The Pool Boy

Burberry Fashion Show. (25th Chapter)

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Melody's POV:

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“I better go.” I shift my weight from Harry’s lap, and he nods slowly. As I walk to the door, his voice stops me. “Mel?” I rotate my head to look at him, and hum my reply: “Mhm?” He stares in my eyes, and I notice how passionate they are. “You don’t hate me for my past?” 

I know I have told him countless times that I don’t, but the vulnerable boy still wants a confirmation. “Never.” He smiles at me and I blow him a kiss, before leaving the guesthouse. I am going to work nonstop till I figure out a way to make him happy. I want Harry to be able to stop worrying about money. I want him to feel satisfied about his mother, and how she’s living.

“Miss Cramer?” I stop in my tracks, while Albert walks to meet me half way inside. “I know it isn’t my business, but what you’re doing is wrong.” I am stunned to what my butler states, he couldn’t possibly know what Harry and I share; could he?! “I didn’t get your point. What is it that I’m not doing right, Albert?” He huffs a breath and replies: “Your father won’t be pleased to know about your pool employee and yourself. I am not interfering but please do not do something that could cause chaos to this household.”

 I never seemed to underestimate the middle- aged butler, but his knowledge shocks me. “First of all, his name is Harry. Second of all Albert, I respect you so much; you’ve practically helped in raising me since I was a child. You’re like family to my father and me. If I were doing the wrong thing, I would have known. But, I’m pleased you’re worried about me. Don’t be alright?” He nods silently, and I mentally give myself a pat on the back for handling this smoothly.

As I climb up the stairs, I unlock my laptop and begin the search for Harry’s mother. Searching for Harry’s profile page on Facebook, I instantly add him during the process. While roaming through the pictures he’s been tagged in from the past three years, I locate the same picture I saw on his screen earlier. The woman is tagged and the comments are endless. I click on her name and the browser shifts to her page.

Her profile is limited access, but I’m relieved that her information is labeled. I jot down her name, number, her email and the town she’s currently at. She’s in a town called Holmes Chapel, Cheshire, England.

While I write down all of the information on my phone, my door receives a gentle knock. “Who is it?” I call out, and the person replies: “Mellie? It’s me, could I come in?” My dad’s voice shocks me, since I didn’t expect his arrival till three days later. I close my laptop’s screen, and I call back for him to enter.

He walks a little fast to me, and embraces me in his caring arms. “I sealed the deal and came back immediately. I’ve missed you so much, munchkin.” I nod during the embrace, and think clearly on what must I do about Harry’s issue. “(I drop the embrace, and ask him) Dad? I was thinking of taking the jet to London. (I pause and proceed) Burberry’s fashion show is in two days, and I promised Camille that I’ll think about attending. Is that okay with you?” 

My dad looks at me, and he rubs his wrinkled temple a little. “If you promise to hurry back here after the fashion show, then sure I wouldn’t mind a single bit. Have fun and let Albert pack your stuff.” I jump up from bed and hug my dad strongly. This is actually going to work! I will go to England, give Harry’s mom the money, and then come back.

But, wait… What about Camille? If she knows about this she’ll turn ballistic on me. She’s not artificial, but still her mind is rigid about social classes and standards… this is going to be a tough cookie to crack in half.