Trendsetter (book 2) - H.S

Chapter 33: Everything I Wanted.

A/N: a soft picture of El because she deserves your kindness through everything and all the understanding okay?! Okay good glad we cleared that up, don't be mean to El for her decisions!!!!!

EL'S POV:

Being home has been better than expected. Mostly because Harry's actually been on some sort of break from all the work. He's been off of his phone, he's been by my side, and he's been so kind, and caring. Sometimes we forget how the other can be in a relationship because we're so consumed in work. Sometimes I forget how silly he is, or how good he is in bed, but he always reminds me sooner or later. Bo has completely opened up too. He's been jumping, and running. We even heard him barking. I facetimed my parents so Harry could say hi, and I also showed them the little guy, letting them say hi to him as well. My dad was very proud of the name, he said it was perfect, and he's glad I haven't thrown all the southern inside of me away just yet. I'd never let it all go though, it's always going to be a part of me.
"El, throw me the measuring tape please..." Anthony calls to me as I sit at my desk. Apart from being apart of my team, he's trying to build his name as well, just like I did. He's working with Serena Williams. She called and he picked up, she was calling for me but I wasn't available, they got to talking, and she wanted to work with him which was incredible to hear. So he's starting on that, but we're back here, through the shop in the customs section, the rest of the showroom is being browsed by normal onlookers, scanning through the normal everyday clothes, trying them on, putting their orders in through me. I pass Anthony the tape measure, and smile over my shoulder as I do, feeling more than proud of him. I'm proud of myself. It's the middle of March, and today is a special day for all of us, me especially. The chatter in the room grows, and I turn seeing something I didn't think to see.
"What are you doing here?" I ask, seeing Harry walk through the people, straight to me. They're all staring, looking at him with prying eyes, and wondering minds.
"I had to bring you these... I thought they fit the occasion of today." He tells me, pulling out flowers from behind his back. The brightest yellow sunflowers. "I wanted to buy myself a copy, but I knew I'd read it if I did so I waited... Darling I'm so proud of you." He hands me the flowers, and I take them, smiling, and looking back to him.
"Thank you.... You're the sweetest ever. I should be done here within the hour, but you might want to just go upstairs, or make yourself busy because everyone is staring..." I tell him, looking behind him to see the people whispering. Harry Styles enters Gucci showroom... someone call the newspapers....
"Let them stare, today is your big day darling... I'll be upstairs." He tells me, and I smile, handing him the flowers. "And I'll put these in water for you." He tells me, and turns away, going straight up the stairs. The chatter slows, and the store buzzes, people coming in and out, looking at things, placing orders. Anthony finished up with his consultation with Serena, and we waited until the clock hit six to lock the doors. Anthony, and I make our way up the stairs together, and see Harry sitting with Bo on the couch, his phone held up over his head. "Finally." He mumbles, sitting up, the dog moving to his side as he does.
"Chill out." I mumble, going to the box on my dining table. I haven't even opened it yet, haven't looked at the cover, haven't seen any spoilers. I've been scared to honestly, knowing they didn't put anything bad on there, but knowing there could be a lot of hatred surrounding the interview, the cover. I look at the box, and Harry steals it from my hands, bringing it back into the living room for him and Anthony to look at.
"You realize staring at it wont open it darling? You've actually got to open it yourself, and don't say you're nervous, and don't want to see it. We'll look first, make sure it's nothing bad." He tells me, smirking up to me, and he starts cracking the box open, which makes me turn my back to them. This is a good thing, this is an amazing thing, I should be excited, not horrified, but I can't help it. I hear him gasp, and I turn around instantly, my fingers to my lips, my brows knitted together in concern. His hands are in the box, and his eyes are stuck on the magazine, though I can't see it. He's mesmerized, and his eyes are scanning. As soon as they get to the bottom of the cover his face melts, and he looks to me. "El... I'm not even going to try to explain it, come on..." He waves me over, and I come over, not fearing it anymore. He passes me the magazine, and I hardly recognize myself... So much confidence in one picture... I look... I look beautiful, and the headline.
"The new face of design..." I mumble, almost unable to comprehend what this is, what this could do for me...