Winter Wonderland

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A/N: I bet some of you were quite mad at how I left last chapter and I would just like to apologize. I thought it was a good idea and admittedly I still do. I need no more comments on who Charlie is going to end up with, I have already decided and only one knows what’s going to happen and she is very excited to see how that’s going to play out, since she was the one who gave me the idea. I’m not going to name her for fear you might try to yank it out of her, just know it’s definitely going to be a surprise and a plot twist.

Chapter 9: Winter Wonderland

All five boys smiled at me as if they had every right to be there and as if I wasn’t wearing a towel over my head like a turban. Well actually one person noticed the towel.

“And how are you on this fine evening?” Louis asked in an Indian accent. I rolled my eyes at his attempt and took it out, letting my wet hair hang.

“Well I’m actually quite surprised because apparently I have stalkers now.” I said tossing my wet towel at them.

“Hey this is soaking. We can’t afford to be sick.” Liam said picking the damp towel up and tossing it back at me.

I went to go pick up real quick and came back to them. “So what are you guys doing here anyway?” I asked as I took a stool and sat across from all of them.

“Well we have a performance to do for the New Years concert and thought we’d spend Christmas over here since the Holidays are so close.” Niall told me. “Where Erin?” he asked looking around. I shrugged, they were here an hour ago.

“Who let you guys in?” I asked curiously due to the fact my two friends seem to be missing.

“Your mum. She seems like a nice woman, she is making coco for us right now.” Harry said smiling. That explains the smell of chocolate burning, wait burning?

“Oh god!” I exclaimed making a run to the kitchen with the boys right on my tail. Sure enough when I got into the kitchen my mom was nowhere to be found and the pot on the stove was burning. I quickly turned out the fire and removed it from the heated pad. Sure enough all the milk in the pot was half evaporated and gross.

“What happened?” Liam asked as he took in the sight of over-cooked milk. Milk for Pete’s sake! My mom can cook only a few things, but hot chocolate was not her strong suit due to the fact she was partially ADD and impatient. My mom walked into the kitchen from outside with the mail. I stared at her as she just sat down to read the newspaper and though it took a minute she jumped like she remembered something. She looked up at us finally taking notice and taking in the chocolate mess about the stove.

“I’m sorry boys, I got caught up talking to the neighbor when I went to get the mail.” She said apologizing and began to start picking up the slight mess.

“It’s ok Mrs. Winslow, besides we were going to go to a coffee shop, weren’t we Charlie?” Zayn asked smiling. I stared at him because he was telling an utterly to my mom though I guess for good reason. I think someone has almost died after drinking her home-made hot cocoa, well almost. I nodded in agreement and left to go get changed into something warmer. When I opened my door I saw Ashley and Erin standing in front of my mirror.

“There you are! Did you see the guys yet?” Ashley asked me smiling.

“Yeah thanks for warning me guys.” I said scowling at them.

“You’re very welcome. Now let’s make you pretty for Harry!” She said as her and Erin grabbed me and dragged me to my closet.

I looked at myself as Ashley and Erin walked out of the room obviously proud of their job. They had allowed me to make slight adjustments to match my style but they pretty much had full control. I took in the slight make-up on my face, would have been more had Erin not saved me from Ashley’s make-up bag. I took in the blue sweater that hugged in all the right places, the boots that made me look just a little taller than I am normally, and the blue leg warmers on top of the black skinny jeans. They had fixed my hair but allowed it to naturally curl. I grabbed my black coat that they dug out of my closet and headed out.

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