Katie's Christmas

All eight year old Katie Horan wants for Christmas is to see her older brother Niall again. When she gets an unexpected visitor on Christmas Eve, will she get her wish?

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1. Katie's Christmas

AN: Okay, I realize that Niall doesn’t have a little sister. But bear with me, okay? This is Fanfiction—anything can happen! PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!!

“On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to meeeee, seven swans a ’laying, six geese a ’laying, FIVE GOLDEN RINGS! Four calling birds; three French hens; two turtle doves; and a partridge in a pear treeeeee!” I bellowed, bouncing on my bed. I heard Greg groan, and he banged on my door.

“Katie, shut up! You're making Theo scream. And you're supposed to be in bed!”

“I CAN’T SLEEP! NIALL’S COMING HOME TOMORROW!!! OOOOON THEEEEEEEEEEE EIGHTH DAY OF CHRISTMAS, MY TRUE LOVE GAVE TO MEEEEEE! EIGHT MAIDS A MILKING, SEVEN SWANS A SWIMMING, SIX GEESE A LAYING—FIIIIIIVVVVEEEE GOOOOLLDDDEENNN RIIIIIIIIIINGS! FOUR CALLING BIRDS, THREE FRENCH HENS, TWO TURTLE DOVES AND A PARTRIGE IN A PEAR TREEEEEEEEEEEE!” I yelled even louder.

“Katie!” 

“ON THE NINTH DAY OF---“

“Katelyn Marie Horan!” Greg thundered. I plopped on my bed and sighed. Suddenly, my phone beeped. I picked it up, and smiled, then answered.

“Ni-Ni!” I squealed, letting my head hang off my bed.

“Hey, squirt!” My favorite brother, Niall, responded. Niall and I were closer than Greg and I, mostly because of the age difference. But then he auditioned for the X Factor, and he was put into a group of four other boys—Harry, Louis, Liam, and Zayn. They were a huge band now, called One Direction, and I was literally obsessed, even though I was only eight. I watched everything that they were on, had all of their autographs, and all their CD’s. I personally thought that Louis was the cutest, but I stupidly told Niall that one time, and he told me I could do better than him. But Louis and I get along really well—when he brings them home, we always pull pranks on the other boys. Louis calls me his ‘sister from another mister’, and I don’t really like him like that anymore. “Katie? Did ya hear me?” Niall asked.

“Um…you said I’m the most awesome person alive and that you are going to fall on your face every time you are near me?”

“Nice try.” Niall laughed. I could hear Louis screaming something in the background, and Niall yelled, “Lou, shut up, I’m on the phone with Katie!” More screaming. “Louis says hi.” Then I heard deeper voices say something, and Niall sighed. “Harry and Liam say hey.” I giggled.

“HELLO LADS! What about Zayney boy? Does he not miss me?”

“Nah, he’s just sleeping.” I snorted. “Anyway, did ya hear what I said before?”

“Nope.”

“I’m not gonna be able ta come back till the week after Christmas.” My heart plummeted.

“What?” I moaned.

“Sorry, squirt, it’s just there’s so much stuff we need ta do before we release this new album, and we’re like crazy busy! I’m really sorry.”

“But it won’t be Christmas without you!” I whined, sitting up and propping my chin on my hand. My elbows rested on my knees, and I glared at the One Direction poster above my desk.

“I’m sorry, Katie. I tried…” Niall sighed. “Look, when I get back, me and you’ll go do something. Just the two of us, like old times, right?”

“Okay…”

“I gotta go. I love ya, squirt.”

“Love you too, Ni.” I hung up the phone, and sighed. It’s not gonna be the same without Niall. I slipped under the covers on my bed, and sighed.

X************************X

Thump. I sat up straight in bed, and my eyes widened. Thump, THUMP! I bit my lip and slipped out of bed. I opened my door and padded down the hall. Thump, thump, thump. I peeked into the living room, and gasped before I thought about what I was doing. There, putting things under the tree, was a chubby man with a white beard. He wore a red suit, with white trim, and he turned to look at me. His eyes twinkled, and his cheeks were a rosy red. He smiled at me. “Katie Horan, right?” He asked. His voice was sort of low, and gravelly. I nodded. “Have you been a good girl this year, Katie?” I shook my head no, and he laughed, his belly shaking. “Well, I appreciate your honesty.”

“Are you Santa?” I asked in a hushed voice. He laughed again.

“I prefer St. Nick, but yes. I am.”

“But you're not real.” He cocked his head at me, then leaned forward. He took my hand in his, and gently tugged on his beard.

“Seems real enough to me.” He smiled. I giggled. “So, Katie…What do you want for Christmas?” He asked. I thought about it, and suddenly smiled.

“Mr. Claus, all I want for Christmas is Niall to come home.” Santa stroked his beard.

“I’ll see what I can do.” He picked me up and carried me to the couch, then set me down. “Now, I think you should get some sleep. Tomorrow is a very big day, you know.”

“Goodnight, Santa…” I whispered, sure that I was dreaming. He kissed the top of my head.

“Goodnight, Katie. Merry Christmas.”

X*************************X

“Be quiet, Haz! Gosh, you sound like a rampaging elephant!” I heard a high for a guy voice hiss the next morning.

“You can’t even spell rampaging!” A lower voice argued. I knew those voices from somewhere…Maybe Santa’s elves… I thought to myself, laughing silently.

“Can so! R-A-M…paging.” There was the high for a guy voice again.

“That’s what I thought.” Low voice.

“Shut up, the lot of you!” Another low voice commanded. “We’re gonna wake everyone up.”

 “Everyone be quiet! Katie’s right there, ya eejits!” I’d know that Irish accent anywhere!

“Niall?” I asked, opening my eyes slowly. Niall grinned at me from the open door.

“Merry Christmas, squirt.” He said. I yelled with happiness, and threw myself into his arms. He picked me up and spun me around, and I hugged him as hard as I could.

“GROUP HUG!” Louis yelled, and suddenly I was pounced on by the rest of the boys. Greg came out and yelled at us for being too loud, but I didn’t care. My brother was back! When the rest of my family got up, we opened presents and stockings. I found a note in the bottom of mine.

Hope you like your Christmas present, Katie. Stay on the nice list.

Love, Mr. C

The End

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