𝗘𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗟𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 [ 𝚃𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜 ] ❜

𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝐺𝑜𝑑 𝐼𝑡𝑠 𝐶ℎ𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑚𝑎𝑠

𝐼𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑐ℎ - 𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑡 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝐶ℎ𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑚𝑎𝑠, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑌/𝑁 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑡 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒

Inspired by: Thank God It's Christmas ~ Queen

I have no idea why my brain decided it wanted to write a Christmas themed oneshot at the beginning of April, but, here we are!
Please enjoy some needed very loved up fluff xxx

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It had been 5 months since Mark left. He'd gone on tour with Take That, and I couldn't have been prouder of him. He'd been so excited, and there was no way I was going to stop him from going. That didn't mean I missed him any less desperately, or that I never had nightmares of him shagging some pretty blonde in a dingy nightclub in Munich every night.

I knew my Markie .He would never cheat, he promised me that when he first joined the band, but there was no denying that man was a babe magnet: the prettiest cerulean eyes, the most purely adorable face, the brightest of smiles. Bloody hell, he was any women's dream man, and then there was me, just your average looking and working woman. The time away had left me growing more and more convinced that Mark was going to come back with some whore on his arm and not even remember me.

Those are the kind of thoughts that consumed me as I drove to my parents house. It was Christmas Day, but I wasn't in the most cheerful of moods. This would be my first Christmas without Mark. They usually made it back for this time of year, but their manager, Nigel, had booked some last minute concerts up until Christmas Eve and due to flight delays, they wouldn't be back until the 28th.

There was a desperate emptiness in my heart as I made the 3 hour long trip back to my family home. Usually, this journey would go really fast, time whistling past in a blur of karaoke singing to the radio and laughter. This year, I could barely give a toss about having the radio on.

Arriving after a long 3 hours, I prepared my best fake smile. Inside I may have been hurting like hell, but that didn't mean I was planning on ruining my families Christmas being in an obviously bad mood. Somehow though just seeing mum's shining smile at the door was enough to genuinely lighten my heart.

"Oh hello my darling, merry Christmas!" I was attacked with a bone crushing hug, my first hug in 5 months. I fought back tears.

"Merry Christmas mama." She pressed a kiss into my hair before moving aside to let me in. I walked into the living room to be met with over twenty people running round in ugly sweaters. Just an average Christmas at my parents house, really.

Sat playing with my little cousin, I spotted dad, who immediately flounced over upon noticing me.

"Oh there she is! Merry Christmas kiddo!" I rolled my eyes playfully, giving him an affectionate peck on the cheek.

"Merry Christmas dad. Did you miss me?"

"We did pumpkin. Thought that being the girlfriend of an international pop star had finally made you forget all about your family!" There was a slightly sarcastic and bitter edge to dad's tone, rendering me speechless for a minute. Luckily grandma, absentmindedly carving the turkey, came to my rescue.