Samantha's POV:

* Christmas Day *

I was sitting on the couch, watching the telly. It was Christmas Eve, and nearly midnight. I was just surfing the channels, too bored to to sleep, when the I heard the doorbell ring.

Now, to be honest, I was a bit pissed off because who would ring someone's doorbell in the middle of the night. I hoped it wasn't those stupid teenagers that would ring someone's doorbell and then run away. That actually happened to me a few times.

So I went to the door to tell the person to fuck off, but when I swung the door open, I didn't see a person. I saw five people.

"Merry Christmas!" they shouted, their eyes wide, smiles huge. Even Louis said it, and I guessed that he couldn't avoid me forever.

"It's not Christmas yet," I pointed out, "it's not midnight yet."

"Actually, it is," Louis grinned, and from the corner of my eye, I noticed that Niall stiffened, jealous that Louis was warming up to me. Louis shoved his wrist in my face, and I saw the watch that read, 12:00.

"Oh, well, Merry Christmas to you too," I said and slammed the door in their faces. I could hear faint mumbling, wondering what I was doing, and I giggled to myself. I opened the door to reveal their confused expressions. "I'm just kidding, guys," I laughed, opening up my arms. "Welcome back! But what are you doing here? I thought you were on tour!"

"Well, first of all, that wasn't the welcoming greeting I was waiting for," Harry said. "And second of all, we got a break since it's Christmas!"

"Well, come on in," I smiled, a shiver pulsing down my spine. "I bet you're cold, because I am." They strolled in, stamping their boots on the ground to get the snow off. I winced because I had cleaned the floor just yesterday. "There's a mat for a reason," I snapped, rolling my eyes.

"Well, look who's upset on Christmas morning," Niall teased, wrapping his arm around my waist. I stuck my tongue out at him. "Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed?"

"Actually, I didn't sleep at all," I said, trodding up the stairs. "You guys are probably hungry," I directed that mostly to Niall, "so help yourselves. But don't make a mess." And with that, I disappeared into my room.

I couldn't sleep for the next hour. I kept tossing and turning, but when Niall finally plopped down next to me, I drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

--

"Merry Christmas!" I heard four voices screaming at us in the morning as they jumped on the bed. I groaned and pulled the cover over my head.

"Leave us alone," Niall muttered, pulling me closer to him.

"But it's Christmas," I heard Louis pout, and the other boys agreed.

"Fine," I mumbled, stretching and yawning. "But first let me change."

--

After I had put on some sweats and Niall's oversized T-shirt (I wanted a lazy day), I went downstairs and gasped. There was flour all over the place, pancake batter smeared on the walls. Jelly beans were spilled on the floor, and I tried not to step on them as I made my way to the family room where all five boys were calmly watching a cartoon.

"What is this?" I said, gesturing towards the mess in the kitchen.

Chaos erupted. There were the shouting and the pointing, and the constant, "Harry did it! Harry did it!" until I screamed out, "Shut up!" And they really did shut up.

"Niall, tell me what happened," I demanded, placing my hands on my hips.

"So adger oo geb--" Niall had a mouthful of bacon so I stopped him.

"Liam, what happened?" I asked him, since he was called Daddy Direction for a reason.

"Well, after you went to bed--"

"Oh, no," I muttered, shaking my head.

"--we got some marshmallows and jelly beans," Liam said, and I thought, 'No wonder they are so hyper!'. "Well, we accidentally spilled some jelly beans." He pointed to jelly beans sprawled all over the floor. "And then we got so hyper that we smudged some marshmallows onto the wall." He pointed to the corner where I missed, and I groaned inwardly.

"So Harry decided to make breakfast. Pancakes," Liam smiled, standing up. "So Louis poured some flour all over the place--"

"I did not!"

"Yes, you did, Louis. Now shut up." Liam continued the story. "And then they went weird and rubbed the batter all over the place. I tried to stop them." He finished the story.

"You did not!" "Hell no you didn't!" "You--"

"Louis, Niall, Zayn, Harry. Go clean up the kitchen," I instructed as I sat down to watch the cartoons myself.

"What about Liam?" Louis complained as he got a sponge.

"He doesn't have to because he's a good boy. Now clean!"

Notes

I hope you like this chapter! Took me awhile to write. And Louis finally talks to Sammie again! Woohoo!<3
-JJ