Fear Of Loving

Confessions // Tears [19]

♡Hanah's POV♡

You know it's an end to something beautiful when something fantastic happens afterwards.

It was already 6:00 pm, and I finished taking a shower. My phone was bombarded with messages from Ryan telling me to get ready for our dinner, hang out? Date?

Not date.

Hang out.

I felt giddy inside as I was picking out my outfit. Butterflies erupted from my stomach every time my phone would buzz.

Why was I feeling this way? Hanah, stop it.

My phone came to a point where it won't stop buzzing. Freaking, Ryan.
I unlocked my phone, called Ryan and placed it on speakers.

"What do you want?!" I nearly shouted.

"I'm at your front door, hurry up!"

"What the fuck? Why are you early??" I slipped out of my pjs and quickly threw my outfit on.

Before he spoke, I talked again. "Nevermind that. I'm done, see you in a few seconds."

I raked my fingers threw my hair, slipped my phone in my back pocket, grabbed a jacket and my wallet then skipped downstairs.

"There's a guy waiting for you," my dad acknowledged as I passed him.

"No dip Sherlock," I replied sarcastically.

"I don't want that type of tone, young lady!" He joked.

"Please," I looked back at him while opening the door.

And there stood Ryan. Freshened up, and looking nice. Hot, being the better word to describe him.

"I'm going now, bye!"

Before I could escape, my dad shouted out my name. He called down Ashlyn, and it was a whole family evaluation on Ryan.

Hope he doesn't have any tattoos that he regrets.

Where was Reese and Aidan? Can they please bail me out of this one?

"What do you plan on doing when you grow up?" My dad asked.

My eyebrows cocked up and my face expression read, what the fuck.

"I don't know yet, sir. I haven't had my life mapped out yet but I promise you the homeless route is not in the plans."

"Great guy, ain't he?" I said. "Can we please leave?"

"How many children do you want?" Ashlyn asked.

Now, what the fuck. Again.

"As many of my wife wants," Ryan answered.

I was mentally shooting myself in head as the life questions went on and on and on, never ending.

One after another, the questions seem to personally reflect on Ryan and my's relationship.