WHAT A GIRL WANTS

Chapter Four: Britain's Next Top Model

"My point is Harry's greatest strength has always been completely scandal-free unlike his opponent. This could ruin everything."

Harry rubbed his temples in agitation, they had been going back and forth for hours over Bo's sudden arrival.

"Have you finished stating the obvious?" An ancient looking, and sounding, adviser croaked out.

"Good. Then let me explain what we're going to do. We give the press the story, but we spin it our way."

Chester nodded thoughtfully and opened up a few files that held future social gatherings.

"Let's see what we have...ah! The Royal Dress Show. Introduce her as the daughter you've known...but rarely had the chance to be with. The press gets a story, but one that's cut off at the knees."

"May I remind you we are dealing with a living, breathing nineteen year-old girl." Harry grounded out, looking sternly at the group of men. Only a few shifted guiltily.

"That's the problem! The only thing we know is that she's an American teenager." Chester scoffed, "Hardly a promising start."

The ancient adviser turned towards the conflicted alpha with some sympathy.

"What do you think, Harry? Liability or asset?"

Harry paused a moment before starting his answer, "Well, I've only spent a few moments with her myself..."

Merlin snorted, that was an understatement. The only interaction between the Lord and his estranged daughter was with her first appearance, Harry had been overwhelmed and was keeping his distance like he usually did when something surprised him. Merlin wondered how long his friend would avoid his blood before pulling his head out of his arse and talking to the poor lass.

"...but my sense from first impression is that she's mature for her age."

Bo laughed wildly as she bounced on her massive bed, doing spins and singing loudly along with the blaring music coming from her phone that was hooked to a massive stereo gifted to her by Merlin.

"She seems well-mannered enough,"

Bo slid across the shiny waxed floor of the upstairs hallway wearing a pair of silky boxer with red cartoon devils and a heavily-wrinkled long sleeved dress shirt with the top three buttons undone. Bob Seager's "Old Time Rock n Roll" playing loudly from her ipod nano, enough that anyone with close distance of her could hear the lyrics perfectly.

Walking towards her was one of the various staff members of the Hart Estate, Percival. Or Percy, as Bo nicknamed him.

He was carrying a large silver tray with her breakfast and a can of Pepsi, as she had explained her dislike of the "boring hot water drink".

"Thanks, Percy!"

"Your lunch, Miss Bo!" he called after the teen, still carrying the silver tray and walking after her.

He had short black hair that was slicked back stylishly and wore a perfectly tailored suite with thick black glasses. His scent was mixture of spice and campfire wood, and a very distinctive alpha scent. He wasn't actually a butler, more of a bodyguard. Bo hadn't expected to like him, figuring he would be a 'silent shadow' kind of guy, but every time the two interacted he was actually a little nerdy and kept making puns. He was always telling stories about his kooky husband, an omega named James.

"James is a very picky eater, which was made worse when he was pregnant with our daughter. He refused to eat anything without pickles. And let me just say that Spaghetti bolognese was not meant to be eaten with them."

Bo spent quite a bit of time with Percy and enjoyed his stories, but noticed that he never seemed to want to talk about his estranged daughter. Bo hoped that things would work out for the family.

"I'd say rather self-contained, soft-spoken." Merlin choked on his own spit.

Bo opened her bedroom door with her gaze glued to her phone. She was so distracted that she failed to see another door opening right in front of her and slammed painfully into the sturdy wood.

Bo swore loudly, and rather vulgarly, in pain. Clutching her throbbing face, a few tears escaping her.

Merlin stared at the still colorfully swear teen in astonishment.

"Er, are you alright lass?" he asked hesitantly.

Bo groaned for a few more moment before giving him a shaky thumbs up.

"Ah, yup... just trying to de-lodge my nose from my brain."

The group of advisers all sat quietly while Merlin tapped away on his tablet. They seemed to sigh in unison before nodding in agreement.

"Perfect. Let's run with it."

The front hall's telephone began to ring loudly, making a passing by Clara's eyes light up and rush towards it muttering excitedly to herself, "Please be Charlie."

She took a few calming breaths before picking up the phone.

"Hart residence, Clara speaking." She answered, her voice sugary sweet.

"Hello Clara, you sure sound excited. Expecting someone else? That sleazebag Hesketh perhaps?" the mocking tone belonged to a female.

Clara's face immediately darkened in annoyance, "Roxanne, I heard you were still sleeping in a dump. Regretting your life choices yet?"

"Better than trying to date a guy who literally flirts with anything that moves you twat."

Clara hissed in anger, "Shut it you cow, what the hell are you calling here for? Isn't your bitch daddy still beggin for you to go home?"

The female on the line growled dangerously, "I'd watch that mouth of yours Clara, it's gonna get you in trouble one of these days. Especially if Lord Hart catches you insulting one of his most trusted friend's mate."

Clara flinched at the alpha's ire, and scowled at the reminder of her status as beta. She wasn't desirable as an omega was or as respected as an alpha biologically. Beta's were mostly middle-ground, not much for them to do. Like a background character really.

"Whatever, What do you want?"

A pause, then, "Has anyone...interesting arrived at there lately?"

Clara's eyes narrowed, "What?"

"...A girl perhaps?"

Clara froze in shock, Roxanne knew about that little bitch. She narrowed her eyes in thought before smirking.

"I have no idea what you're talking about Roxy," Clara sneered at the name the alpha called herself, "no one's showed up here except some paparazzi that managed to sneak in, and he was male."

Roxanne was silently on the line before sighing, "Never mind then, hope you manage to embarrass yourself at the show Friday."

Clara scowled furiously before slamming the phone down the the receiver and storming away.

Bo took a few deep breaths before knocking the giant wooden door that Merlin had told her was to Lord Hart's study. She was a little nervous and hoped that Harry was alone, as she hadn't had one moment alone with her father since the week she'd been at the estate.

She jumped when his voice called out for her to come in. Bo braced herself before opening the door and smiling and waving awkwardly at the stunned man.

"Bo!"

She smiled awkwardly before clearing her throat, "I'm not bothering you am I, Mr. Hart? Lord Hart?"

Harry winced at the silent question, "Not at all, and call me Harry."

Bo felt a little melancholy before pushing the sad thoughts away and nodded, "Harry. Okay."

Bo and Harry stared at each other for a few moments before she looked away. Harry took that moment to study his...daughter, as she gazed around the room at the various Sun posters with an amused look.

"This is a cool room." she commented, Harry felt a strange sense of satisfaction that she liked his study.

Harry sighed before he started to bring up the dress show, he hated that this would be the first manipulation of his flesh and blood in the campaign.

"Listen, l..." Bo snapped her gaze back to her father, and Harry found himself hesitating.

"l was just wondering if..."

He stalled, rubbing the back of his neck, Bo wondered if this was where she inherited her social awkwardness from, she smile reassuringly at Harry all the same.

"Well, I don't know if this would interest you, actually...but I was hoping you might accompany me to the Royal Dress Show on Friday.

"Dress Show?" Bo asked, a singly eyebrow quirked.

"Yes, it's ass-numbingly dull," Bo snorted at the swear, "Some of the people I have to impress take it frightfully seriously."

Bo bit her lip thoughtfully, "Is it like a fashion show? Beyoncé goes to those things, right? Do you think she'd be there?" she asked hopefully.

Harry gave her a blank look, "I have no idea who you're talking about, but for me it's a stop on the campaign trail. For Poppy, it's a chance to launch Clara on society."

Bo smirked amusedly, "Launch? You make her sound like a ship."

Harry smirked thoughtfully, "No, in Clarissa's case it's more like an intercontinental ballistic missile." Bo choked on her laugh.

"She's what in the old days might have been called a debutante." Bo nodded slightly in understanding, then they spent the next few minutes in awkward silence before Harry cleared his throat.

"So, I don't know. I just thought...Could you bear it?" he asked, a little hopeful.

"Could I bear it?" Bo cocked her head to the side and smiled slightly, "I mean that'd be...that'd be cool."

"Really?" Harry asked, relieved.

Bo nodded, hiding her excitement at Harry proposal of spending time together. Even if it was around rich posh people.

"Well, good. That's settled, then."

"That's good."

"Good."

They both smiled and nodded at each other like idiots before Bo shot up suddenly.

"l forgot! I brought this for you."

She quickly pulled out a large book from her bag, that Harry suddenly noticed and wondered how the hell he hadn't spotted it before, before handing it over to him.

He smiled amusedly and took the large book from her.

"Its some pictures of me growing up."

Harry froze and stared at the photo album blankly, it had a leather cover and felt like it suddenly weighed a thousand more pounds than it actually did.

"That's..."

Bo frowned and bit her lip at his non-reaction.

"l thought you might want to have it." she said hesitantly.

Harry seemed to snap out of his frozen state before smiling tightly at her. "Thank you very much."

Bo returned the strained smile and nodded before making her way out of the office and closing the door behind her. Once Harry heard her footsteps fade away, he took a deep breath and opened the album with trepidation.

The first picture made him lose his breath so fast it was like he'd been sucker punched.

It was Eggsy.

He looked same as he had when Harry last saw him, only his stomach was swelled largely with obvious pregnancy. Harry brought a hand up towards the picture and traced the omega's face lightly. Eggsy had a hand against his stomach and wore a small sad yet happy smile on his face. Harry couldn't help but think he looked beautiful.

He quickly flipped to the next page and was assaulted again with emotions.

Eggsy looked a little more fragile and was thinner-almost sickly looking. His freckles stood out starkly on his very pale face and his cheeks seemed sunken, like he hadn't been eating. But he was smiling at a small pruney baby in his arms with clear exhaustion yet overwhelming happiness. Underneath the photo someone had written 'Baby Bo's Arrival!'

Harry felt a deep ache in his chest, not only had he missed his own daughter's birth, but it seemed as though Eggsy had not had the easiest pregnancy.

He flipped through a few more pages, almost all of them with a baby Bo slowly getting bigger and more beautiful. Eggsy himself was in most of them, but slowly seemed to be fading out of the background more and more.

As Harry closed the book, after looking at a photo labeled 'Bo's 5th Birthday!', he couldn't help but look around his study and wonder why that was.

"Could I get your advice on something?"

Bo looked up from the magazine she was reading in shock, leaning against her doorway was her soon-to-be step sister.

"Uh, Sure." Bo followed Clara to her room and looked down at the massive bed covered in clothes.

"l just can't decide which one to wear to the show tomorrow, and I was wondering what you thought."

Bo blinked in surprise but nodded and glanced at the choices before backtracking to a certain skirt.

"Is that a Gucci tartan mini? That's so cute!" she exclaimed before pausing and looking at Clara in confusion.

"You can go that funky to the Royal Dress Show?"

"Bonnie, that's the whole point." Bo scrunched up her nose at the use of her full name, something Clara took note of. "Turn up in a sensible dress and pearls and you might as well wear a big sign saying, 'Spot the Plonker.'"

Bo blanched, "I'm glad you told me. I don't want to be a...plonker?"

Clara smiled sweetly, "What are stepsisters for?"

Bo smiled back innocently before pointed at the skirt, "This is really cute."

Clara's heaved inwardly but smiled brightly and picked it up, "Good, I'll wear that, then."

Bo grinned, happy she was able to help out and waved by to Clara before heading back to her room.

"See you later!" Clara called out in a sing-song voice.

Once Bo was out of sight, Clara tossed the skirt down and smirked cruelly.

Bo dashed around her room, trying to figure out what to wear. Should she go casual yet formal? Or something she thought was cute and stood out, like Clara had suggested.

Bo picked up a bottle of fancy perfume and squeezed the weird ball thing and choked on the nasty musty smell that sprayed on her face. Bo groaned and hurried into the bathroom and tried to turn on the facet and frowned when nothing happened. She picked up the weird shower head-like thing and grasped in shock when water jetted out at her face.

"No, stop!"

Downstairs Harry, Poppy, and Clara waited impatiently for the beta. Harry more worried than impatient though.

"No. Not good." Bo muttered to herself and toweled her face off urgently and ran quickly to the hall to shout.

"I'm so sorry. One second." She ran back to her room to change her shirt and continued to yell out, "I'll be right there! Almost ready!"

Poppy sighed dramatically and jumped when Bo popped her head out in the hallways again to shout 'One second!' and disappearing again.

Poppy glanced at her watch and widened her eyes dramatically, "We have to go! Prince Charles, Harry, and William will already be there."

Harry looked uneasy about leaving his daughter behind, Merlin scowled at the red haired omega disdainfully.

"Why doesn't Bonnie come along later?" Clara asked innocently, Poppy smiled and nodded at her daughter's suggestion.

Harry stared up at the top of the stairwell anxiously, turning to look at his fiance and daughter-in-law nervously before venturing out-

"l suppose Percival could drive-"

"Brilliant, it's settled then!" Poppy interrupted quickly.

Harry turned to look at Merlin, who was starring at him pointedly. Poppy came up to clutch his arm tightly and pulled him towards the door.

"Come on!"

Harry gave Merlin on last look before saying okay and leaving with the two girls. Merlin sighed heavily in disappointment and called up to the wayward beta.

"Bo, you'd better hurry lass. They've just left without ye'. Percival will be waiting for ye'."

"Well that just perfect!" She bellowed in aggravation, Merlin chuckled and waited for the girl.

At the show, seated in the audience was a group of four alpha males clutch a handful of signs with numbers on them. To rate the 'outfit' that the models were wearing, though they were actually rating the models themselves. They were Charlie Hesketh, Rufus Saville, Hugo Higgins, and Digby Barker. All were from wealthy families and full of themselves.

"Go low on that one, Charlie." Digby commented, gazing at a model with disdain.

"Low? Low it is." Charlie replied smugly.

"You'd think they'd choose debs who actually had ankles." Hugo stated obnoxously.

"Those look like baked hams." Rufus joked, making te group chuckle nastily.

Outside the building hosting the show, Bo and Percy finally arived. Bo flung the cab door open violently, and sprinted up the step steps. Percy called out to her

"Should I park the car?

"No, see you later!" she yelled back and went up to the door, only to be stopped by a guard.

"Sorry. No admittance. Show's already started." the guard stated and closed the door, locking it for good measure.

"Come on!" she cried, but noticed another crummier door further down and quickly gained entrance.

"Where is this Bonnie, anyway?" One of Clara's 'friends' asked after they'd been sitting for a few minutes.

"I don't know. She'll swing through on a vine any minute." Clara joked rudely, "The girl is positively barbaric. l hope she doesn't embarrass me in front of Charlie."

Further down the room, where Harry and his group sat with some wealthy people, a man commented to Chester without looking at him.

"We still have the arrival of Harry's illegitimate daughter." Chester smiled nervously.

"You needn't worry on that account. Harry assured me she will be the soul of discretion.

Once inside, Bo hurried down a dark hallway looking for the entrance to the show and almost cried in relief at the sounds of a crowd. She followed the noise to a small but crowed room full of girl in expensive clothes and tacky perfume. Some looked at her with curiosity but went back to fixing their hair.

Bo walked over to a man with funny scarf who looked very stressed and tapped his shoulder.

"Is this the way to the show?" she asked, the man turned and looked her over and nodded rapidly.

"Go! You're on!" the man said and shoved her out the door.

Bo froze at the bright lights and camera flashes aimed at her.

She had came out the fricken' models entrance.

Oh, sweet Jesus." Harry said, looking at his daughter in horror.

"Do something." Poppy said, glaring at her father who gave her a 'what-do you-expect-me-to-do' look on his face.

Bo body decided that being frozen was not such a great idea, and her arms moved quickly to toss down the pamphlet she had picked up about the show. She removed her hat as well and took off her jacket before walking down the catwalk like she was one of the models, her jacket hanging over one shoulder.

"That's her." Clara said, eyes wide with shock and anger.

"Who is that adorable creature?" Charlie asked, leering at the shell-shocked Bo who continued to walk and pose when necessary.

"She can dump tea in my harbor anytime!" Hugo stated, a was jabbed in the ribs for the stupid joke.

After her shock faded, Bo began to have more fun and smiled at the photos and pose more happily and gave a peace sign.

"Thank you, London!" Bo cried out , then proceeded to trip over her own foot and fall right off the stage into someone's lap.

The whole room seemed to gasp and shout in alarm, Bo sat up quickly in embarrassment and get off the poor man's lap that she had landed into.

"Are you all right?" Bo nodded quickly and shot him an awkward smile. "Are you sure?"

"What a disgrace!" She heard a lady mutter not so quietly.

"Must be American." Bo flushed brightly and was quickly grabbed by Harry who told people to back off.

She could just die.

Later, after the show was over and people calmed down. Bo perused the buffet table and picked up a few slices of cheese and popped them into her mouth. She spat them out a few seconds later when she realized they were not, in fact, cheese at all.

"Make way, everyone. Tacky American coming through." a loud nasally voice stated behind her, Bo pursed her lips and smiled sweetly at Clara.

"My evil stepsister. You've seen Cinderella, right?" Bo asked, still smiling at Clara. Though her eyes would be glowing ominously if she were in a cartoon.

"Let me clue you in...I win."

Clara rolled her eyes and walked away with her ride-or-die bitches.

Bo scowled and looked around the room for Harry, only to stop dead in her tracks at the most beautiful sight ever.

"What a cute dog!"

Bo walked right over to an old lady with a small Yorkie in her laps with a tiny pink bow in fur. Bo immediately began to pet the dog like any normal person would.

"I beg your pardon?" the lady asked, a single eyebrow raised in shock.

"Oh, sorry. I'm Harry Hart's daughter from New York." Bo said, making cooing noises for the now panting dog.

"l didn't know Harry had a daughter." The lady stated in surprise, Bo nodded along but was more interest in the small bundle of joy in the lady's lap.

"Can I play with him?" she asked, looking hopefully at the woman.

"She's very temperamental! A biter!" the woman cried out in alarm, but relaxed when the beta wasn't immediately snarled and maimed.

"Seems sweet. Hey, guy! I like the ribbon." Bo said happily and plucked the dog from the woman's lap and proceeded to pet and play with the Yorkie happily.

The dog itself seemed excited enough, it was yipping and rolling over obediently when asked. Making Bo feel extremely blessed.

Across the room, Harry looked up and paled rapidly.

"Oh, dear. Excuse me, won't you?"

The woman gazed at the scene with a thoughtful look, making Harry even more nervous.

"Princess Charlotte, I do apologize."

"It's all right, Henry. I've just been having...a delicious moment with your daughter." Harry gulped.

The princess smiled, "Wonderful girl. A little rough around the edges...but you'll soon smooth those out."

Harry chuckled awkwardly.

"Is she staying for the summer?" Princess Charlotte asked.

Poppy and Chester was raced over after spotting Harry talking to the Princess and Bo with the Yorkie, they were quick to answer her.

"No! No, unfortunately not."

Bo had wandered back over with the dog and was slightly hurt by the answer, but knew it was pretty obvious she wasn't welcomed. Harry hadn't exactly been the most welcoming and it was already tense with Clara-

"Yes."

Bo looked at him in shock, as did Poppy and Chester.

"My daughter will be joining us this season."

Bo cocked her head to the side in confusion, petting the dog continuously. Something the Yorkie obviously approved if the little tongue sticking out had anything to say.

"What season?" she asked.

Princess Charlotte seemed to light up, "Oh, my dear, you'll love it! Beautiful gowns, lovely tiaras, long, silky gloves and the feverish kissing in the cloakroom!"

She was so caught up in the moment she reached for her dog.

"l must have my little baby back! Come here, my darling!" The dog let out a sudden snarl and hushed the Princess up before she continued on awkwardly.

"There now, sweetheart. You found a new friend." she walked off with the growling pooch.

"Come on, Bo. Let's get you out of here." Harry said, steering his daughter away from the room and it's staring occupants.

Meanwhile Poppy and Chester looked at the two in slight fear.

"Daddy..." Poppy said lowly, her eyes watching the two like a hawk.

"Relax, darling. She'll be gone in no time, just like her father." Chester stated, eyes narrowed.