She's Not Afraid

Chapter 16: Christmas Eve

Maggie: I awoke the next day with Niall laying next to me and my phone ringing. I picked it up and got up, walking into the bathroom as to not wake Niall. "Hello?" I answered, not bothering to check Caller ID.

"Hey sweetheart, " my dad said, "Out of curiousity is it snowing where you are?" he asked. I walked out of the bathroom to the window, which showed fresh snow laying down on the pavement.

"Um, yeah," I said.

"Yeah here too," my dad said, "Um, we aren't going to fly out until tomorrow. Sorry."

"Yeah, um, no problem. I'll pick you up then," I said.

"Okay. We love sweetheart," my dad said.

"Love you too," I said, but my parents had already hung up. I sighed.

"Who was that?" Niall asked. He was staring at me, wide awake, just laying there.

"My parents. They can't fly in until tomorrow," I said. Niall nodded.

"So we have today," he said, kissing me. I was bummed. I missed my parents. Oh well.

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Maggie: I got dressed in a red sweater dress and black moto jacket. My hair was curled and I was ready to meet my boyfriend's parents.

Niall: Maggie looked amazing. As we drove, I couldn't help glancing over at her and imagining what my family would say.

We pulled up at my house and we walked up to the door. My mom was already there. "You must be Maggie," she said, not even bothering to say hi to me.

"That's me," Maggie said, a smile on her face. If she was nervous, I couldn't tell. My mother smiled.

"I assume you had a nice drive," she said, closing the door behind us as we walked in.

"Yep," I said. My mom hugged me.

"So this is the natorious Maggie Nelly, huh?" my brother said. Greg came down and shook Maggie's hand, "I'm the power of how far you go with this guy," he gestured to me. Maggie nodded, raising heer eyebrows, thankfully not taking him seriously.

"You must be the natorious Greg, huh?" Maggie asked, "Zebra Mocha from Starbucks."

Greg's face flashed slightly red. According to him he thought Zebra Mocha's fit under the category of "Chick Food" but he still loved them. "Well they're delicious."

"I wouldn't know," Maggie smirked. Greg's face fell, losing the stupid grin.

"I'll show you the house," I said, smiling. Maggie nodded and as we snuck past Greg I wispered, "Haha. She's mine." Greg made a face of mocking but I didn't care. Maggie was awesome.

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We were sitting at the dinner table, eating the ham my mother had cooked up. "So Maggie, what are you working on right now?" my dad asked.

"I'm working on a horror movie about a girl who's a piromaniac," Maggie said.

"Really?" my mom asked.

"Yeah. Um, its a different part to play, but I mean it's why I act. To be something I'm not," Maggie said, recovering so she didn't have to explain later.

"Of course," my dad said, "So Niall, what have you been up to these past few weeks."

"This and that. Photoshoots, videos. Stuff like that," I said, nodding.

"I see. Anything we'll see anytime soon?" my mother asked.

"Sure. Mostly stuff like the shoots. The other stuff it might be a while," I said. Maggie smiled.

"Do you enjoy One Direction's work, Maggie?" Greg asked, trying to sound smart.

"Oh yeah. I was actually a fan of their work before meeting Niall. I have a like pretty much everything they've done. And now that I know how hard they work I have a new appreciating," Maggie said, smiling. I blushed.

"Yes, they work pretty hard. Although I think they spend more time screwing around than anything," my mom said, raising her eyebrows.

"As always," I said, raising my glass. Maggie giggled.

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Maggie: After dinner we went to the exchange of gifts. I handed Niall a box. "I thought I said no gifts for me," he said, smiling.

"Just shut up and take it," I said, sitting down next to him. He laughed as he opened the paper. Inside was a tee shirt I had asked a friend to make (a man's shirt with a giant Justin Beiber head that was nearly as big as his head), a hat with I

"Thank you. A little birdy told me of your, um, guilty pleasure. Look at the things in the pockets," I said, smiling. He dug in the pockets, pulling out the two pieces of paper.

"Super Special Day With Justin Beiber," Niall read out loud, his eyes nearly popping out of his head, "Oh my goodness thanks." Niall kissed me and I smiled.

Next he handed me a huge box. I ripped the paper and opened the cardboard. Inside was a pastic fire, which the box claimed was an indoor smore maker. I laughed, "Sweet." Then I looked at the rest of the contents of the box. Inside was a bunch of coffee stuff, iced coffee, coffee cup holders, a ceramic coffee cup, and a coffee maker. I gasped.

"Oh my goodness," I said, "I've been wanting this coffee maker. Or, my parents have. They want me to spend less on coffee so I've had my on this."

"Sweet," Niall said, "I'm glad you like it."

All in all, I had the best Christmas ever. And it hadn't even started.