Say It; A Nathan Sykes FanFiction

Chapter 20

I walk into the restaurant With dimmed lights that give the place a cool atmosphere. Just before I get to him my Dad turns around a huge smile grows on his face.

"Hayley!" he says walking over to me giving me a hug.

"How was your trip?" I ask him trying to mimic his excitement but it's just so hard while the memory of moms accusations is still fresh on my mind.

"oh it was the same as always! A bunch of old business men talking about boring business stuff." he says jokingly "Is your mother behind you?"

"umm yes she is." I say and hear the door open behind me.

I could feel my mom behind me. It was almost as if she were standing behind me telling me that our conversation isn't over...

My dad signals the waiter who quickly walks over and escorts us to a small table in the corner of the restaurant.

The problem eating with only two other people at a small round table is that you have to sit next to both of those people. No way around it.

I sat with my mom on my right and my dad on my left.

Throughout dinner my dad went on about his trip because anytime he asked me about anything I would answer vaguely with yes, no, maybe.

My mom and dad exchanged looks throughout the dinner. It's like they could tell exactly what the other was saying. I assumed that they were probably talking about their daughter who is some huge untrustworthy bitch unlike her older sister who's completely perfect. Beautiful, pretty, smart, nice and everything else that made a daughter perfect.

At the end of dinner we all walked outside. As I was trying to decide who would be better to go home with my dad told me he wanted to go get ice cream with me.

I went with him because what was I going to say? I don't want to go because while you were gone I magically became lactose intolerant? It's highly unlikely he would go for it. My dad could sense a lie from a mile away. He always knew what was going on. Or so it seemed.

The car ride to the ice cream shop was long and quiet. I turned the radio up but couldn't find one decent song playing on any radio station.

The car pulls up in front of a cute little shop that was, and still is, my favorite ice cream place ever. It makes me smile to think my dad actually remembers. He's been so busy with his work lately he's barely been home so I kinda figured my favorite place for ice cream wasn't something he would've tried hard to remember.

I walk into the small shop and am immediately overwhelmed by the sweet smell of chocolate and vanilla and every flavor ice cream!

I run up to the counter like a little kid and order my usual. 1 scoop of rocky road, 1 scoop of chocolate chip cookie dough, and one of birthday cake with hot fudge and whipped cream on top. It'd become a habit for me to order this because when I first came to the shop I couldn't decide which flavor was best so I tried all of them!!! Me and my dad ate all 34 different ice cream flavors and choose our top 3 and since then that's what we've always gotten.

My dad orders his regular too. 1 scoop of mint chocolate chip, 1 scoop of coffee, and 1 scoop of chocolate vanilla swirl with crushed Oreos and whipped cream with a cherry on top.

"Hey! Hayley look At the new flavor they have!" my dad pointed to a tub of ice cream behind the glass. I walked over to him and looked in. 'Chocolate cookie crumble' which I have to admit didn't sound to bad.

"can we also get 1 scoop of the chocolate cookie crumble ice cream?" my dad says to the boy behind the counter. The boy hands us both our ice creams and my dad pays.

We sit down at a small table and my dad trys the new ice cream. He pauses dramatically as if trying to decide whether or not it's good. He takes another spoonful and gives a nod. "That" he says pointing to the cup of ice cream "is some good ice cream"

I laugh and try it to. "yum!" I say "It's not as good as this rocky road but it's better than the birthday cake!" we both laugh. It makes me realize how much I miss these father daughter moments. I never really thought about how much I missed my dad. I actually get along with him. It's not that me and my mom don't get along it's just... She doesn't understand me like him.

"So Hay, what's going on between you and your mother?" my dad asks in between spoonfuls.

"Nothing... Why do you ask?"

"Well. You two barely said two words each other through dinner and refused to even glance in each others direction." he looks at me with this sort of pain in his eyes "Don't tell me nothing. It kills me that you two can't get along when I'm not around and with my business doing so well I'll probably be around less and less. I just want to know. You can tell me."

I took a breath. Maybe I should tell him I could really use someone who believes me right now. So I tell him. About Sophia and the club and Nathan and everything. The whole time he just listens quietly nodding and not interrupting.

When I'm finally done I let out a deep sigh of relief. It's like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders. I look at my dad.

"Well... You say you didn't do anything... And this Sophia girl seems like a real bitch. Now I might not know everything but I do know that I'm on your side. I believe you.

Those words were like music to my ears.