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Chapter 1

It was so cold outside, I swear my toes and fingers were blue. It was the 17th of December and I was, once again, way too late buying Christmas presents for everyone. I'm never very good at organising times and dates, I once forgot my brother's birthday because I'd won tickets to meet Joe Sugg on the same day. Of course, I still went to see him when I got home, but I'd only gotten him a small cheap card in the card shop down the street from my house and a box of half melted chocolates from the corner shop a few blocks away.

All the car's were coated in a sheet of frost and ice. I really hate the snow. I always have and I always will. I'd be okay with it if it wasn't cold enough to turn my toes blue and being the cause of nearly losing them a few years ago. (A/N - Atually happened to me)

The shops were playing my all time favourite Christmas song - Let it snow. I danced around the shops and sang along to it quietly to myself. I knew people were watching me but I really couldn't care less. This year, I'm so much more excited than I usually am for Christmas, and I don't know why.

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When I'd picked everything out for everyone, I made my way to the checkout. Obviously, I made sure I went to the one with the good looking boy (as every girl does). I'd say his face was a 6 out of 10 and his hair was a solid 7 out of 10. Only one boy has 10 out of 10 with hair. And that boy is Joe Sugg.

If you haven't noticed already, I love Joe Sugg. This may sound seriously weird but I want to touch his hair. It looks so soft and just... perfect.

I really hate shopping, unless it's for clothes... then I'm okay with it. I had 3 bags full of presents which is quite a lot and considering it was 8 days until Christmas I got some pretty decent stuff. I had so many presents because I have so many people living in my household. There's me, my father, my two brothers, my aunt and two cousins. 7 people and one bathroom, you can't even imagine what it's like.

Pulling into the driveway, I can already hear my brothers and cousins screaming at each other. Jesus, they're loud. Baring in mind my brothers are 16 and 18 they are very childish at times. Like decorating the tree at Christmas for example. They hate sharing. With each other, they're perfectly fine with sharing everything, but with anyone else? World War 3 begins.

I hobble up the driveway and through the front door, into the warm. Candles were lit all around the house, it's the "cinnamon and baked cherry" Yankee Candle this time. It's different every day. Every day it's something different, I don't know why my Aunt can't just choose one and stick to it. Yesterday's was "White Snow" and God knows what tomorrow's will be.

I take all the bags upstairs to my room and open the first onto my bed. I put all the contents of the bag in different parts of the room so no one will find their presents. I did the same with the second bag but when I opened the third and tipped the contents onto the duvet, a small note flew out and landed on the floor. It was written on a piece of pink lined paper which read "Taylor " in cursive writing on the front. I opened it to see what it was and it read;

If I had to choose between loving you and breathing,
I'd use my last breath to say I love you

I read it over and over again until I put it in the silver music box I have on my desk and try not to think about it. But that's impossible, who was it from...??