The Unbelievable (Book Two)

Chapter 19

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I got ready for work early so I could make Harry food for the day, but I woke early mostly to watch him sleep from the kitchen. His hair was so long and I wondered if he was thinking about cutting it anytime soon. I didn't mind it at all, I was just curious about his fashion. He always seemed to surprise me with what he wanted to wear out and what he thought was good looking. It seemed anything looked good on him anyway.

I poured some batter onto the pan to make pancakes and waited for them to cook while my hair air dried from my shower. The hair dryer would have woken him up and I didn't want that to happen. He had a long day yesterday and I wanted him to sleep for as long as he could. The pancakes were cooking fast and I pulled out some fruit and yogurt to go with it. I stacked him up a few and put them on the table next to his bowl of fruit and yogurt.

I made my pancakes next and woke him up while I waited for the last one to cook. "Hey," I nudged his shoulder. "I made you some breakfast."

"Mmmfff," he growled and turned his head over ignoring me.

"Get your ass up," I sat on op of him and jumped, making him even more moody. My laugh came out uncontrolled as I leaned down and kissed his back. "Harry, wake up."

When he was no longer responsive, I gave up and went back to my food. I guess I'll just eat alone. I sat there and ate my two pancakes and packed a fruit bowl and an individual yogurt for lunch. I knew my hair would dry on the way to work, so I just put on my shoes and left. He would eventually wake up and he could reheat his pancakes then. Yeah, that would be fine...

My phone startled me on my walk to work and I looked down to see a call from Fiona. "Hey."

"Hey, I'm not sure why, but you have a huge package here. Its specifically for you," her voice was quizzical and I was just as curious.

"What? Are you sure it's for me? Check again."

"It says to Callie Loretta Steele. Your middle name is Loretta?" she giggled.

"Yeah, it's seriously unfortunate," I laughed with her. "But that's weird? I really wasn't expecting anything? I'll be there in five. I'm just now walking up to the building."

"Ok. I have it in your office."

"Thanks, Fi."

"Of course," her Irish accent was crisper and I wondered if the package was from Alaric? Maybe from Hailey? Or Harry? They were really the only three that knew my middle name. This was so random! But why wouldn't they just send it to my apartment rather than my work?

I was on the verge of running when I got off the elevator to our floor, but I took it slow and decided it wasn't such a big deal. It would still be there if I was on my way five minutes from now. Fiona smiled at me as I walked back to my office passing all the fashion cubicles on my way. The package sat there outside of my door and I pulled it into the room as I turned the light on. It was heavy, but not solid heavy.

I sat it on the table and pulled at the brown paper covering the box. It didn't have a return address and I thought maybe someone hand delivered it? As the brown paper was stripped from the box, it became clear that this wasn't any ordinary shipment. This was a box from Burberry thanking me for my campaign with Hailey of course. I opened the little card on the front and read the hand written note.

Ms. Steele,

You were simply lovely in our campaign with Ms. Hailey Thomas. We would like to invite you to our fashion show this fall and we would love to send you a custom outfit to wear to it as well. Our team will be in touch with you for future campaigns. You are completely stunning and we would love to make you the face of Burberry in the upcoming new year. You are everything Burberry admires in women around the globe. Thank you again for your beautiful feature. Here's our gift to you! Also, congratulate Mr. Harry Styles for us on his new record. His gift will be coming shortly.