Frankie

"Thank you so much. Merry Christmas." I said thanking the deliverer.

"Your welcome miss, Merry Christmas." He replied and went off.

It was the 22nd, which meant a few of my Christmas shopping had arrived, and the rest came in tomorrow. I put the crutches under my armpit and gripped the bags along with it, limping to my room. It took time, but finally I got there. I set the stuff in my room before locking my door, and then proceeding downstairs. I know how Sacari is, if she sees a present, hers or not, she would open them. 

I went  back down again, to the almost empty living room, then it hit me. 

We didn't have a tree. 

I faceplamed and groaned. 

What the fuck? How could we not notice that there was no fucking  Christmas Tree. 

"Sacari?!" I yelled for her around the house.

"What?" She replied.

"Come here for a minute!" I said back. 

Minutes later she came, down the stairs. 

"What did you want?" she asked.

"Have you noticed something about the living room?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

She shrugged. "No." 

"It's something missing. Without it there, Christmas doesn't exist in our house." I asked dropping more hints.

She gave me a look as if I had grown another head.

"A tree Cari, we forgot to put up a Christmas tree." I deadpanned.

Her eyes went wide and scanned the living room in horror.

"How could we forget a tree?!" She yelled in disappointment at her self. 

"Do you think we can look for one now?" I asked.

"Yeah, that's a gr- WAIT, I still have my tree and decorations from last year in the basement. I'll just go get them quickly." 

She said and run to the basement. 

I chuckled and watched as she panicked all the way down. I turned and hopped to the stereo. I put in some nice Christmas tunes, and then hopped all the way to my art room, I picked up the drawing I was getting for Zayn, and a few more papers. 

I realized that I'd been drawing way to many pictures of him. So why not put all of them into one little scrapbook and give it to him. Yeah that's a great idea. I took my pencils, and colours, and the papers. I put it all into one basket, and hopped back into the living room.

I set the basket on the sofa, and put my crutches on the side, before I sat down on the white fluffy carpeted floor, and took out some of my pencils and paper.

Just then Sacari came in, dragging some big ass tree behind her. She dropped it and then race back down the basement. A few minutes later, she came back with a big box of decorations inside it. 

She set the stuff down, and lifted up the tree and put it on its stand.

"Are you helping?" She asked me.

"I'll help you sort out the decorations. I can't really stand, or move without my crutches. I'd fall or something." I said to her.

She nodded her head, and handed me box telling me how to sort them. Sort the colours differently, sort the sparkly once differently, sort the bows differently, and sort the glass stuff differently.

**

"It's looking great." I said looking at our work.

We decided that instead off decorating just the tree, why not do all around the house as well. 

When we were done, we hang in all the lights, and the living room was looking great. 

"Now it feels so Christmasy in here." I told her. 

"Doesn't it?" she replied looking back at me, which sounded more as if she was saying 'Innit?'. Her accent was so cool. I wish I had a British accent.

I smiled at the thought. 

"Well I'm gonna go up to my room and get a bit of rest." Lie. I'm gonna go up to my room and wrap presents.

"Alright then. I'm gonna go up to mine and wrap up the rest of my gifts." She said, I smiled. She could tell me, but I can't tell her. Before she went all physco. 

I grabbed the basket that had Zayn's drawings in it, and took my crutches, and hopped back up stairs. I looked at the time in the corridor. 7:45pm. It read.

I unlocked my room door and immediately turned on the heater, when I noticed how cold it was in there. I plopped on my bed and put the basket aside, and took some of the wrapping paper, I bought from Sainsburys earlier on. 

I then began to wrap everybody's presents. 

In the middle of doing all that, I thought of calling Zayn. Then I thought maybe he'd be busy. He was quite a busy person. 

Oh sod it.

I reached for my phone, and then I realized. I still have no phone. Now I have no way of calling my boyfriend. Fuck sake. I guess I'll have to use the telephone. I had a telephone installed in my room. I'd never used it before, but hey. There was a first for everything.

Zayn

I need to get laid. Right now. I don't care who it's from. I need sex right now. My girlfriend won't give me shit. I frowned at the thought. Frankie. I sighed. Lately she'd been on my mind a lot. I didn't fancy her, that's for sure, but I didn't know what it was. 

But she was really fit though, and she liked me. But I did think some times, she does really adorable things. But then again, this is all a game to me. But what happens next. Will she still like me? Hate me? I got no fucking clue.

Wait what the fuck am I saying? Why am I thinking about a bird. I don't think about birds. Okay now I know I need to get laid.

I picked up my phone from my bedside table and dialed the number I always dial in situations like this. 

Picking up after three rings, she greeted.

"Perrie?"

**

Right, so let me tell you this. I am in Perrie right now. So close to my point. And then, the fucking phone goes. 

I picked it up and looked at the number. No caller I.D.

I answered, my voice strained.

"Hello?"  

''Zayn?" The person said in a soft girl voice. Frankie.

I motioned for Perrie to be quiet with my hands.

"You alright?"  I said, rolling my eyes.

"Yeah I was just calling to say Hi. So hi." she answered back with a giggle. I couldn't help but put on a little smile at the sound of her voice. But that was gone in a flash, when I felt Perrie shift under me.

"Hi, can I call you later, I'm kind off busy right now."

I could imagine her frowning.

"Oh  okay.'' She said less enthusiastically. 

"I'll call you later, yeah?" 

"Yeah okay bye." She said and cut the phone. I put my phone back down and looked at Perrie."

"Frankie?" She asked.

"Don't kill the moment." I scowled and slammed myself back into her.