My Safe Haven (BxB)

Chapter XVII - Friday Night

Andrew's POV – 26 July 2019 (Friday)

Have you ever been so excited for something that you don't sleep the night before it happens? Yep, that's me. I did not sleep a wink, tossing and turning all because I couldn't keep my excitement in check. I know I said this was a friendly meet-up, so I don't understand why I feel so freaking giddy.

I roll off the bed and make my way into the bathroom, stopping in front of the mirror. Gosh, anyone has any tips to control excitement, because this is too much.

"What are you doing to me Ian?" I ask no one in particular, smiling a bit at the nickname. Just thinking about this, makes me remember how widely he smiles when I call him that. Shit, I gotta stop blushing like this whenever he crosses my mind. I mean, we're not together or anything like that, so my behavior is quite odd.

As I continue to stare at my reflection in the mirror, I do not miss how dark the bags under my eyes are; perks of not sleeping well for the past few days. I mean, I know I said I didn't sleep because I've been so excited, but another one of the reasons why I haven't been sleeping that well is because the gears in my head are always running. More especially after the conversations I shared, with not only my grandpa, but Johnny as well. Side note, we have gotten closer over the past few days. These conversations really gave me a revelation of the fact that sometimes you need to be selfish, and forget about what people want and focus on what you want. I'm threw with living based on my parents' expectations. I'm gonna do what I feel is right for me, not them. To hell with them and their standards. I'm gonna do me now, and if they feel like I've disappointed them...well, that will be another normal day in the office. Nothing was ever good for them anyways.

I hop into the shower and turn the faucet on, letting the cold water fall on me.

"Ahh" I say in comfort, just what I need to thoroughly wake me up. Goodness, there's something about cold showers that is just so relaxing. I don't know what it is, but it is.

"Andrew!" Who the hell is calling my name when I'm in the shower? "Andrew!"

"I'm in the shower mom!"

"Well get out your father wants to talk to you!" she argues. Why are these people expecting me to leave the shower when I was enjoying it so much? What is wrong with these people? "Did you hear me?"

"Yes mom, I heard you" I say with an eye roll. These people really didn't want to see me happy.

For peace sake, I shut the water off and grab the towel, drying myself off before walking out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. I drop the towel, and pull up my pyjama pants and throw an old shirt over my head. Don't, and I mean DON'T ask about the underwear! I just want to hear what they have to say and leave them. The further I am away from them, the better.

I leave the bedroom and make my way down the stairs. I can only wonder what they have to say, but I have a good feeling that all they wanted to do was complain because that's all they do. I finally make it into the kitchen, only to find my parents sitting next to each other on the bar stools. My father in a business suit, and my mother in another one of her fancy dresses. Why are they so dressed up so early?

"Good morning" I say sweetly.

"Oh yes Andrew, your father wants to speak to you." A good morning back wouldn't hurt.

"I'm all ears, I guess" I sigh. My father looks up at me when he hears my words.

"Don't be rude" he reprimands. It's never too early for fighting in my dad's world.

"I apologize" I say, taking a seat across from them.

"As your mother just said, I wanted to talk to you. As you know, your mother and I have been working tirelessly for the past few months, and all that hard work has paid off" my father says shooting a smile at my mom. Woah, that's a first! This man rarely smiles, to an extent that sometimes I'd wonder if he had teeth, but he'd remind me as soon as he opens his mouth to start complaining. "We've signed a deal with a major client and we'll be hosting a party to celebrate the new partnership," he adds proudly. "So, I expect you to dress for the occasion. You need to wear that navy tux with a white shirt, black tie and no sneakers! I don't want to see sneakers." See why I didn't like this guy? I know he's my dad, but he's a freaking dictator. So now he's my stylist?