Mixed Direction

Chapter Forty- Two: Naive

{Perrie's POV}

Ever wish you could be a child again? When there were no hard decisions, well none that really matted. When we had the ability to be loud, to make mess, to be absolutely idiotic and it was normal. When everything and anything amazed us. When we actually felt free...

I wake up to feel a prodding sensation on my arm and I can feel the bed weighed down slightly, not to mention now that I am being brought further and further out of my unconscious state, I can hear the sound of three different breathing patterns and I can feel their warm breaths tickling my skin.

"Hmm," I mumble, rolling onto my back and using the palm of my hand to push the loose strands of hair out of my face, slowly opening my eyes to see Ellie, Lillie, and Rosie sitting on my bed, still in their pyjamas, all watching me intently.

"Look," Ellie points to my left and I turn my head, still only half- awake. I look out the windows and then shoot up in bed, the duvet dropping to my waist as the chilly air hits my arms, my short sleeve tee not really providing the right covering for the middle of winter.

The grass is completely coated in thick white snow, the swing set has snow scattered across it and there are actual proper icicles dangling from it. There is snow decorating the trees, there's light water droplets on the glass and everything is silent. Like the silence after the storm, except this is a beautiful aftermath.

"It's snow girls," I tell the twins. I place Rosie and Lillie onto the ground and Ellie jumps off the bed as they rush to the window to look at the snow. Ellie has played in the snow before, but this is the first time for Rosie and Lillie.

I push the duvet off my legs and get out of bed, adjusting my pyjama pants and then going and squatting down in front of the window with the girls. Rosie has her hands pressed to the glass as she looks outside, and Lillie is tracing across the glass with her pointer finger, both of them fascinated by the white substance coating our yard.

"It's cold," Ellie points out. I'm not sure if she means that the snow is cold, or that she is cold. I mean, she's only wearing pyjama bottoms and a short sleeve pyjama top. "The snow is cold," Ellie says it again, this time informing me properly of what she means.

"Yeah Boops, it's cold," I reply and Rosie turns to look at me.

"Touch?" Rosie questions, pointing at the window and out to the snow.

"Do you want to go and play in the snow?" I ask them and Lillie and Ellie both turn to look at me too, all three of them nodding their heads eagerly. "Okay, just wait here a moment so Mummy can get dressed and then we'll find you some warm clothes and we can go and play in the snow," I tell them and they start smiling brightly.

My knees make a slight crack sound as I stand up and then move towards the wardrobe, my feet still a little wobbly from not actually waking up properly yet. I grab out some clothes and then lie them down on the messy bed, pulling off my pyjama top and changing my sleeping bra to a sports bra.

The cold air tingles at my skin, creating an excited feeling within me. Even though I left the heat pump on out in the living area and the panel heaters are on throughout the house, the outside temperature is so cold it is actually casting a new temperature into the house. The same thing that happened when we were younger. The cold that meant snow.

I stretch as Ellie helps the twins back onto the bed- by pushing under their bottoms whilst they try to get up themselves, which ultimately results in them falling face first into the mattress, not that they care. I pull down my pants and the girls start to giggle from where they're now lying under the duvet in the bed, only their faces visible, plus a heap of curly brown hair.