Turning the Rebel Good

Chapter Twenty-Two - I Beg To Differ

*Ryan's POV*

~~RECAP~~ 

The doorbell rang again. 

"What?" I asked with my eyes squeezed shut as I pushed my hair out of my face. 

"Ryan?" A British accent asked causing me to freeze in place. 

I slowly opened my eyes to see....

Present Time~~~ 

"DADDY!!" I cheered as I pulled him in for a hug. 

"Hey sweetie! I see you're keeping your red hair?" He laughed. 

"Well yeah." I laughed. "What are you doing here in LA this early in the morning?" I asked as we walked into the kitchen. 

"Well I just wanted to visit my daughter, that's all." He half smiled at me as he sat on a stool by the kitchen island. 

"That's sweet." I smiled back at him as I placed a cup of tea in front of him. 

"I also have some news and a favor to ask from you." He cleared his throat. 

"Of course you do." I laughed. "Let's hear it." I said as I took a seat by him. 

"Well." He began. "One Direction are going to be in Los Angeles for a while." He looked at me. 

I nodded my head for him to continue. 

"I was wondering if they could stay here with you for that time....." He trailed off. 

"Of course. But how long exactly?" I raised an eyebrow at him. 

"Just a few months. Like 6 or 7..." He looked down at his cup of tea. 

"Fine." I rolled my eyes. "But why are they gonna be here?" My curiosity is getting the best of me. 

"They need a vacation, plus me and your mother need some time to reconnect." He replied deep in thought. 

"Reconnect, eh? I could get some handcuffs for you to bring back." I wriggled my eyebrows at him. 

My comment caused Simon to nearly choke on his tea. I burst out laughing as his eyes went wide. 

"You don't have to take them." I smiled still laughing. 

"Anyways, the boys will be here tomorrow." Simon said as he stood up and put his cup in the sink. 

"So glad this place has like a billion rooms." I muttered. 

"20 to be exact. Oh and 16 bathrooms." Dad corrected me. 

"I know, it was a hyperbole." I laughed as I shook my head. 

"Ok and I should get going." Simon said as we began walking to the front door. 

"Oh and Ryan?" 

"Hm?" I asked. 

"Can I....erm....get those handcuffs now?" He whispered the last part. 

I laughed as I opened the drawers by the front door and pulled out handcuffs and a set of keys. 

"There you go." I said as I handed then over. 

He quickly shoved then in his pocket and walked to the limo waiting outside. 

I closed the door and walked back down to the basement. Surprisingly, everyone was awake and watching T.V. 

"Where were you?" Luke asked as he saw me come downstairs.