Hey, here's the Jameson oneshot for Christmas. Grayson's will be posted outwith this one later. Just a reminder this is not actually a part of the story so you can skip this without impacting the story for yourself. I guess this is just a little thank you for all of the support this book has received, I seriously don't think I can ever repay you all for the gratitude I feel. Thanks again and Happy Holidays, Feliz Navidad, Buon Natalie, Tis the damn Season, Joyeux Noel, and Merry Christmas. 

Much love - May <3

The cold Christmas snow nips my skin, falling down like a silent flurry. I look down at the snow covering the grass that my shiny black heels crunch across. 

Snowflakes remain on the small blonde hairs on my arms. A couple land on my nose like an array of white freckles.

Fluffy fields of snow before me paves the short walk from the SUV to the old fashioned castle. 

Avery and the boys had all been compelled to attend this Christmas Eve party with a bunch of other rich snobs, unlucky for me I had been dragged along as Xander's plus one. Avery brought Max, Nash brought Libby. So we were all here.

A brand new maroon dress hugs my body, showing off most of my body and causing me to be even colder. My hair pulled back into an excruciatingly tight ponytail. 

Max jogs ahead to catch up with me, the two of us now straying ahead of the crowd. 

"May I just say Miss Paris, your boobs look splendid in that dress." Max comments in an elegant voice, pretending to be rich like all the people roaming outside the castle.

"Ah yes, and your ass looks marvellous in that suit." I reply in the same tone. Both of us link arms and laugh as we approach the doors.

Max is wearing a bright green power suit and bouncy black curls in her hair. Avery's sequinned dress is gold and shimmering every time she moves. Libby's dress is a pale blue one matching her hair. The boys all wear classy black suits, different colored ties for each of them. Grayson's tie is gold, Xander's is green, Nash's is blue, Jameson hasn't bothered to show up yet so I don't actually know how he looks.

"Names?" A security guard asks with a deep and unimpressed voice. 

The best part about this whole party was the invites had gone out in secret so no paparazzi knew it was happening and it was held in such a desolate place that it wouldn't be found.

"Avery Grambs, Nash Hawthorne, Alexander Hawthorne and Grayson Hawthorne. With their plus ones Maxine Liu, Paris Grambs and Libby Grambs." Oren speaks for us. The guard nods to him in some sort of weird pack way, like 'hello fellow security guard' like some sort of mutual understanding. 

The tall wooden doors are pulled open and the guard gestures for us to step inside. 

The main hall is vast and buzzing with happy faces and expensive outfits. Fairy lights beam the whole room into a blissful joy. Loud Christmas music surrounds me. Ornaments and decorations are placed to perfection. A long snack table holds at least a thousand food options as well as a punch bowl.

The boys shake hands with a few random passer-by's with fond smiles. We wait in the hallways, accepting the drinks from two well dressed waiters. One tray has champagne, another has alcohol free champagne which most of us unfortunately have to take, except Libby and Nash. 

An enormous tree stands 20 feet tall in the main hallway. "The under 21's room is right this way if you'll follow me. Adults are free to proceed to the party room." A gentleman with slicked back silver hair winks. 

Libby and Nash head through, the rest of us following to a slightly smaller room at the opposite side of the castle. Teenagers well trained with etiquette clink glasses and laugh politely. 

"It's like a room full of Grayson's." I mutter to my group, resulting in a loud snort from Xander and a sharp glare from Grayson. 

I'm introduced to some girls my age by Xander, who does me the favour of telling me which people are bearable to talk to. He 'sets me up' with the girls he thinks I'd get along most with. 

One girl with blonde straight hair laughs in a fake way that makes me want to slap her. These girls aren't exactly my idea of a great night out but I suppose it could be worse. 

"Would you be interested in joining us at the afterparty Paris?" Claire (a brunette) asks me with a cheesy smile I can't help but think is fake. These five girls surrounding me seem like very genuine and real girls, but with the elegance and perfect training obtained for events like this everything seems fake. 

"I'm not sure." I shrug with a polite smile.

"Oh you must join us. It's going to be all us girls and our boyfriends. You should bring yours." The blonde one (Naomi) tells me excitedly. 

"No, I don't have a boyfriend. I should really just go home instead of crashing your party. Thanks though." I laugh kindly. 

"Oh please, we've seen the videos of that punky gang boy taking your clothes of." One girl guffaws. 

"You've seen that?" I chuckle nervously. "Of course we have. You were the talk of the book club for a month straight." Taylor nudges me gently. 

"Wonderful. Listen, I don't have a boyfriend so I really shouldn't come." I scratch the back on my neck nervously. 

"You really don't have a boyfriend? That's even more reason to come. We have so many older boys coming. If you get really drunk I'm sure they'd love to spend time with you." Naomi suggests.

"And as rapey as that sounds I really should get home early tonight." I turn down immediately with a sarcastic smile.

"But it'll be so much fun. Just come along, you don't even have to stay long or talk to any of the guys." The slightly kinder one (Amy) suggests warmly. 

"I'll think about it." I smile carefully. 

Some boys walk over and place an arm over each of the girls shoulders. 

"Who's this?" One boy undresses me with his eyes. "Paris." I answer briefly. "Oh shit you're that girl with the boobs. I liked that video." He laughs idiotically, he is clearly extremely drunk.

"You got a man?" A guy with curly black hair nods seductively. I cringe in disgust, before I can even open my mouth to decline, a comfortable arm snakes its way cheekily around my waist and grips my hip firmly in a protective way. 

"Mark." Jameson nods to the boy with a clenched jaw and a fake smile. "This your girl?" He gestures to me like I'm some sort of object. 

"She's my girlfriend. Not my 'girl', she doesn't belong to me." Jameson says remaining calm but I can tell if I wasn't on his waist he would start a fight. 

"Thought you said you didn't have a boyfriend Paris?" Taylor challenges teasingly. 

"She didn't want to make you feel bad that she scored a stud like me." Jameson winks with a smirk, giving my hip a gentle squeeze which causes me to snort. 

Some girls laugh uncharacteristically giggly, clearly having a crush on him and causing their boyfriends to readjust themselves insecurely. 

"So how'd a girl like you get a guy like him?" Naomi says in a mean tone. "Naomi!" Amy yelps. 

"Well Paris is gorgeous which I'm sure you've noticed." Jameson says defensively. 

"But that's not what matters. She has an incredible personality- Something you girls could learn from her." He adds with a menacing wink.

Some of the girls gasp at the insult, others giggle because they're so in love with him they don't even bat an eye over what he said.

"And her tits though, right?" One guy jokes, having also seen the video.

"What'd you just say?" Jameson raises his voice in rage. 

"Jamie it's fine." I place a hand on his stomach to stop him from making a move on the guy. 

"Could you try not to sexually harass a girl for just one day?" Jameson snarls, I can tell he's ready to pounce but when I tell him not to he does as I say.

"Chill out man, it was a joke." He laughs. 

"Well tell your jokes to someone who finds harassing minors funny." Jameson raises his voice, making sure nearby groups hear.

He starts to walk us away and leans his head down to my ear when we're far enough away, "You okay?" He asks softly.

"It's fine." I shrug nonchalantly. 

"I think you need a drink just as much as I do." Jameson scoffs, pulling out a flask from his suit jacket. It's only now I take in his looks. 

His suit is matching to his brothers, his tie a dark red color. His hair is messy and untamed.

Jameson leads me to the corner of the room, his arm still around my waist despite us being far out of sight. I take the golden flask and unscrew the lid, taking a couple sips. 

He spins me around on the spot so I'm backed into the corner and he's blocking me in. He takes the bottle and subtly takes a sip, shielding it from outside view.

"Thanks for.. showing up." I shrug, not wanting to admit how helpful it was. 

"Course, didn't think you fancied getting your boobs complemented tonight." He shrugs as if it was nothing.

"I like it when my boobs are complemented just not by pervs." I joke calmly, taking another sip and re-screwing the cap.

"Well in that case, your boobs look excellent tonight." He starts out sincerely, placing a gentle finger on my cheek as if he was about to say the most intimate thing ever then smirking and patting my cheek jokingly.

"What a gentleman." I smile with mock-amaze. "But in all seriousness you shouldn't listen to those bastards. They're all like Skye. They pretend to be all elegant and polite then they say the most offensive out of pocket shit and just get away with it because they're rich." He informs me angrily.

"Yeah I didn't take it to heart. I was not going to that party even if they dragged me. I just wanna get home and sleep until next Christmas." I scoff a laugh. 

"Not a big fan of Christmas Eve parties?" Jameson asks with a frown. "Christmas Eve's literal origin is old guys sleeping and drinking cocoa, it says that in the bible." I assure him dryly.

"I don't think we read the same bible." He laughs gently. "Listen, what d'you say we head upstairs. I heard the master bedroom is free." He suggests.

I raise both my brows and drop my jaw, "Jamie! You perv! What the fuck?" I hiss. "If that's how you get girls to sleep with you then you aren't as smooth as I thought." I clench my jaw.

His eyes widen in shock. "No! God no Paris! I just meant we could go up there for some space. Why is that the first thing that came to mind?" He yelps awkwardly. 

His face begin to melt into the color of his tie, flushed with embarrassment. 

I snort in his face and burst out laughing, "Let's go then." I continue laughing as we walk upstairs. 

"We were just talking about the bible and you thought I asked if you wanted to sleep with me." He mocks in disbelief as we sneak inside the large wooden door. 

"Holy shit." I gasp when we walk through the doors and are met with a never ending bedroom. A huge double king sized bed with four wooden pillar and burgundy velvet curtains draped across it. The cream colored walls are covered by hundreds of paintings of old monarchs. Bookshelves are lined with crispy brown pages in books looking as if they'd survived all the way since the Victorian days. A rug on the floor is made of lion fur and has a realistic looking lions head on the end, looking as if an actual lion was run over simply to make this rug.

"Holy shit is that real?" I gape, crouching down to the thing. Upon inspection I can in fact confirm for myself that it is real.

"Thats sick." I grimace with disgust. 

"If it makes you feel better it looks pretty old so I'm sure he got a good life until.. well you know." Jameson frowns, flipping through a book I know he has no interest in. 

"God. Imagine getting into a bed like this every single night." I sigh, flopping down on the huge bed.

"I could get used to that." Jameson laughs, dropping the book and flopping beside me happily. 

"Imagine having sex on this bed. How great would that be?" I chuckle at the thought. 

"The owners are like a thousand years old, pretty sure they don't even sleep in here anymore cause they can't make it up the eight flights of stairs." He tells me.

"That explains the dust." I hum. "You think you can still have sex at that age? Or would your organs just explode with the pressure?" I ask randomly.

"I can't say I've ever had a girl ask me a more disturbing question whilst lying in bed with me." Jameson cringes.

"I gotta know, Jamie." I roll over onto my side and face him, he remains staring at the ceiling.

"Tell you what, Eiffel Tower. One day when we're all old and wrinkled. We can test it out." He teases.

"You won't make it that long if you keep calling me Eiffel Tower." I fume. 

"Sorry Princess." He rolls to his side now too, out faces so close that our noses are lightly grazing. Either of us could move. It's not like the bed doesn't have enough space for us to move. But we both choose to stay where we are.

I feel my heart beat flutter beneath my ribcage. 

"I know we were joking around before.. but jokes aside I wanna let you know you look really gorgeous tonight." He whispers so quietly I wouldn't hear him if we weren't this close. 

I blink rapidly. "Red suits you." He mutters. Before either of us can stop it our lips are closing in on each other. Like magnets are pulling us together. 

Suddenly a loud bang makes me snap back away from him. 

"Just fireworks baby, it's okay." Jameson nods in assurance. 

He gets to his feet and helps me up to mine too, taking my hand and pulling me out towards the grand balcony looking out on the whole woods. Thousands of tall trees coated in white snowfall. 

"That means it's midnight. Which means it's Christmas." He tries to stop the smile creeping onto his face as he looks at me.

"Merry Christmas Jamie." I whisper softly. "Merry Christmas Paris." 

We both look out on the bright array of fireworks, resembling a reindeer followed by Santa and then a Christmas tree.

"Guess this means we gotta kiss." Jameson hints forwardly.

"Thats New Year's Eve babe, nice try." I tut. 

He groans jokingly and we watch the fireworks together from up high, practically looking around our height. 

The tiny bodies of people start to pile outside and walk home or to their respective rides home.

"Should we get going? Everyone will be waiting on us." I ask sadly, not wanting to leave this moment.

"They can wait." Jameson says lowly. 

We turn around to step back inside but instead we both catch sight of something hanging above us. 

"Mistletoe." He vocalises.

"Now we have to kiss." I smirk. 

He looks down at me with a grin, his hand goes to my neck delicately. 

I lean in first, his lips landing safely on mine for a soft and careful kiss.

He pulls away and looks down at me with a fond smile. "Gotta start carrying mistletoe with me everywhere I go." He jokes. 

I don't laugh. "Fuck the mistletoe." I smirk. 

I pull his head back down to my level once again and connect our lips for a firmer kiss. He takes a moment to adjust after the initial shock but eventually warms up to it and soon enough we're making out passionately.

His hands pressed warmly on my hips, mine cupping his cheeks and running through his hair. 

He separates our lips to look down at me, my lipstick smudged across his face and our breaths exasperating.

"I guess since it's Christmas I can give you this." Jameson breathes. He removes a small velvet pouch from his pocket and hands it to me. 

I give him a grateful smile as I open the pouch and let the contents slip out the bag and into my hand. "You seriously didn't have to get me anything." I assure him promisingly.

A silver necklace with one charm. I smile when my eyes scan the charm. A miniature Eiffel Tower. 

"Jamie." I say, not able to hold back the grin on my face.

"If you don't like it you can return it.. it's not a big deal." He rushes his words. 

"It's incredible.. I don't want you spending this kind of money on me though." I insist with a frown. 

"I'd give every last penny I own just to get that smile on your face." He brushes a finger over my cheek, leaving tingles where he touches. 

He takes the necklace from my hand and steps behind me. 

The necklace falls onto my chest and wraps carefully around my neck. He seals it and all I can feel is his warm breath tickling my cold neck. 

His hands wrap around my stomach and his chin drops to my shoulder, I cuddle him back with a wide smile.

Christmas Day with Jameson Hawthorne. All I could ever ask for.