Your Friends, They Look Good, But You Look Better.

Chapter Seventy.

Aimee’s P.O.V.

Louis’ party wasn’t anything spectacular. It was just the five boys, Meghan, Eleanor and me with some music and party food having a laugh. Eleanor had to get home as she had to spend Christmas with her family. We were all left slumped over the chairs in the living room. I saw Meghan yawning constantly. "Why don’t we all just sleep down here tonight?" I suggested.

"Then Santa won’t visit!" Louis exclaimed. We all looked at Louis then at each other. Was he being serious?

"Maybe he’s right. Santa’s always watching you know." Niall added.

"Are you being serious?" I asked, looking at the two boys.

"We have this conversation every Christmas Eve." I nodded laughing. I rested my head on Harry’s shoulder. Meghan had nodded off on Liam’s lap. He lifted her up bridal style and headed out of the room.

"Night guys, merry Christmas and happy birthday Lou." Liam whispered. We all mumbled a ‘night’ to him and he left. I started yawning.

"I think I’ll join them on that idea." I stood up and headed up to bed. "Night guys. Don’t forget to leave milk for Santa, Lou." I was halfway up the stairs when a pair of arms whisked me off my feet. My head automatically snuggled into his neck, his curly hair tickling my forehead. I lazily grabbed my pyjamas and changed before crawling into bed beside Harry. We got into our usual sleeping positions – his arms around me and my head on his chest.

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"GET UP! IT’S CHRIIIIISSSTMAAAAASSSSSSS!" Louis' voice projected all over the house. I groaned and rolled over in the bed.

"Go awaaay!" I moaned.

"ITS CHRISTMAS! GET UP! I THINK SANTA’S BEEN!" I'm really starting to worry about these boys...I slowly dragged myself out of bed. No one was allowed to set foot on the stairs until everyone was up. I joined Niall, Liam and Harry at the top of the stairs while Louis continued to try and get Meghan and Zayn out of bed. Surprisingly, Zayn got up first.

"Liam, please go and get your girlfriend up to stop Louis from shouting anymore. It’s too early in the morning." He yawned.

"It’s like 10:30?" Harry said.

"That’s still early for me." Liam shook his head laughing and went back into his bedroom. He emerged minutes later dragging a very sleepy Meghan by the hand.

"This is why I don’t celebrate Christmas." She said, annoyed and sleepily.

"Stop being a spoil-sport! You’ll have to get up even earlier than this when our children want to see what Santa left them." Liam said. His eyes widened when he realised he had said ‘our’. We all smirked at him and Niall wolf-whistled. Meghan seemed unphased by the whole thing and looked as though she was going to fall asleep on the spot.

"Can we get this over with before I fall asleep again?" She sighed.

Meghan’s P.O.V.

Everyone rushed downstairs while I casually walked. I really can’t be bothered with this. "Who’s giving their presents first?"

"ME!" Harry called. We all sat in a little circle on the floor. He handed the boys small presents then handed me mine. I unwrapped it to find a outfit, consisting of a loose, long pink blouse/shirt and black ripped leggings, which were pretty cool.

"Awwh Harry! Thank you!" I leaned forward and gave him a quick hug. "How did you know my size?" He looked at Aimee with a smirk while she grinned cheekily. She gave me an over exaggerated wink as Harry handed her a small box. She smiled and him and opened up the present. Her smile widened as she pulled out a really expensive looking watch out of the box. i recognised it as the one she'd been drooling over in a shop window for weeks. I'm glad Harry paid attention to her and has now satisfied her drooling needs.