𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚢 ~ 𝚠𝚑𝚘'𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚢?

Chapter 10

DECEMBER 20th 1988
~Becky's P.O.V~
"Are you sure you've got everything?" Dad asked in a panic.

"Yes, Dad, I'm positive." I groaned.

"Are you sure? I don't want to show up at the airport and find out you don't have a passport."

"Oh my God, Dad. Yes I've got everything." I said, slowly getting annoyed.

"Okay, check." He said. I rolled my eyes and went in my bag, taking out my passport and boarding pass. Dad nodded and turned to Jack, who had his arm wrapped around my waist. He looked at him, then at his hand, then back at his face. Jack quickly put his hand in his pocket and looked at the ground, clearing his throat. He's so adorable I honestly love him.

"Have you got everything, Jack?" He asked. Jack took his backpack off his shoulder and showed Dad that he had everything.

"Right, lets go then." Dad clapped and hopped down the steps and into the car where Terry was waiting. We needed two cars because of how many of us there were. There's me, Jack, Dad, Jim, Phoebe and Terry.

"Right, Jack. You get in with Jim and Phoebe, and me, Terry and Becky will get in this one." He pointed to the car behind.

"Dad, come on." I rolled my eyes and folded my arms.

"What?" He said loading the suitcases in the boot of the car.

"I'm going with Jack." I said. Dad stopped and looked at me.

"Fine. But I'm coming with you. I don't trust you two together, doing all your little things." He pointed at us and pulled a face. Jack came over and kissed my cheek, holding open the car door so I could get in.

"Becky, get in the front." Dad said.

"No, I want to sit in the back!" I said.

"Okay then, Jack. Front." He pointed to the door and Jack hesitantly walked over. I grabbed Dads arm and pulled him to one side.

"You can't be serious." I said.

"What?" He asked all smug.

"You said this holiday was for me and Jack, and you're splitting us up just to take the piss. Can't you leave us to sit together? We're obviously not gonna do anything when you're here." I said. Dad sighed and hugged me.

"Okay, darling. Sorry. I just don't like the fact that you're getting older. You'll always be my baby and you're growing up, I remember when you were this small and-"

"Okay, Dad. I understand." I smiled and walked off.

"Ready?" I asked Jack. He nodded and got in. I followed and closed the door behind me.

"You two excited?" Phoebe asked. I smiled and nodded.

"Yeah, a lot." I crossed my arms and looked out the window. Dad was standing talking to Jim, he looked like he was crying. He's honestly so dramatic sometimes, I bet it's because I've got a boyfriend. He hugged and kissed Jim and held onto his hand as he walked away. Looking at me, he smiled and wiped his eyes, opening the car and getting in.

"What was all that about?" I asked.

"Nothing, darling. Don't worry about it. Right. Ready Phoebe?" He asked. Phoebe smiled and nodded as he pulled out onto the road. He waved behind to Terry and he followed us down the road to Heathrow airport.

After a few minutes of driving, we made it to the airport. It's like 11 at night so it's not too busy. Dad purposely got a late flight because he hated flying so he could go to sleep on the plane. We got out and met up with Terry and Jim. Terry isn't coming on the trip with us, so he said goodbye and left.

We went through security and got our passports checked, then we went into duty free. Dad went to the toilet because he didn't want to get recognised when he was this nervous to fly, so me and Jack walked around the shops.

"Jack!" I called from the other side of the store. He turned and smiled, walking towards me.

"Smell this," I squirted some perfume on my wrist and held it up to his nose.

"Hmm." He said. Why's he so grouchy. Ever since he told me about his fathers diagnosis he's been so mean and acts like he doesn't care. I'm his girlfriend for fucks sake.

"Ok Jack, what's wrong? These past few days you've been so distant from me. If it's about your father, then I-"

"Shut the fuck up, Becky. It's not your place to talk about my father. You'll keep your bitchy little mouth shut or I'll do it for you." He poked my chest after every few words. It really hurt.

"Ok, I'm sorry. I won't mention it again."

"Good. I'm sorry, it's just difficult for me."

"It's okay, don't worry." I kissed his lips and slid my hands down his arm, until I was holding his hand.

"I think the perfumes lovely." He said wrapping his arms around my waist.

"Me too, I think I'll buy it." I put it back and picked up the box, walking over to the till as I held Jacks hand.

"Hello." I said to the cashier.

"Hi, just this?" She asked. I nodded and smiled.

"That'll be £60 please, and I'll need to see your boarding pass." I handed her the money and my boarding pass, she scanned it on the till and handed me my perfume in a little paper bag.

"Thank you." I said, Jack smiled and walked off.

"Becky, Jack!" Jim yelled. We turned and saw Jim and Dad walking towards us. Dad had his cap and sunglasses on, but, luckily, no one really recognised him because he shaved his moustache off.

"Come on, we can go now." He said. I smiled and followed them to the gate, where I handed in my passport and boarding pass. I could tell Dad was nervous, he was shaky and talking a lot.

We got on the plane and sat down, I was next to the window and Dad was in the middle, Jack was next to the aisle. Dad demanded he sit in the middle so we just let him. I can't be arsed with his bullshit anymore.

The plane took off and we were in the air. It's only a few hours to Switzerland, but it's 11 o'clock. Dad fell asleep a while ago so I rested my head on his shoulder. He felt me leaning against him so he wrapped his arm around my body and we fell asleep together.

The next thing I knew, Jim was waking us up because we had arrived in Montreux.