Rosalie's Pov
"Rosalie wake up. Wake up." I feel Safaa nudging me to wake up. I groan and tug the covers over my head but only to have her roughly pull them away. "Come on Rosalie, you have to wake up." She whines. Ugh what time is it?
"Okay I'm up... Sorta.' I say through a yawn.
"You have to come downstairs." She begins to tug my arms and tries to pull me up but I'm to heavy for a little girl to make me move. "Come on. Santa is here."
"What?"
"Yeah. Yeah. He's here come. You have to come." She pleads. Santa? I'm sure it's not Santa but I hope it's not some intruder or something. I reluctantly follow behind while rubbing my eye and yawning. I turn to look back at the bed and realize Zayn isn't in it. Where could he be? Safaa grabs a hold of my hand and begins to walk me out of the room. "You have to be really quiet." She whispers and I nod my head.
Once we reach the top of the stairs she makes me sit on the floor and tells me to peer over the wall. When I do my eyes go wide, there in front of the christmas tree is a guy in a red suit. I blink multiple times and rub my eyes to make sure my eyes aren't deceiving me. "Safaa?"
"Shh." He places her finger over my lips. "He's gonna know we're here and then he's gonna put us on the naughty list." She sternly scolds me. Oh what I'll give to be a innocent child again... wait with how my childhood was I'll take that back.
We watch as 'Santa' places this huge and various presents all around the lit up christmas tree. His sleeves slightly rises up and I see the familiar tattoos that I've grown to love. My lips tug upward to a huge grin. It's so sweet of Zayn to do this. "Wow, it's really him." I hear Safaa mutter very quietly. "Look." She turns to me with the biggest smile on her face. "It's Santa Clause, I can't believe it." She squeals kind of loud and quickly covers her mouth when she realizes how loud she was being. She turns to see is 'Santa' or should I say Zayn heard but when we look he's gone. "Where did he go?" She turns to ask me but I don't have answer for her.
"Let's go back to bed." I suggest she complies and follows me back to the room. As soon as Safaa's head hits the pillow, she is knocked out. Meanwhile I stay awake waiting for Zayn to come to bed. A short moments later I feel the other side of the bed dip underneath his weight and he reaches over to grab a hold of my hand. I feel so content and feel like I can fall sleep now.
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"Wake up! Wake up!" I groan very loudly as I feel Safaa jumping on the bed and screaming at the top of her lungs. It feels like I've been asleep for just a few minutes. "Wake up it's Christmas!" She yells as she continues to jump on the bed.
"Safaa. It's sleep time." I whine and I try to go back to sleep. "Come on Rosalie we have to see what Santa left us." She pulls the covers off me and I groan when the cold hits me. i curls up into a ball to try and keep warm. "Rosalie?" I feel Safaa poke me nose. "Are you dead?" i begin to giggle.
"No I'm not." I finally decide I should get up since there's no way I am sleeping in. I begin to stretch out while making baby dinosaur groans. I look over to Zayn's side of the bed but it's empty.
"Zayn is downstairs." Safaa says. I look at her and smile. I enter the bathroom to brush my rat nest of hair and to brush my teeth. Once I'm done I walk hand in hand with Safaa down the stairs. Everybody is already in the living room sipping on their mugs of who knows what whilst watching The grinch stolen Christmas. I say good morning and Merry Christmas as I plop down next to Zayn, whom quickly gives me a hug and kiss on the cheek. "Presents!" Safaa yells out of nowhere which causes me to flinch.
"Safaa sweetie settle down." Trisha tells the over active child but I can't blame her it's Christmas after all.
"But mummy I wanna open presents." Safaa whines.
"Okay okay." Trisha says. "Go pick one out." Safaa doesn't have to be told twice. She quickly runs over to the huge christmas tree and picks out a huge box with little white snow men.
"This one's for.." She turns the box over to read who's it for. "For Rosalie." She bounces over to me and hands it over to me. "It's from Santa." She says. "Mummy Santa came over last night and left presents." She tells her mother. I look over to Zayn who has the smug smile on his face.
"Well go on open it." He urges on. "Let's se what Santa brought you." He gives me a wink. I quickly unwrap the box to reveal this black knee high boots. My mouth goes agape when I realize they are exactly the ones I wanted when Zayn and I went shopping a while back. But I didn't buy them because they were way out of my price range.
"Oh my this are beautiful." I immediately try them on and I feel oh so happy. "Thank you Santa." I beam. I plop down into the couch next Zayn. "Thank you indeed." I whisper seductively into his ear. I see his cheeks turn a slight rosie color. The rest of the family goes on and opens up the rest of the presents. "You know it was sweet of you to play Santa." I tell him as I place my boots into the box.
"You saw that?" He asks and nods my head. And again the blushing resumes in his cheeks. "I just like keeping the story of Santa alive for Safaa." He says as he watches Safaa unwrap another of her many gifts.
"I think it was super nice of you and very heart warming." I grab his hand and lace my fingers with his.
"This ones for you Zayn." Safaa says and hands him a decent sized box with horrible wrapping. "It's from Rosalie." He arches an eyebrow at me and I just shrug my shoulders.
"It's not much but I hope you like it." I did manage to get a last minute gift for Zayn and I'm he loves it. His eyes widen at what's inside the box.
"Wow babe, I love it." He says and gives me a loving kiss. He pulls out the various spray paint cans and markers. I know how much he loves to paint and since I'm using up most of his supplies with the mural that I'm working on. I just thought it would be the perfect gift.
"Really you do?" I sincerely question him.
"Of course. I totally love it." He says. I couldn't be any happier.
Today has honestly been the best Christmas I have ever had. I got so many gifts and things I could never afford on my own but with I'm more content is spending christmas with a loving family that I never had.
Speaking of family I should probably call my own.
I excuse myself as I go up to the room and look for my phone. Once I do i dial my mum's number. Still can't get over the fact that I have a mum now. She gave me her number before I left to come to Bradford.
"Hello?" She speaks into the phone.
"Hi... um mum. It's me Rosalie." I feel so nervous even though I have spent some time getting to know her but it still feels like she's a stranger to me.
"Oh hi baby, how are you? Merry Christmas. I can't wait till you come home we got tons of Christmas presents for you. You should stop by after you get home. I got the perfect gift for you so you can wear on New Year's. And still have to discuss about you moving in with us." She says in one breath.
"I'm fine, how is everything and everyone else? And I can't wait to come home. We can discuss that when I'm actually there in London." I say with a small chuckle. "Oh and Merry Christmas."
"Well it's settled then I can't wait to have you home baby girl." Her voice is laced with so much excitement and I actually can't wait.
"Me either." I breath out.
"Well see you till then love, okay? Bye sweat heart take care."
"Bye mum." I hang up the phone and lay back onto the bed. I'm so happy and content. It's like my life is finally piecing together so perfectly and I wouldn't have it any other way.
A/N Merry belated Christmas and Happy belated New year's lol I know I'm super late on that xD
Oh and happy birthday to Zayn he's 22 :D omfg he's growing up so fast.
I know I take forever to update this story but I'm hoping to finish it by the end of this month so feel free to bug me as much insisting I update if I take forever to do so lol I hope you guys enjoyed :D don't forget to comment and vote; it'll make me update faster ;D
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