Never Say No (One Direction)

Chapter 3

Ronnies POV

“Hi Grandad! I’ve missed you so much, how are you?” I greeted Grandad giving him a hug.

“I’ve missed you too Ronnie, I’m so happy to see you! You’re so grown up! How long has it been 3 years?” he asked grinning at me, I smiled back at him, “So do you have a boyfriend yet? I really want to get to meet him before it’s too late if you get what I mean.” He said seriously.

“Grandad, don’t say things like that! Remember you promised me you will live forever.” I told him.

“I know, I know, but you never know when the big man upstairs is going to call.” He joked putting his arm around me and guiding me through the care home. Even since Grandma died he suddenly wasn’t scared of dying himself, claimed that she was watching over him, over all of us and when it was his time he would watch over us as well.  We walked past many old people my Grandad proudly showing us off to them all. It made me happy that he was proud of his family.

“Grandad how far away are we from Central London?” Emily asked, probably getting her bearings to start the epic harry styles hunt.

“About 30 minutes why?” he answered guiding us into his room. I took a seat in the armchair. “Hey, kiddo, you know that’s my chair, get up!” my Grandad warned me playfully although I noted the sadness in his eyes. I smiled slightly up at him getting up none the less. I remember when I was younger and I went to see Grandma and Grandad at their house he would always be sat in the chair. He would lift me up onto to his knee and ask me all sorts of stuff, telling me stories and jokes. Quite frequently I would end up falling asleep on him and I would miraculously wake up the next morning in the guest bedroom, Grandma always complained how she never got to sit in it but there is a beautiful picture of them sat in the chair together, gazing into each other’s eyes. They were soul mates and to say the death affected my Grandad was a bit of an understatement, simple things like this chair would bring back memories, however he would never get rid of it. My sister, oblivious to my reminiscing, was babbling on to my parents and Grandad about how One Direction was currently nearby and how she must go and see them.

“We’ve only just got here Emily, you’re not going anywhere for today.” My Dad said but his looked told her to drop it before she carried on.

“So what have you all been up to?” My Grandad asked, changing the subject. I continued to tell him how I wanted to go into Journalism after school and the A-levels I was thinking of taking next year. He was engaged throughout the whole conversation; something I loved about him. We talked for hours; catching up on the most tedious of things, talking away into the evening.

“I think we better go out and eat.” My Dad said checking his watch.

 “Where are we going?” I questioned.

“Well I was thinking-“

“OMG, Dad! Please, please, please can we go to The Ivy?!” Emily jumped up.

“Why? Who’s there?” he asked suspiciously. My guess it’s a certain curly haired boy with initials HS.

“No one...” she said not looking into his eyes. “Please can we go, pretty please? It’s really nice!”

“Okay, okay we’ll go, everyone be ready in half an hour.” He agreed getting up and starting to get ready. If we’re going out I’m going to have to get changed. I sighed going over to my bag and taking out a pair of brown shorts and a flower print vest top. Getting changed into them I tucked my top into my shorts, put on a few bracelets then found my favourite pair of wedges at the bottom of my bag.  Putting on a little bit of makeup and checking myself in the full length mirror I made my way to stand in the lobby of the care home and waited for my family. Emily was on her phone tweeting away to her thousands of followers, the perks of being a directioner from the start. I leant back on the wall, greeting any of the old people that walked pass.