All I Want For Christmas Is You

Cast:

Y/N: Your name

Shane: A fictional version of Shane

Btw; you/your family are from Scotland in this one because that may or may no be where I'm from..

*This was written a good few years ago and I've only just gotten round to uploading it here. You'll only find this story here in this book or on my website, First Light.*

All I Want For Christmas is You

You looked out of the window at the snow falling heavily from the sky, sighing deeply. At least that was something that you didn't have to wish for this year. You sat down on the couch, mug in hand. Glancing at the tree, you sighed again. It was December 24th and you didn't feel Christmas-sy in the slightest. It was kind of hard when your husband was miles away in another country. Forget the presents; all you wanted to wake up to on Christmas Day was Shane. However, he was in London on business and despite him finishing his last meeting of the day hours ago, he had yet to call you to let you know that he was on his way home. The plan had been that he would call you before boarding the plane back to Ireland so that you could get your last minute things packed before driving to his parents' house a few villages away, but so far you had heard no word from him. You hadn't even had a text from him which was odd but not totally unheard of.

You picked up your phone from the arm of the couch and scrolled to your contact list deciding whether or not to call him. You were anxious to hear from him but you didn't want to disturb him when it wasn't an emergency. Screw it you thought as you pressed "call". Feeling miserable at Christmas WAS an emergency - in your mind at least.

You weren't too surprised when it just rang out and the answering machine kicked in. "Hi, sweetheart; it's just me. Give me a call when you get this and let me know when you'll be leaving so I can go ahead and go to your mam's. Miss you, Bye." You ended the call and put your phone back on the arm.

It was quite easy for him to forget to look at his phone when he was working with the rest of the lads in Westlife, often finding himself too preoccupied to even think about whether or not he had any missed calls. Setting your mug of hot chocolate on the small table in front of you, you stood up and proceeded over to the tree where you had laid out all the gifts you were to be taking with you. Shane had already left your gifts at his parents' house from your last visit just over a week ago so you couldn't even amuse yourself by shaking them to see if the sounds echoing in the boxes gave you any clues as to what he had got you. Apparently he was bringing his big present to you home with him but right now you would settle for just a text message from him to let you know he was alright. According to your last time you had spoken to him it was blowing a blizzard over there as well but that had been a couple of days ago and, even though you kept up on the weather reports, it still wasn't the same as hearing his voice animatedly talk about how this year was going to be a white Christmas.

You began packing all the gifts for his family into bags and boxes, choosing to pack them into a suitcase (or two at this rate given that between his six siblings he had at least double the amount of nieces and nephews.)

As you packed up the final bag, you heard a continuous vibrating sound coming from the couch. You leaped up from the floor, dashing towards it. Looking at the screen, your face lit up. It was Shane.

"Hi sweetheart." You carried your phone back over to the tree and put him on speaker so you could finish what you were doing.

"Hey honey." You could tell something was off about him by his lacklustre tone.