Don't tell my mother

19

I quickly dart upstairs and that's when the reality hits me, I'm actually meeting my father today, my actual father. What do I wear? Do I wear casual or Formal? Do I want my hair curled or straight? Hair up or down? Do I wear makeup? So many questions are racing through my head but there's one question which really sticks and makes me feel nauseous to just think about... Do I tell my mother?
I try to calm myself down and take a quick shower. Once I'm showered I brush my teeth and then my hair. I decided to come to the conclusion that I should just wear my hair straight. It's what I usually wear and I really want him to see the true me.
I apply light makeup, just like I usually would and decide to wear a red bandeau top, some black leggings and a jean jacket with my ankle boots. Once I'm dressed presentable I walk out of my room and back down stairs to see Myles sat on the Sofa watching TV. I plonk myself down next to him and instantly go on my phone.
"Everything okay?" Myles asks me whilst running his hand up and down my thigh.
I nod with a polite smile. He places a small kiss on my temple and turns his attention back to the TV.
"You sure you don't want me to come with you for moral support?" He asks me with a worried look on his face.
"I'm sure I'll be fine, I promise, thank you though." I respond more nervous then ever before. He grabs my hand and rubs his thumb in circles on my hand trying to calm me. I'm beyond thankful that he's here. I put my phone down and snuggle into his side and turn my attention to the TV.
Before I know it, it's time I went to my dads. I stand up and brush myself down before giving Myles a quick hug and making my way towards the door.
"I shouldn't be too long, I'll be back for supper hopefully," I say with a warm smile grabbing my bag off the cabinet next to the door.
"Okay, I'll See you," Myles says with a small wave as I make my way out.
I can't believe this is happening.

As I'm walking down the street I see Myles pass by in his car, he never mentioned he was going out. I'm guessing he's just going to see Devon or maybe grab some food. Maybe I'm just over thinking this. Now my mind is going back to when I heard him on the phone yesterday. Briar, stop, it's nothing. I keep telling myself as I continue to walk to the house.
I grab my phone out my pocket to call Abbey and let her know that I've set off and I won't be long. I wonder what my dads like. Will he like me? Is he tall or petite? Is he a dog or cat person? I wonder what his house is like.

Thank you for everyone who commented to continue with this book! This chapter probably won't be the best as I was trying to pick up where I'd left off! I'm so excited to continue with this book as I've got so many ideas which I can hopefully incorporate into this in some way, shape or form! 💗

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