Dear Santa.

I laughed as Liam carried Stella back into the room, she wasn’t happy that she had been dragged away from her study but I refused to have her wasting this weekend away, even if I did know nothing about it. I did know however that for this weekend we would be spending everyday with the five members of One Direction. There was no way I was going to let that go to waste.

“I knew she would be,” I stated shrugging my shoulders playfully earning a glare from the brunette.

“Well there will be no more of that,” Zayn said appearing with several bottles of beer held in his fingers, “beer anyone,” Harry, Louis, Niall and Liam all grabbed one. I declined telling them that I would make a start on the food. Turning I walked into the kitchen area where the plastic bags had been placed filled with all different types of food, dips, vegetables, crackers, fruit and my favourite dipping chocolate. I could hear Stella laughing and joking with the boys that brought a smile to my face as I chopped up a few carrots into thin sticks along with cucumber, celery, cheese and a few different meats sticks chucking them onto a plate with a dip then piling a heap of crackers on the next plate with another dip.

“Do you need help?” looking up I saw that Harry was leaning against the doorframe leading into the small kitchen area.
Shaking my head, “No thanks I’m right, not much to do now.” It was true all I had left to do was the fruit and dipping chocolate. Bending down I rummaged through the cupboard looking for another plate, pulling it out I nearly screamed when I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist. Harry chuckled at the way I reacted as he pulled me close burying his face into the crook of my neck.

“Have I told you how beautiful you look,” my heart rate began to rise and a warm blush spreading across my cheeks.

“You may have mentioned it once or twice today.”

“Well I’m going to mention it again. You look beautiful,” he pressed his lips to the curve of my shoulder near the base of my neck causing me to shiver and my heart to feel like it would burst out of my chest at the rate it was beating. There was the sound of someone clearing their throat causing me to look up and see Louis standing in the doorway.

“Louis,” I smiled he smiled but it was forced.

“I was gonna ask if you needed help but by the looks of it you don’t,” with that he gripped his beer bottle and turned walking out. I hear Harry laughing behind me. Quickly I turned my head to the side before speaking.

“What’s up with him?”

“He’s always like this,” somehow I didn’t believe that at all but I decided to keep my thoughts to myself, untangling myself from Harry’s arms I turned my attention back to the fruit that I still had to cut up. “Hey did you wanna grab that present you and the boys got for Stel and take it out to her.”

“Sure,” with that he moved away grabbing the plastic bag that held the present for my friend before he walked back out into the lounge room where all of them were sitting talking among themselves. I was still trying to figure out why Louis was being so cold toward me, had I done something to piss him off? I shook the thoughts from my mind. It’s Christmas, I don’t need to be thinking about this at the moment, I need to be relishing in the fact that I am spending Christmas with one of the biggest boy bands ever.
Grabbing the plates I balanced them on my arms before walking out into the lounge room and setting them on the small coffee table that was scattered with a few bottles of beer.

“Wow Olive you really out did yourself,” Niall chuckled before grabbing a cracker. I chuckled rolling my eyes before walking over and grabbing Harry’s beer taking a small swig and handing it back.

“So now what?” I asked, surely there was more to this, the boys would have had to have something mischievous up their sleeves.

“I brought Twister,” Niall smiled like a child at Christmas and I couldn’t help but laugh before looking at Stella. The two of us hadn’t played that game for years, the last time I played it I would have been fourteen and it had been at a sleep over.

“Do you remember the last time we played that?” Stella asked almost as if she could read my mind.

“That was the most awkward game of Twister I have ever played.”

“What! What happened?” Niall asked nearly jumping off the lounge chair with curiosity.

“Let’s just say I got caught in a very embarrassing position with a guy.” Stella and I burst out laughing at the memory. “It’s amazing how I can laugh at it now but back then I wanted to curl up and die.”

“So did Lucas,” a blush instantly spread across my cheeks and I hid my face in my hands.

“God that was terrible.”

Stella continued to giggle before she and Niall hurried off to get the game. Looking up I saw Harry watching me intently, Liam, Louis and Zayn were talking among each other until Niall and Stella returned with the game.

“We’re back!” Niall sang. “We’re gonna have to move this table to get the mat out.” Zayn and Louis got to their feet moving the table out before Niall spread the polka dotted mat out.

“This is going to be interesting,” I said to no one in particular but still heard Stella giggle. I looked at her, “shut up you,” I couldn’t help but chuckle.



“Left foot blue,” Zayn called from his position on the couch while the rest of us tried to stay upright in such a tangled position. My left foot was on one of the last blue spots while my right hand was on one of the middle red spots, my left hand was on one of the last green spots and my left foot was on a higher yellow spot.

“This hurts,” I heard Niall groan, Zayn watched us a cheeky smile spread across his face, “Turn the dial man,” Niall nearly yelled. Sighing he spun the arrow “left foot green,” that was our undoing, all of us fell on top of one and other in a pile of laughter. Slowly the boys began to move off of the mat, I watched as Liam bent down and helped Stella to her feet.

“Come on you,” looking up I met a pair of green eyes and reaching out one of my hands I allowed him to help me to my feet.

“That was awesome fun.” I smiled running my fingers through my hair.

“So what’s next?” Zayn asked as he placed the spinner down and looked up at us all.

“Well I have a present to hand out,” Harry smiled grabbing the plastic bag from the chair he had been sitting in earlier. “Merry Christmas Stella,” Stella looked caught off guard when she was handed the bag.

“Oh you didn’t have to.”

“It’s alright,” Harry smiled shrugging his shoulders. Stella held the present close, “I’ll open it later,” she smiled. Harry nodded his head and turned back walking toward me, I watched him leaning a little closer when he went to whisper in my ear.

“I have an outfit in my bag if you want to change, it was something you left at mine a few weeks ago.” My eyes drifted down to the outfit I was wearing at the moment, a pair of white was skinnies and a white knitted jumper, very plain.

“That would be awesome,” with that I turned and walked toward the room he had shoved his bags, hesitantly I opened the large suitcase smiling when I saw a white plastic bag on top with my name on it. That must have been it, grabbing the plastic I opened it and saw a lot of black. Closing Harry’s bag I pulled the items of clothing out.

When did I get these? I thought to myself as I looked over the items, there was a black tank top, a pair of jeans that were half red plaid and the other half denim, buried further in the bag was a really cool leather jacket and a pair of black boots. I didn’t question it instead I slipped into the clothing before walking back out to the group. I was surprised to find the table was covered with shot glasses and several bottles of alcohol.

“I change my clothes and the alcohol comes out.” I chuckle.

“Very biker chic,” I heard Zayn comment on my clothing and I turned and smiled at him.

“Yeah they’re not bad are they? Anyways what are we playing?”

“You’ll see,” Harry stated patting a spare spot next to him on the ground. I arched my brow at him before taking a seat next to him.

“If you get me drunk it won’t be pretty,” I pointed out to all of the boys in the room considering Stella already knew how messy I was when I was intoxicated.



After several rounds of never have I ever most of the boys were either curled up passed out or babbling about random things that made no sense whatsoever, Niall had begun to play the game by himself simply taking several shots. Zayn was sitting staring blankly at the table, Louis was passed out on the ground, Harry was a laughing mess singing lullabies to himself, Liam was giggling and acting like a small child. Stella and I were tipsy, but not as drunk as the five guys in the room. I think the aim of the game was to see who could out last the other. Niall won hands down.

“I think we should probably get these guys to bed,” I chuckled getting to my feet wobbling a little but not too much. Stella nodded her head. I grabbed Niall while she grabbed Zayn helping the two of them to their feet.

“NO! Put me down! I can still go!” Niall jerked around in my arms causing me to let go of him and he fell face down into the carpet. I sighed bending down to roll him over, when I saw his face his eyes were closed and there was a little blood on his lip. He was out cold so I decided to leave him there. I watched as Stella placed Zayn on the couch covering him with a few of the guys jackets. We decided to leave Louis where he was snoring and I turned my attention to the curly haired male who was laughing and singing incoherent words to a nursery rhyme that he had made up.

“Come on you,” I groaned when he wrapped his arms around me tightly. Gripping him firmly I pulled him to his feet and turned back to look at Stella who was helping a laughing Liam. “You’ll be right?” I asked. She nodded her head yes and I turned heading toward the bedroom.

“I love you,” he stated as he pressed a sloppy kiss to my cheek his breath smelling strongly of the alcohol he had consumed. I kept quiet not sure whether or not to speak. Pushing the bedroom door closed I hobbled over to the bed with all of Harry’s weight on me. I dropped him on the bed and slipped off his boots before straightening his body out on the bed. I leant over him to place his head on top of the pillow. “Come here,” he growled grabbing me around the waist and pulling me onto the bed before rolling on top of me.

“Harry,” startled by his actions.

“Baby as hot as you look in these clothes we need to get them off… right now.” He pressed his lips to mine in a kiss that was crossed between terribly drunk and heavily passionate before he began trailing them down to side of my neck, his lips traced my collar bones sending tingles all over my body. As much as I wanted to continue this he was drunk and I didn’t want to have sex with Harry like this, not drunk, if we were going to have sex I wanted us both to remember it.

“Harry,” I said gasping when his cold hands brushed the warm skin of my stomach as he began fiddling with the button on my jeans. I snapped out of it and grabbed his hands stopping any further advances. “Not like this, please, I…” a grin spread across his face before he pressed another kiss to my lips. “I’m gonna get out of these…” I began squirming out from underneath his large frame and grabbing my pyjamas from my bag hurrying down the hallway to the bathroom where I shut the door quickly. My breath was laboured and my hands shook as I ran them through my flaming hair. Looking at my reflection in the mirror I saw how flushed my cheeks were. Quickly I changed into my pyjamas and walked back into the room. I was surprised to see that Harry had managed to pull his shirt off exposing his tattoos and defined body but that was as far as he got before passing out.

Slowly I walked toward the bed and crept into it burrowing under the blankets squeaking when I felt Harry’s arms wrap around my hips and draw me close to his body.

This was crazy!