That Was Not In The Script (Rydon fanfic) (ON HOLD)

Preperation

Ryan POV

"Daddy wake up!" Harry sceamed, jumping up and down like a trampoline.

It's saturday. Oh shit.

"Aright, alright go downstairs, ok?" I sigh, wiping my eyes with my pyjama sleave.

Harry giggled excitedy before rushing out of my room as fast as he can. I smile slightly at the sight, my little boy.

I bite my lip. Four years hiding under the covers, crying silently, ad then I accept a date in, what? Two seconds flat. Am I betraying Imogen? Would she want me to carry on? Or would she want my sorrow? I don't know, but I do know Harry likes Brendon, that's a good start right?

I sigh again, getting up fom my bed and travelling to my closet, getting fresh jeans, a red t-shirt and my Doc Martins. I don't bother with my hair yet, because I have a little boy downstairs probably raking the cupboards.

I run downstairs to see, indeed, my little boy reaching his arms up. I roll my eyes and grab him from behind, placing him in his high chair. I open the cupboard and grab a dish, serving breakfast and placing it in front of Harry. He giggles excitedly, shoving the food down his voice.

I smile slightly, turning the toaster on and placing pieces of bread in there, pushing the button down. 

"Slow dow Harry or you'll get indegestion," I tell him, although he wouldn't understand me.

Harry just giggles even though food was still in his mouth, making it run down his chin.

"Eww, you are gross," I remark, but I'm holding back a laugh.

Harry holds his hands out and I clean up his bowl, wiping away the muck from the high chair in the process.

I let Harry out and he just walks over to his toys, playing with a plastic truck.

I smile slightly, what have I done? Accepting  date? Really? I've been avoiding them for four years. Damn you Brendon. Damn you.

I know what Jack would say, "Get over it! You're 22, let yourself have some fun!"

Maybe I should take his advice for once. I mean, maybe it would be fun. Brendon seems cheerful.  I bite my lip slightly.

Should I even go? Yeah, actually, I think I will. I nod cofidently before grabbing my phone and ringing my mum, Harry needs watching.

"Why are you calling?" she asks, sounding quite tired.

"Can, you, err, watch Harry for a few hours?" I ask,sounding uncertain, my confidence drifting away.

"Why?" she asks, but she has a soft voice now, sounding happy.

"I'm, err, going out with a friend," I say, closing my eyes.

"Oh, like a date?" she gets to the point immeditely.

"You don't beat around the bush do you?" I sigh, rubbing my eyes. I feel old for a twenty two year old.

"Ha, no I don't. I'll be there in half an hour, alright?" she says, and I think she's moving around.

"Yeah, great, thanks," I dismiss, smiling slightly.

And then the line went dead.

I can't believe I asked her that. I, yeah, well, I guess I did.

*half an hour later*

"Hey mum," I greeted, opening the door.

She smiled brightly, and I noticed she had shopping bgs. She spoils Harry too much.

"Right, when's your date?" and I swear her eyes are twinkling.

"You need to stop beating around the bush, mother. Calm it, it's only coffee," I say, rolling my eyes.

"Whatever, it's all the same to me," she shrugs, reaching down and ruffling Harry's hair.

"Right, okay,I'm off, see yeah later Haz," I smile, kissing his forehead.

"Have fun!" mum calls.

Yeah, I think I will.