, "No! No, I've obviously over-stayed my welcome. Really, I'm staying someplace right now. I don't wanna put you on the spot! I'll just call Eggs- er' my dad and tell him I'm going back."

Harry frowned, opening his mouth to say something before Merlin butted in.

"It's no problem at all lass, we've plenty of room for you. Besides, it's the least we can do until you figure out what you want to do."

Jocelyn nodded tightly, and Harry did so as well - if a bit more slowly.

Bo cocked her head to the side, eyes furrowed slightly. "Are you sure? I really don't wanna be a bother..."

Harry inhaled a harsh breath. It seemed as though his daughter, the thought still made his head spin, had picked up Eggs-His self-deprecating habbits.

"It really isn't a problem ducky, I insist." Bo gulped, well she couldn't argue with that tone.

Merlin gestured for the teen to follow him, Bo picked up her bag slowly and avoided everyone else's gaze as she followed the Scotsman obediently. Not noticing the lingering gaze of her father.

"Before we let this hypothetical daughter blow your political career out of the water. We might consider checking up on her." Poppy said, watching the retreeting beta's back in calculation.

"For what?" Clara asked, puzzled.

"Criminal record? Blood type? Triple sixes on her scalp-"

"Poppy, she has a birth certificate, she has my photograph, she has my damn curls...and she has my eyes." Harry sat down heavily in the empty chair where his daughter had sat and rubbed his temples again.

"I'm trying to think of what's best for you." Poppy said softly, caressing his back gently and letting her scent pour out in what she probably meant to be a soothing smell, but it only really made Harry's hackles rise.

"l know you don't like thinking about it, but the press can be brutal. 'Exclusive! Harry Hart in Love-child Shocker!'" Poppy exclaimed, shrilly.

"Actually, she's not strictly a love child. Her father and I were married." Harry commented lightly, before backtracking quickly at the large bug-eyed look on his fiance's face.

"l mean, not technically, it was a Bedouin ceremony in Morocco." Poppy continued to stare at him in horror, Harry sighed and ran hand against the back of his neck.

"We planned to make it official as soon as we got back, but for some reason Eggsy decided to..." Harry trailed off, a familiar look of hurt in his eyes before he blinked and cleared them, "anyway, he left."

"Taking something of yours with him." Clara commented rudely, making both Harry and Poppy flinch. They'd forgotten she was still there.

"Put a cork in it." Poppy snapped, Clara just glared viciously at her mother.

"Maybe someone should have put a cork in it seventeen years ago!" She hissed before turning away and storming off to her bedroom.

Harry sighed heavily, not knowing what to do now.


"Well, here we are," Merlin said before opening a door that was tall enough that twice of Bo's height wouldn't reach, "will it do?"

"Are you kidding? It's incredible!"

And it really was.

The room was very large and spacious, with a large balcony window and queen sized bed with must have been at least ten pillows on top of it.

The room seemed like a place a princess, or a even a queen, would sleep. Bo suddenly felt very under dressed and insignificant.

"It's bigger than our entire apartment, the Chinese restaurant downstairs and the dry cleaner down the street." Bo commented softly, lightly sweeping a hand across the silk bed covers.

"Makes the White House look like a McDonald's." Bo commented cheekily.

"I get the point," Merlin deadpanned, though smirking slightly at the cheek the young lass had, "why don't I send someone to fetch your things."

"Thank you so much sir." Bo said, a small smile on her face.

"It's Merlin, and don't worry about Harry. As soon as he get's his head out of his arse he'll be wantin' to know all about you." Bo choked a little at the curse before snorting in amusement.

"Really, thank you for this. I know you didn't have to, and probably shouldn't have anyway. I didn't realize that da- er' Lord Hart was such an important person until today. I mean, I didn't know anything about him at all really...my dad never really told me much about him. Only the story of how they met every year on my birthday.

"But it always made him sad to tell it, so I never really asked for more information. But...he always told me that he knew, Har- er' Lord Hart that is. That he knew but was too busy to take care of kid..." Bo trailed of sadly until she glanced at a frowning Merlin and blushed brightly in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry! I have a really bad habit of rambling, I get it from my dad- well my other dad Eggsy. Gosh, this is so overwhelming..."

Merlin patted the teen's shoulder in sympathy.

"It's quite alright lass, it's been a long day. When not let yourself get acquainted with your room before tucking in for the night?"

Bo smiled brightly at the Scotsman before hugging him tightly, "Thanks so much-"

Merlin gently pushed her away, face strained with awkwardness.

"No hugs, lassie. I'm Scottish. I only show affection to whiskey and country music."

Bo nodded seriously, "Right."

She lasted only five seconds before snagging a quick hug and a 'You rock!' before releasing the embarrassed man and flopping on her new bed with not a shred of grace or dignity, but with a large dazzling smile that reminded Merlin so much of his best friend that it was almost impossible to not believe she was Harry's daughter.


Later that night, Harry sat in his office that was almost entirely covered in various The Sun newspaper headlines. Something he had started years ago, after a comment from Merlin that the tabloids were pure trash. He then proceeded to stable the most humorous and outlandish ones to his wall. Every time the Scotsman came into his room, he would glare venomously at the walls before doing whatever it was he came in to do.

Harry held up his glass of scotch and swirled the cup slightly before taking a drink that finished it off and picked up his cell. He stared a the white slip of paper Merlin had handed him discretely after he had shown Bo to her room.

With a deep breath, Harry quickly dialed the numbers and held the phone up to his ear and waited with a held breath.

It only took a few rings before a so familiar, yet so different voice answered.
"Hello?"

Harry clenched his jaw tightly before saying His name quietly.
"...Eggsy."

A small gasp echoed from the other end before He responded once more.
"Harry...Is she there? Is she alrigh'?" His voice was filled with panic and Harry found himself wanting to soothe the man, even if He had broken his heart so many years ago.

"Yes, she's here, she's fine. Mother is force-feeding her ancient fruitcake as we speak..."

A half-sob, half-laugh came from the other line. Harry closed his eyes reverently at the sound before opening them with glared at his desk.

"How could you not tell me about this?" He demanded.
"Excuse me?" Came a startled and angered response.

"You let her show up on my doorstep seventeen years later, unannounced-" He began only to get cut off with an unimpressed scoff and growl.

"And what? Put a dent in your political career?"

"No, that's not-"

"If ya' so afraid of a scandal, just send er' back."

"It's not about scandal, it's about finding out I had a daughter for half my life! I had no idea she even exsisted!" Harry snapped, his voice more of a growl than human.

The line went dead silent, making Harry's anger slowly fade and be replaced with caution.

"Eggsy?"

"Don't ya' dare lie to me, ya've already thrown me away. I just didn't want her to get hurt when she realizes you don't give two shits about anyone that ain't got fuckin' royalty runnin' thru their veins."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Harry asked, brows furrowed in confusion and offense.

He had always thought of everyone being equals, whether they were poor or rich, or even their dynamics.

"Why don't ya' ask yer' advisors. They've gotten ya this far, haven't they?"

The line went dead, and Harry could only stare at it with even more confusion and a strange feeling like he was missing something extremely important


(Author's Note)

Okay so originally in the movie, Libby(Eggsy) had chose not to tell Henry(Harry) about Daphne(Bo) being born so her daughter wouldn't get hurt like she did. But in this story, Eggsy had been told by Chester that Harry had known he was pregnant and was too busy to take care of a child. But Harry was told that Eggsy was already with someone else and that's why he left.

So basically, Eggsy thinks Harry is complaining about Eggsy letting Bo crash into his life unannounced & ruin his reputation. But Harry is just really confused/hurt and wants to know why the man he was going to marry (only to leave him for someone else) would have his child and not tell him about her.

Just a whole lot of miscommunication.

Really it's easier to watch the movie first to really understand the parallels.