Tour with 5sos

Chapter 27: Christmas Day

Amelia's PoV

"Amelia, Michael. Wake up. It's Christmas day!" I hear Evie-Rose's quiet voice.

"What time is it?" I ask her. Sitting up fully and opening my eyes to see her in her new pyjamas.

"I dunno." She says shrugging her shoulders. I look at the time on my phone and see it's 5:30am.

"Jesus Christ woman, it's only 5:30." I say, rubbing my eyes.

"But Santa might've come already." She says.

"Go wake up mum and dad then." I say.

"Mum told me to wake everyone else up first." She says.

"Okay, come and wake Michael up though." I say, patting the bed. She smiles, then runs and jumps on Michael, but her being as light as a feather doesn't have much of an impact. She soon realises this, so she shakes him continuously.

"I'm up, I'm up. What happened?" Michael asks, shooting up.

"Santa came." Evie-Rose says, then jumps off of the bed ad runs out of the room shouting, "Paige, get up Santa's been. We need to open all of our presents."

"I need to hope when we have children they don't actually care too much about Santa and presents. There is no way I would be able to get up at 5:30 to open presents." He says, shaking his head.

"I grew up with it Mike. You'll eventually get used to it. Now come on before Noah starts too." I say, throwing the duvet off of myself and climbing out of bed.

"Fine." He says, getting out of bed too. We slowly clamber down the stairs and seat ourselves on the floor, making small talk with my parents who are also sat on the floor rubbing their eyes tiredly. Eventually, the rest of my siblings come down the stairs and also sit on the floor.

"Amelia, do you think you could turn you hair down a little. It's too early in the morning for bright green hair." Taylor-Mai says.

"Sorry, I just wanted to be festive." I say, running a hand through my messy bed hair.

"Are you gonna open you presents then?" Dad asks, then Evie-Rose and Noah charge towards the tree and start taking presents from under it, they read the names, then pass them to the person who was named.

*Skip to Dinner*

"Everyone sit down at the table!" Dad shouts to everyone who is in the living room. I am in the dining room, placing knives and forks in the correct places. Soon everyone is all sat at the table with a plate filled in front of them. Everyone starts eating and making small talk, when soon the conversation is turned on me and Michael.

"So, when are you getting married?" Mum asks, making me choke on the piece of turkey I was about to swallow.

"Mum. We've been together four months." I say, after taking a sip of water.

"So, we were probably pregnant with you at that point of the relationship." She says.

"We're probably not gonna be married anytime soon." Michael says.

"Okay, when are you moving in together?" Dad asks.

"Not yet." I say.

"Are you pregnant?" Mum asks.

"No. Why aren't you asking Paige about her boyfriend?" I ask.

"Good question. Paige what's happening with your boyfriend?" Mum asks. The relationship conversation soon dies down and everyone is talking about normal things by now.

"When do you go back on tour?" Dad asks.

"After Aimeeleigh's birthday." I say.

"Okay, so you're here until the new year?" He asks.