Grace Sims is a nobody. She doesn't have any friends unless you consider her family her friends. She is on her second year at High School. All year she's never had any friends. Not one. When a new student comes they're might be hope. A blonde named Niall offers Grace friendship. But Grace is a shy, lonely, lost, and broken girl, who could use some fixing. Niall spends a few days trying to figure out her. What's her story that's broken her to dust. Why can't she smile or be happy? What was so bad that it changed her life drastically. Niall's #1 goal now is to help her smile and be happy. He won't give up. That's not Niall Horan. Could he really make her smile?

*Niall NOT famous*


26. Christmastime

I placed a wreath on the door and called it good.

"Mom, the wreath has been hung up." I say feeling accomplished in life.

"Okay, thanks. Add five stockings. I think the box is in the living room." She says before she adds lights to the Christmas tree.

"Okay." I say before walking to the living room. I open up the box and pull out 5 letters with hooks. They are P, C, A, E, E , all spelling out PEACE. I carried them over to the fireplace. I set the P down, then the E, then A, then C, lastly the E. It looked nice. The letters looked metal but were Silver. It matched our fireplace. I went back to the box and pulled out 3 silver, sparkly stockings, and 2 red, sparkly stockings. I went back to the fireplace, I hung them in the order of Silver, Red, Silver, Red, Silver. It looked nice together.

"Mooommm! Who is the fifth stocking for?" I yell. She was in the office setting up our tree.

"Uh, Buddy since he is now apart of our family!" She yells back. A dog getting a stocking? Wow. We must be rich.

"Okay." I say. I walked back into the office.

"What next?" I asked because I was done.

"Um. You can set up individual Christmas trees. Ya know, like the small ones." She says before placing a star on our tree. I walk back into the living room and pull out 3 trees out of a unopened box. They were about 2 feet. We have these individual trees because they are for gifts from our parents that are small like rings or necklaces. They usually put about 5 max. gifts under there. It was our family tradition, to always have trees for every person in the house. I got one of the trees and got a little box of ornaments from another box. I carried a tree and ornaments to Kylie's room. I open her door and place her tree near her fireplace but at a safe distance. All the fireplaces in our house aren't open, they have glass protecting. I set the tree up and laid the branches out. I opened the box of ornaments. They were a 24 pack. I used some of the hooks and placed them on spots on the tree. I did this for about 35 minutes. I finished and got off my knees. I left and did the same to the two other trees. I finished at 12pm. I went downstairs and got myself a bacon sandwich. I ate it while watching a Christmas special of the Polar Express. I turned the tv off.

"Hey Grace. You done?" My mom ask before pulling out a Mango.

"Ooo! Can you make me one?" I ask referring to her about to make a Mango Smoothie.

"Yes. Are you done?" She ask nicely.

"Yes I am. Anything else you want me to do?" I ask.

"Nope. Your father and me finished setting up the lights so our house is ready. Oh sorry that we had to do all this a few days before Christmas. It's just that we were busy and yeah. All the presents are wrapped and for our Delivery Session it will be at 1to 2pm. So we, as a family can deliver gifts to each other. Okay?" She says. I take all the info in.

"Okay. Sounds good." I say. She places the Mango in the blender and it blends. During that she gets another Mango and sets it on a napkin. It stops blending and she gets a cup and pours the contents into the cup. She slides it over to me by the counter. I catch it and start drinking it. She blends hers and drinks it too.

"Thank you!" I say chirpy.

"Yeah. Sure thing. Listen, I am going to head out and get some cookie dough for Christmas Eve. Do you want to come?" She says. I nod.

"Okay go change and be ready in about 15 minutes. We have to hurry so that way we can be back for the Delivery Session." She says before walking away. I finish my smoothie and run upstairs. I change into jeans and a plain Blue sweatshirt, and blue TOMS. I go in my bathroom and put my hair in a high ponytail, it was wavy. I check myself and leave. Before I go, I grab my PINK bag and place my phone inside. I go to the door and wait for my mom. When she comes back down I open the door. She unlocks our Range Rover and I get inside. She starts the car and drives to Starbucks first.

"Hi, Welcome to Starbucks. May I take your order?" The lady in the speaker ask.

"Let me get a Pumpkin Spice Latte, and a Caramel Machiatto." My mom says.

"Okay your total is $6.27, please drive up to the next window." My mom drives to the window. She pulls out a $5 bill, a dollar, quarter, and 2 pennies. Sorry to be exact in details. She gives the money to the lady. The lady who's name was Aaliyah according to her name tag gave us our drinks and receipt. She drove off and drove to Safeway. We got out of the car and went inside.

***skip store scene, moves on to when they get home.***

We walk in and go to the kitchen. I put the cookie dough up in the fridge. I sit in the couch for 7 minutes. It is time for our delivery session. I get all of Kylie's gifts and put them in her stocking, under our main tree, and her personal tree. We get done and do separate things. I go in my room and run some bath water. I add bubbles and light my candles. I just want to relax in my bath tub. I haven't really used it since I moved. I stop the water, strip and get in. The water is hot. Instantly, my body gets used to the hot water. I soak and wash myself. After about an hour, I get out and change into my Grinch pajamas. Which are pants and a t-shirt that has the Grinch's face. I let my hair down and ruffle it. I go on my bed and watch Christmas specials for the rest of today. What a great day!

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