A Rockstar For Christmas

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You can listen to the following album while you read this story to get you in the Christmas spirit. I listened to it most of the time while writing :D

Enjoy!

https://open.spotify.com/album/6hVC7PsA95eE2DwiXK3RKV (Christmas Piano: 50 Holiday Classics)

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5 Days to Christmas

When your boyfriend told you he was from a city between Manchester and Liverpool you didn't give it much thought. There were a lot of cities there.

So as you drove down with him to spend Christmas with his family, all you felt was nervous about meeting them. If only you had known then how it would turn out, maybe you would have just thrown yourself out of the driving car.

You loved the English countryside and as you drove north the steady rain turned to snow, covering hedges, trees and fields. It was like driving into a Winter Wonderland. The hours passed and you dozed off.

"Babe, we're almost there.", your boyfriend's soft voice woke you.

Yawning you stretched, like a cat, and looked around. Everything was covered in snow. You smiled. This was how Christmas was meant to be spent. Your eyes caught on a sign: 'Welcome to Cheshire'. You inhaled quickly.

"You're from Cheshire?", you asked your boyfriend, eyes wide.

A frown appeared between his eyebrows. "Yeah...didn't I mention that?"

Weirdly enough, he hadn't.

"No.", you muttered, chewing your lip.

"Is that a problem?"

"Huh? No, it's just... I didn't know, is all."

You couldn't very well tell him that you were absolutely ecstatic about this development, because your long-time celebrity crush grew up in Cheshire and would probably be here for Christmas as well and that there was a chance that you'd meet him. No, you couldn't tell your boyfriend that without him getting at least a tad jealous.

Cheshire was beautiful, with its red sandstone buildings. It had an old timey feeling to it, like a Roman soldier would pop around a corner in the next second.

The house your boyfriend's parents lived in was one of the few timbered houses and slightly more stunning than the rest.

"Ready?", he asked, taking your bags in one hand and yours in his other.

You took a deep breath, then nodded.

On the inside the house was even grander than on the outside. It was obvious his parents had money. Everything looked very luxurious and expensive. Soft red carpets, golden highlights everywhere and dark brown wood paneling on the walls.

You bit your lip, cleaning off your UGGs on the doormat, hoping they might turn into a pair of expensive leather boots, if you just shuffled long enough.

"Mother, father, we're here.", your boyfriend called.

Yup, not mum and dad, nope, mother and father... That should have been your first clue to turn around and leave, but no. And just like that fate took its course.

The parents were actually very nice, a bit snobbish maybe, but mostly nice. They let the two of you get settled in your boyfriend's old room, which was twice the size of YOUR childhood room, before taking you out for a walk to show you around. His mother though insisted that you change.