𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚢 ~ 𝚠𝚑𝚘'𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚢?

Chapter 18

~Becky's P.O.V~
"Thank you." Dad said to the nurse as we walked out of my hospital room. I smiled and waved, I'm gonna miss her. I was freaking out when everyone went to Jack's house and she stayed and made sure I felt better.

"I've got a surprise for you when we get home." He smirked and giggled. The last time he said he had a surprise for me it was another cat. I'm gonna say it, I don't like cats. I like my own cats, but no others. I think 6 cats is enough.

"Is it another cat..?" I asked as a joke. He laughed and glared at me, with wide eyes.

"No... why? Do you want another?" He asked. I shook my head vigorously, I really don't want another cat.

"Good. Because I didn't get you a cat." He said.

We got in the car and drove back to the house, talking about the new album. Joe and Ben were just listening. They're such fan girls, honest to god.

Dad got out the car and hopped up the steps. I waited for Joe and Ben to get out when I crossed my arms and slowly walked to the door.

"God I can't wait to get inside and slee-" Before I finished the sentence, Dad opened the front door.

"Welcome home, Becky!" I heard what sounded like hundreds of people yell. Ben closed the door and Joe was in shock. Everyone cheered and blasted up the music, basically forgetting we were standing there.

"Go get changed! We'll wait for you down here." I was currently in my pyjamas and one of Dad's jackets, with a pair of old slippers.

I went up to my room and looked in my wardrobe. I literally have nothing to wear. Let's go and look in Dad's wardrobe.

I sneakily ran down the hall and into his room, thankfully, there was no one there. Dad's wardrobe is massive. It's full of clothes from his concerts from years ago, but I'm still obsessed with them.

I found the Betty Boop shirt from the Wembley 1986 concert. The sleeves were still taped together. I sprinted back a cross the landing and back into my own room, I put the top on and it was way too big. I tucked it into a pair of black skinny jeans and it didn't look too bad.

Shoe wise, I put on a pair of pink sparkly sneakers that Uncle Roger gave me for my 15th birthday. They were his in the 70's but he outgrew them. Luckily, they're my exact size.

I opened my bedroom door and was hit with the smell of alcohol and cigarettes.

Joe and Ben were talking at the bottom of the stairs, so I hopped down and smiled.

"Hello." I said smiling.

"Hi..." Joe said.

"What's wrong..?" I asked.

"I-is that your Dad's shirt?" He asked. I nodded and laughed.

"Wembley 1986. Wanna see something cooler?" I asked. He nodded eagerly. They followed me upstairs and back into Dad's wardrobe.

"Look." I pulled out a coat hanger.

"Is that?!" Joe said pointing.

"Live Aid." I responded.

"Can I touch it?" He asked.

"Only if you wash your hands." I said as a joke, he nodded and ran outside to the bathroom, leaving me standing awkwardly. Ben laughed and he came back, patting his wet hands on his jeans.

"That's so cool..."

"And look." I handed him the outfit and walked to the other side of the wardrobe. Dad organised it in order of the year. I basically walked back 8 years and grabbed the harlequin leotard from 1977. I've always loved this outfit.

"Oh wow." Joe said. Ben came over and touched it.

"Ben didn't wash his hands!" Joe yelled. I laughed and shook my head. We heard banging from downstairs so we quickly put everything away and ran down.

Dad was standing on the table with a glass of some sort of alcohol in his hand.

"In celebration of my daughter being released form hospital, we're all gonna get completely piss-faced. Apart from those three." He pointed at us and swallowed basically the whole glass of alcohol.

This is gonna be fun.