I woke up feeling sick. My stomach was churning and I was sweating like crazy. I stood up dizzily, and rushed up to my bathroom, as quietly as I could. I sat down in front of my toilet and that's when it came up. I felt like trash. It was almost as if I was spitting out vinegar and acidic liquids. My entire body ached. When everything was out, I started bawling. I couldn't help it. I started hyperventilating and feeling super dizzy. The room spun around me. Everything went black.
Everything was cold. My mouth tasted bad, and I could smell the vomit. I sat up, a headache just barely there. I rubbed my eyes and stood up. I flushed the toilet and brushed my teeth. I headed into my room, and glanced at my clock. 7:58 a.m. Merry Christmas to me. I changed into a pair of dark jeans, and a white sweater, along with a burgundy scarf. My hair was somehow still perfect. I sat at my vanity and put on some light makeup. I was still feeling a little sick, so when I was finished I took some tylenol. I glanced in the living room and everyone was still asleep, so I headed back up to my room. I turned on The Bastards at a low volume and laid across my bed. I pulled out my phone and checked my Dm's. Everyone was being so kind and sweet. I posted some of the other pictures from yesterday and scrolled through Instagram for a while. At 830, I could hear someone walking around downstairs, and headed down with them.
Sebastian was in the kitchen making coffee and starting breakfast. I walked in and he looked up at me. "Merry Christmas, Dad." I said, sitting at the island.
"Merry Christmas. How'd you sleep?" He cracked a few eggs into a bowl.
"Fine, up until I woke up and got sick." I yawned.
"Are you okay?" He continued to whisk the eggs.
"Yeah, I'm fine now, I took some tylenol and layed back down." I adjusted my scarf.
"Why don't you go wake everybody up. Once breakfast is done, we can all eat, and then do gifts." He turned around and continued cooking. I stood up and walked into the living room. Alex was on his back, hands covering his face. I sat on his lap, moved his hands and started kissing his face all over. He groaned and kissed me back.
"Good morning Prince Charming. And a merry Christmas to you." I kissed him again and got up. I walked up to Remington and started tickling him. He tried to push me away but I fought back. Our laughing ended up waking everyone up and they all stretched.
I went back over to Alex and snuggled up with him. Everyone woke up, and soon Sebastian was yelling that breakfast was ready. We all sat down at the table and ate. Pancakes, eggs, bacon, toast, the works. Everyone ate and then headed back to the living room. Once everyone was full, I helped clear away the dishes and put away the leftovers. Everyone gathered in the living room, chatting away excitedly. I hurriedly ran up to my room, returning with a large number of gift bags. I sat them down, and went over to stand by Alex. The boys were giving their mother and girlfriends their gifts. They all hugged excitedly. I handed the boy's their gifts: For Sebastian: a hand engraved spatula that says "thank you dad". For Emerson, a gallon of trumoo and a sketchbook that I decorated, and for Remington, a black beanie with a little jar of nutella as a patch. They all got mini letters as well. The boys all hugged and thanked me. They handed me their gifts. Remington got me some new band t-shirts and jewelry, Sebastian got me some boots and WEIRD! The album, and Emerson made me a painting to hang in my room. I thanked them all.
"I have one more surprise for you, Emma. But it's not down here. It's up in your room." I looked at him puzzled, and headed up to my room. I slowly opened the door. A scream filled my room. I slammed the door shut and gathered my thoughts. The boys came running up the stairs.
"I'm okay. I'm just extremely shocked and happy." I opened the door. There sitting on my bed was DOMINIC HARRISON. His strawberry red hair was a mess as usual, and he was wearing black pants and a hoodie. "Oh my god, Hi."
"Hi. How are you!" He got up and gave me a hug. I almost screamed again. I hugged him back.
"I'm good. Actually I'm great. This is the best Christmas ever. I have never been this happy."
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A story for Ma Cherie
Fanfiction16 year old Emma had been living in an orphanage since she was 13. One day, she was in her room listening to her favorite bands, when she was called down to do an adoption interview. She was shocked to see her favorite band sitting in the room. Happ...
