Hopeful In London (1D Fanfiction Sequel to Trapped In London)

6. Tragedy Strikes

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Maggie's POV

My first reaction to waking up was cold. I was freaking freezing. I opened my eyes slowly, glancing down at myself. I was in my jeans, and the sweater I wore yesterday… Did I fall asleep at Louis? I didn't have any memories of going home..

I must have.

Wait.

"Zayn!" I yelped, turning to look at him, but he wasn't there. I shot up, getting out of bed and making my way into the kitchen.

"Merry Christmas!" He exclaimed, smiling brightly at me from the counter.

"Merry Christmas!" I replied, skipping over to hug him tightly. He leaned down slightly and kissed my temple, then turned and continued on the stove.

"Look! I'm cooking!" He smiled, and i giggled softly, mostly at the fact he was excited about cooking.

"Nice," I replied, rolling my eyes and stepping over to the food bowls placed on the other side of the counter. I picked them up and made my way to the sink to refill it, opening the cupboard to refill the dog food. Placing it back down, I squatted down and patted the floor. 

"Coooookie," I cooed, calling to the fluffy dog, "You hungry?" Withen aa few moments her little claws and paws could be heard pittering down the hallway. I scratched her ears for a minute before standing up and letting her eat.

"Our Christmas tree still looks nice," I commented, looking it up and down. "Despite the fact that Cookie probably ruined half the ornaments," I glared lightly at the dog, before turning and looking at Zayn.

"Yeah," He replied, smiling at me for a moment before looking back at his pan. 

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After eating we decided to go see if Meghan and Louis' place. Knowing Louis he was probably already awake, it was Christmas for goodness sakes of course he was.

I knocked on the door, Meghan opening it right away.

"I WAS JUST ABOUT TO CALL YOU!" She exclaimed, pulling me inside, Zayn walking in behind me. 

Jeez. Talk about Christmas.

"When did you guys get up??" I asked, looking around curiously. 

"About 7," She replied, Louis walking over with a brighter smile then her.

"What?! It's what.. 12 now? Jeez," I shook my head, not understanding how she could do that.

Meghan used to wake up at like, one every day, and on school days she'd be awake by like 8, do her make up in the bathroom, and be practically late for every class.

The past year or two though, that changed. She's been up anywhere from 6-9.

I don't understand this. What is this sort of sorcery? 

So she called up everyone, and everyone arrived within the next few hours, Nichole and Niall being the last.

Even Ashlyn came, but she seemed to avoid Harry the entire time. I felt bad too, like.. Honestly? He should break up with her before she really hurt him. I said nothing though, because it was his relationship, and he needed to handle it by himself.

Even if it was slightly painful for me to watch.

"DAMMIT!" Niall growled loudly, a shatter sounding at the same time

"Huh?" I shook my head, getting out of my thoughts. Taylor smacked the back of my head.

"While you were in Maggie land, fantasizing about your butterflies and puppies and whatever, Meghans over here dropping tea pots on Niall!" She glared hard at meghan, her attention turning away from me.