Take My Hand...|Rye Beaumont

Twenty-One|False Hope

Sunday 21st January 2018

"So, you've met Rye now, what do you think of him?" I asked putting some prescribed tablets into my mouth and washing them down with a glass of water.

"A very good lad," my Dad stated digging into his spaghetti bolognese.
"Is that it?" I asked with a giggle.
"Well I don't exactly have much to go off do I," He chuckled.

"No but genuinely, he seems like a really loving and supportive person," He added making me smile.

After clearing away our dinner plates, we gathered on the sofa, just like we used to, and then we'd just talk to one another for quite a long time to be honest. The conversations would vary between what we are really loving at the moment to what we want to change in our lives and all that. It's quite fun to have that 1 to 1 time with my Dad, just the two of us as Brad is barely ever home anymore.

"Tell me more about Ryan then, I wanna know if he's fully worthy for my princess," he said tapping my leg and then leaning back and crossing his arms.

"What do you want to know?" I asked while giggling.

"Anything, just the basics to start."

"Okay, I'm sure I told you most things about him when we first started dating but oh well," I agreed with a smile and I couldn't avoid a laugh at how eager my dad was.
He grinned as well however went back to a straight face as he heard I was about to start. God my Dad hey.

"He's 21, 22 on the 24th, If that makes sense?" I questioned contradicting my words.

"As you know, he's in a band called RoadTrip with 4 other members - Andy, Brooklyn, Mikey and Jack, and his manager is Blair Dreelan."

"He grew up in Spain, London and Somerset, he has 1 older brother and 2 younger brothers who are twins and his parents too." I carried on explaining.

"Wait, is his mum fit?"
"Dad!" I exclaimed slapping his arm, "you can't say that."
"Why? Can't you just be step siblings instead, I don't want my baby to grow up." He said with a hint of sadness in his voice.

"Sorry but I really don't think that's an option," I replied, "anyway I'll always be your baby no matter how much I've 'grown up'."

"Good." He nodded with a smile.

"And for your information his mother is a very lovely woman." I laughed.

Around an hour later we finished talking and I went upstairs.
I hadn't really done much today, nothing eventful anyway unless you want to count ironing as eventful.
I had unpacked the rest of my case and bags and managed to get everything washed and ironed.
I had a couple hours nap as advised by the doctors. They said if I was going to be up a lot of the day instead of bed bound, make sure I have a long rest at some point throughout the day.

It wasn't actually that late when I was ready for bed - showered, dressed and everything. So I opened up my laptop and went onto YouTube.
The first video to appear on my recommendation list was one of RoadTrips they had posted earlier today called 'Racing Homemade Go Carts *GONE WRONG*'.
I pressed on it, waiting to skip the ad, then watching the video.
Once again, they filled me with laughter and happiness as I watched them mess about on my screen whilst I was snuggled up beneath the covers. I remember them speaking about the idea of RoadTrip VS and what it would entail, they must've filmed this when I was out with Hollie the day after we got back from Spain.

That night I went to sleep pretty much straight after watching that one video of the boys, I was so unbelievably tired and was in need of a long rest.

Monday 22nd January

When I woke up this morning I felt very motivated, I didn't want to stay in the house all day, by the end of the day I wanted to be able to feel as though I had achieved something today instead of lounging around the house all day wearing joggers, a hoodie, a bare face and my hair in a messy bun.
Therefore when I got out of bed at 7:45 I made it my mission to actually do something, my head injury was no longer giving me a huge headache thankfully, and I would just have to get over my slight fear of driving sooner rather than later.