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Imagine waking up on Christmas morning.

You jump out of bed, running downstairs to see what "Santa" got you for Christmas.

You open the small ones, then there's a big box. A B I G box.

You jump up, having to go on your tip toes slightly to peel the wrapping paper and sellotape off.

Gasping, you stumble back as four (or five whatever you wish) boys, the boys, jump out the box.

"Merry Christmas Y/N!!" They all shout in unison.

Frozen, you frantically go to fix your hair and pyjamas, blushing madly and unable to think of words.

"Don't worry," one of the boys say. "You look amazing."

There's an awkward silence as you think of something to say.

"I like your pyjamas."

"Ya."

"Uh-hu."

"They're cute."

"They're nice."

And that's how you spent Christmas with One Direction!

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