Buy me presents by Sabrina Carpenter

If you don't wanna buy me presents drink me like a warm glass of milk.

Waking up on Christmas morning at Hawthorne House is unpleasant to say the least. Avery, Jameson, Xander, Libby, Nash and Max all circle my bed. 

"Get up!" Jameson yells impatiently, making me jolt awake. "Fucking hell! Why are you all in my room?" I yelp, pushing past them all to check the time, 8am. Surely we're too old to be waking up this early for Christmas?

"Hawthorne tradition. First up wakes up the person in the closest room, then together they wake up the next closest and so on. You're one of the furthest away wings, so get up." Jameson bounces on the balls of his feet.

"This is a 20 year old man." I emphasis. "Christmas is my favourite." Jameson sings happily, practically shoving me into the bathroom to get ready.

Libby, Nash and Max all hug me, saying I danced great and they missed me and all that shit.

I brush my teeth and stare at them through the mirror, all of them standing outside the bathroom door excitedly. 

"Holy shit, give me a minute." I growl as I spit out the toothpaste.

"Just because you're getting dumped on Christmas doesn't mean you should be so moody." Xander teases.

"What?" Libby retreats. "Grayson found a tie in Paris' bed and now he thinks shes cheating but she doesn't know where it came from." Avery recaps.

"Yeah, and frankly it's nobodies business. If I hear one mention of it today you're done for." I warn, ending the discussion before it can begin.

I change in the bathroom, some sweats and slippers. I tie my hair back and don't bother with makeup yet.

"Let's wake Grayson and then we can open presents." Jameson smiles joyfully. God he's such a child.

"Impossible task. Grayson is the heaviest sleeper in the world." Xander interrupts.

Jameson takes it upon himself to 'recruit backup' aka Tiramisu the puppy. I take my chance to say hello to the one year old puppy I haven't seen in ages. She is most definitely happy to see me, and thankfully she hasn't forgotten me.

We get to his wing and I take lead, gently pushing his bedroom door open. 

All of us pile inside his bedroom, circling his bed.

Jameson places the puppy down at the edge of his bed. The tiny girl climbs on his body, crawling slowly up his blanketed body. 

I notice on Grayson's bedside is a photo taken on the night of Avery's inheritance. It's me in my pink ball gown laughing and him grinning as he hugs me. Both of us soaking wet from the game of 'hide and go soak'. 

"Wakey wakey." Xander sings. Tiramisu licks his face excitedly, tail wagging at the speed of light.

"That had best.. be the dog." Grayson's stern voice speaks. His eyes pry open and he sits up in no time, pushing to his feet and heading into the bathroom to get ready. 

He comes out in no less than five minutes in a full suit and tie, his hair styled perfectly and his cologne breezing over my senses.

"Morning." He smiles, pulling me in for a half hug and placing a kiss on my head. Even though he's angry at me he's not ruining Christmas, even if it was brief it still gives me hope.

Gift opening feels just like I did when I was a child, though much more luxurious. The ten feet tall Christmas tree glowing over us with nothing else but the fire pit alight.

My gifts for everyone else seem to be appreciated. I've got a bunch of makeup, perfume, jewellery, shoes, dresses and fluffy socks — which I both appreciate and feel guilty about considering Max spent her last pay check buying us all budgeted gifts then apologised for how 'shit' they were, to which we assured her they were perfect. Even Grayson was pleasantly surprised at the cuff links she got him.

Jameson hands Avery her gift and she scowls at him when she finds the sluttiest lingerie Santa outfit. She passes him his gift and his eyes widen with horror when he found the exact same lingerie for him to wear. This obviously made the rest of us burst out laughing.

"I left your stuff in my room, P. You can open it later." Grayson whispers to me. I nod gently, "You can open yours then as well." I reply, placing a quick kiss on his cheek before returning to the conversation at hand.

We eat cinnamon rolls for breakfast, all sitting down and laughing at stories of each families Christmas' growing up. Hearing about the time they went ice skating and Jameson tripped Grayson up on the ice and he broke his arm. Then blushing with mortification as Avery relives the time we had a snowball fight and a piece of ice someone ended up scratching my cornea. 

"You want to start getting ready? The party'll be starting soon." Jameson stands up and offers a hand to my sister. 

We all disperse up the stairs, me taking Tiramisu and Grayson's hand.

I have an uneasy feeling in my stomach, something making me feel dizzy with fear. Being alone with Grayson could mean at least a million fights at hand. 

We reach his bedroom after a pitstop in my room to get his gift and walk in together. 

I make his bed whilst he gets my gift ready.

"Grayson I-" I start, he comes behind me and places a hand on the small of my back.

"We'll talk tomorrow. Just relax, I can feel how on edge you are and it's making me anxious." He comforts, pulling me gently around to face him, our bodies pressed together.

"I love you okay?" He whispers. "I love you too." I sniffle, hugging him and squeezing my eyes shut to appreciate the moment.

"Now sit down and open your presents. I won this year." He winks with that Hawthorne smirk.

"No I think you'll find I actually win this one." I grin. 

I hand him the heavy bag full of gifts he passes me mine, equally as heavy.

We start opening the hand wrapped gifts, smiling gleefully when we see how perfect each is.

He's got Pj's, a new tie, 5 of his favourite artists vinyls, a watch, a set of crystal whiskey glasses, some sunglasses and a camera lens.

I've got a rug, bunny slippers, a curling iron, earrings, perfume, a set of lipsticks and ballet tights.

The final gift in the bag for each of us is underwear. He got me a set of lingerie and I got him designer underwear. 

"I got you one more thing." I mutter, reaching into the pocket of my sweatpants. "Yeah I did too." He replies, also reaching into his blazer pocket.

At the exact same time we each produce an open ended ticket flight. 

We both light up with grins, placing the tickets down and pulling each other in tight. My tears drip down his neck.

"I missed you so much." I cry out against his neck. "I know baby. I missed you too." He comforts, rubbing his hands up and down my back comfortingly.

"C'mere." He whispers, sitting down with me falling into his lap. His hands continue rubbing my back under the sweatshirt, smiling sweetly at me and wiping my tears away with one swipe of his thumb.

"Now go get ready for the Christmas party. I'll meet you in your room in an hour." He kisses my cheek.

I nod and head back to my room, taking the bag of my presents with me.

When I arrive back, Skylar Anguelo DiCambello is already awaiting me.

"Shower then we'll get started on your hair and makeup." She claps her hands efficiently.

"Skylar Anguelo DiCambello?" I ask casually, placing my bag down by my bedside and taking the hair tie out of my hair.

"You can just call me Sky." She replies with a sweet smile.

"Yeah that's a trigger word around here, how about just Skylar?" I joke. She nods unbothered and continues checking her clipboard.

"What did you mean ring?" I reply, my smile fading away and being replaced by that bubbling anxiety in my gut.

"The shower is calling your name." Skylar dismisses. I know I won't be getting anything out of her so I give up and slip into the bathroom.

When I get out the shower I'm swarmed by 2 hair stylists and 1 makeup artist. 

"I'll be back in about 40 minutes to get your dress on." Skylar smiles and clicks her pen shut before walking out, the sharp clicking of her shiny heels following her out.

The hair stylists dry my hair after using at least a thousand products. 

"Paris we've been advised by your wardrobe consultant that you're supposed to have a new look." The male hair stylist tells me, kneeling in front of me like he's about to tell me my Grandma died.

"Okay.." I blink nervously. "We want to give you bangs." He tells me, placing a hand over mine and staring into my soul for some sort of reaction.

"Like Will Byers.." I shiver.

"Oh dear lord no. We're thinking Taylor Swift folklore kind of bangs. Your hair has a sort of natural wave to it and we want to give you that sort of natural look. But if you decide to straighten your hair it'll look wispy like the red era." He tells me.

"You had me at Taylor Swift. Do whatever you have to do." I grin.

And so just as promised they cut me bangs that look exactly like Taylor Swift's hair during folklore. It's definitely different but I think I like it.

They let my hair take its natural wave and use hairspray to contain it.

Meanwhile the makeup artist casually does some subtle makeup on me, giving me a calm eye look and telling me the lips will be the show stopper.

I decline her offer of using a bright red lipstick and instead grab one of the dark red lipsticks that Grayson got me, along with the earrings and perfume.

The artist begrudgingly applies the lipstick whilst I dab on the perfume to my neck and wrists.

Skylar comes back and literally gasps at the hair, telling me it's exactly the mature but still fun style I needed. She allows me to wear the earrings and even helps me put them in.

The three makeup and hair artists start to pack up and I make sure to thank them.

"Okay get dressed. Hurry." She snaps her fingers, ushering me into the closet and instructing me on exactly how to put the dress on and all the things you'd think would be basics.

I step inside the closet, slipping into the dress and heels, putting on all the jewellery and hoping Skylar know how to fix these straps because logic doesn't seem to help when it comes to cross body straps.

From behind the door I can hear a male voice and another scolding him. I immediately identify Grayson being hissed at by Skylar for trying to walk into the closet I'm in.

I walk out a couple moments later, both heads turning to me and staring dramatically.

"I can't figure out the straps." I groan to Skylar, who just tuts and comes behind me to fix them. 

Grayson however seems stunned into silence, eyeing me shamelessly up and down. 

"Holy shit.. Your hair." He grins in awe. 

He steps forward, gently caressing my hair then my cheek, leaving his hand there. "Does it look stupid?" I frown worriedly.

"No.. Not at all. You look gorgeous." He smiles sweetly.

"You're all set. Have a good night, I'm heading home. To take your dress off.. or maybe I should tell this to him," Skylar smirks teasingly, I scoff a laugh but Grayson just remains staring at me in admiration.

"You just untangle all the straps and it should slip right off." She smiles, sending me a wink on the way out

"Thanks Sky." I call after her.

That name makes Grayson's eyes finally break eye contact with my body. We both smirk a little at his reaction.

"You're so gorgeous. Like insanely pretty. Ethereal. I can't believe you're my girlfriend." He rambles.

"Enough about me, that red tie is so hot." I smile. That is until I realize our entire fight was caused by a red tie so we both kind of tense up a little.

"After you." He says after a moment of silence, opening the door for me and following me out with our hands intertwined. 

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