Charlie's hair had changed dramatically from a medium-brown to midnight black by 10:30 AM. It was damp, but not dripping wet. Frequently, he ruffled his hair through it, the soft locks feeling wonderful between his fingers.

After his hair had been dyed, Jaime had sat him in the living room to explain to him what was going to happen the rest of the day. First off, her parents were going to wake up soon, so they had to establish a back-story. Charlie, as decided, was a friend from overseas who'd decided to drop by for the Holidays as a surprise. And to make sure Charlie wouldn't be recognized, even by her parents and grandparents, she had forced Charlie to wear a pair of sunglasses she picked up earlier that morning. Charlie would be 'losing his eyesight' and felt comfortable with them on. An excuse anyone would believe.

After her parents waking up, they would get ready and go down to her grandparents' house. Jaime explained they did this every year for as long as she could remember. She described her grandparents a little, to ease Charlie's nervousness. Her grandmother could come off as a strict and harsh woman, but she was lovable and sweet at times. Her grandfather would try to seem tough, but was the complete opposite. He told terrible jokes to make anyone smile. He was a very kind man people loved and adored.

Then, they would go home and get ready for Macy's Christmas party. Jaime explained that it was held in an old warehouse teens frequently used for drunken, high school parties. This time, a lot more people from the graduating class would be in attendance with plus ones, along with the seniors and juniors of the local high school with the occasional sophomore or freshman.

The dress was nice but casual. After all, it was a Christmas party-no one could go dressed in a pair of jeans and a flannel shirt.

There had been a panicked expression on Charlie's face when she said he'd have to dress nice, but she quickly hushed him quiet and told him, "I'll help you out. Don't worry."

Eventually, when the sound of a door opening and footsteps down the hall, Jaime thrusted the sunglasses in Charlie's lap, who hurriedly put them on.

"Hi, sweetheart," Theresa's smile was warm as she noticed the guest. "Who's this?"

"My friend, Charlie. He surprised me, came in from England this morning to spend Christmas with me, Mom. I thought he could stay here since he's, you know, blind and all. I hope it isn't too much trouble... is it?" she said the words, the lies easily rolling off her tongue.

It hurt to lie to her mother like this, but what else could she tell her? "Oh, I wished upon a star. And this morning, I woke up to him, a replica of a band member of a world-loved band, butt naked and on our couch. Surprise!" didn't seem like a good thing to say to Jaime's mother, especially on Christmas Eve.

Theresa's expression was warm and friendly as she walked up to Charlie and greeted him with a smile and a handshake with both of her hands. She was kind and cordial like Jaime hoped.

"It's so nice to meet you, Charlie, I hope you enjoy your stay here in America," Theresa said, smiling at him.

Genuinely, it seemed Theresa wasn't mad that Charlie was here or that it sprung up on them. She looked pleased to have met Charlie-although clearly Jaime has never mentioned a friend in England by that name-and really was glad to have him here for the Holidays.

"When did you say you got here?" Theresa asked after a few minutes of conversing with Charlie.

"Early this morning, showed up right at the door." Charlie replied truthfully.

Theresa laughed, not seeing how Jaime's cheeks turned a slight shade of pink at the memory of this morning and how she met Charlie. "Oh, that must have been a shocker!"

Oh, you have no idea, Jaime thought darkly.

It wasn't long before Charlie had met Jaime's father, Anthony. Of course, like any father, he was alarmed at the presence of a boy in the house and immediately began to grill him on his 'intentions'. Jaime blushed profusely and tried to explain to him that he was only a friend, but Charlie had already answered with, "Oh, I only want to keep her happy, no matter what."

But finally, after a few minutes of explaining to Anthony who Charlie was, she felt as if she could get dressed for the day. So, she retreated to her room and began to sift through her clothes in her closet. Deciding on a long-sleeved, white shirt, a pair of black jeans, a gray knit sweater and a red scarf as her outfit for the entire day, Jaime quickly dressed herself. She whipped her dirty-blonde hair up into a braided bun.

After she pulled on a pair of matching boots, she left her room to see that her parents were dressed with their coats and boots on. Charlie was even dressed and ready to go with his own coat. Tucked underneath Anthony's arm was the present she wrapped the day before-the car starter, a way for her grandparents to start the car from inside the house.

"Ready?" Theresa asked, raising her eyebrows.

Jaime nodded, and they opened the door to the outside.

It was almost eleven thirty by the time they reached Jaime's grandparents' house-a small, one-story home with a snowman in the front yard, where a couple neighborhood kids decided to build one for the sake of Rosie and Phil's empty yard.

"Hi, Grandma," Jaime beamed, wrapping her arms around her thin, frail grandmother.

"Hi, sweetheart," Rosie embraced Jaime tightly before letting her go. "How have you been?"

Jaime shrugged and came up with a nonchalant answer for her grandmother. After a couple minutes of chatting, she pulled Charlie to her side. She smiled at both her grandparents.

"Grandma, Grandpa, this is my friend. He's from England and he surprised me this morning by showing up at my door, so he's staying for the holidays. Oh, and, uh, he's blind by the way," Jaime said, a small smile growing on her lips.

With a small shove towards Rosie and Phil, they both shook Charlie's hand and greeted him with warmth and friendliness. After a while, though, they sat down. She and Louis sat down on the floor since there weren't many seats to begin with while Theresa began to converse with Rosie about cooking turkeys and the dishes they were planning to serve tomorrow.

Charlie and Jaime talked quietly while the grandparents opened their gifts. Sometimes, Rosie or Phil would ask Charlie something and Charlie would break his gaze from Jaime in order to answer. He was always polite, genuine and kind.

Charlie, Jaime and her parents lingered at Rosie and Phil's until it was five in the evening. Only then did they hug Rosie and Phil goodbye, Charlie having to promise them they would see him again after this year. With a promise to come back again, everyone clambered outside and into the silver Honda Civic.

Fifteen to twenty minutes later, Jaime and Charlie walked into her room. As she unwrapped her knit sweater and red scarf, she felt the exhaustion of the day's events hit her. A small, whimper escaped her lips as she fell face down onto her bed, cuddling her pillow to her chest.

We still have to go Macy's party tonight, Jaime thought.

"I really don't want to go to Macy's party tonight..." she voiced her thoughts, mumbling them into the pillow.

She almost thought Charlie hadn't caught her words, but he cocked his head to the right and asked, "Are you anti-social, then?"

Jaime coughed out a laugh before answering. "No, no, I'm not anti-social or anything like that. It's just... I'm worried about Macy's reaction when she meets you. You see, you have a face that belongs to a man who's in a very popular band-" Charlie's face scrunched up in confusion, "-um, a band is a croup of people who sing together and make music. Anyway, the guy in that band is very well known. Macy also happens to love that band very, very much. There will be a chance that she'll recognize you as Louis Tomlinson. And if she does... the whole disguise is off and we're going to be in a lot of trouble."

It was true; there was a big chance that Macy will recognize Charlie as Louis, and if she blabs her fat mouth off to anyone in particular, things could get messy very quickly.

In that single moment, Jaime realized how absurd this situation really was. She had an exact-look-alike of a popular band member who her best friend loved. All because she made a wish on a star the eve of Christmas Eve.

For a couple minutes, neither of them said a word. A couple times, Jaime glanced up at Charlie only to see that he was deep in thought and thinking. So, she grabbed her pillow tighter, nestling her face into it while taking in deep breathes to calm herself.

When Charlie finally spoke a half hour later, his English accent coming off a little hard to understand, it startled Jaime. "I understand, Jaime. But, wouldn't your friend be hurt you're not coming?"

She felt her heart stumble in it's steady rhythm, guilt seeping in. She sighed. Charlie was right. Macy would be hurt and upset if she didn't come to the party. After all, she did help plan part of it the past month or so.

"You're right," she sighed, sitting up. "We'll go. But I'd need to curl my hair and you need to get dressed. Come on."

Jaime patted his knee before standing up and walking towards the bags of clothes they bought earlier this morning.

Far off across the world, in England to be exact, Louis Tomlinson sat up from his bed panting heavily. His eyes were wide with shock and his hair damp with sweat as he replayed the scenes in his head over and over again

A girl, who came to about his nose in height, had been standing in the cold on the eve of Christmas Eve-Louis wasn't sure how he knew this; maybe it was instinctual-while wind blew in her face. Her face wasn't clear in enough for him to see, but he could tell she was beautiful. He could tell by the rosy color on cheeks or how her blonde hair blown in the wind so carelessly. There was a certain quality to the girl, though as much as he could see, she was normal as any other girl.

Then, as a cold wind blew in her face, the girl shivered and turned to go inside.

The scene quickly ended while another one replaced it.

He saw himself sitting in an unfamiliar lounge; he had been raking his eyes over the objects, inspecting every inch of the room when quiet footsteps caught his attention. His eyes glided over to the kitchen, his eyes widening when he realized this was that girl he saw in the cold.

Suddenly, the girl turned towards him and Louis wanted to gasp as he took in her appearance. Her golden blonde hair was disheveled, as if she just rolled out of bed with her hair untouched. When her eyes widened, he could see how the green color resembled the jade leaves of the forest. Her face was thin and shaped like an oval, but as Louis looked closer, he saw a small tattoo right behind her ear-a small flower surrounded by bees, uncolored and left in black ink.

Louis felt himself rushing to his feet and making his way towards the girl once the cup of coffee she had in her hands fell and shattered to the floor. He picked up every piece and grabbed a nearby towel to clean up the mess.

"But you're-" the girl stammered.

Louis felt the grin on his face grow, his tongue poke out and excitement show on his face. He didn't want to grin or smile, he wanted to ask the woman if she was alright, but when he tried to open his mouth, his jaw wouldn't move. The words refused to leave his throat.

But then, she heard her cry out, "Naked!"

One glance in the nether regions and Louis felt mortified. He was naked! And in a girl's house nonetheless! His first instinct was to move his hands to cover his junk, but when they wouldn't move, he became worried. But the moment the girl got the words out of her mouth, she swiveled on her heels and turned her back to him.

He was flustered and completely humiliated. First of all, why would he be inside of a girl's home without her permission-and again, butt naked? He needed to find clothes and get the hell out of there, but whenever he tried to move, his limbs were planted firm in their current spot.

"Stay right there," the girl instructed. "Don't you move, I'll be right back with clothes."

Yeah, as if I could move, Louis thought bitterly.

Despite the way he felt, Louis still felt like he resembled a puppy on the outside. He was still grinning as if he were happy about this whole exchange-which was not the case-and it irked him. Why would he act so happy when in fact, that was not the case? It confused Louis so much.

It wasn't long before the girl arrived covering her eyes with her hand, preventing anything from being seen. She blindly threw a pile of clothes and a pair of shoes at him.

"Put those on," she said harshly.

"Wha-what are these?" Louis found himself saying as he held the clothes out to him, as if he didn't know what they were.

The girl spoke, sounding very panicked. "Please! Put them on your body, I don't want to see you naked!"

If only Louis could physically put them on himself. His body, he realized now, was acting of it's own accord, as if the body was someone else's entirely and his mind was stuck inside. He, too, didn't want to be standing here naked any longer.

"Why?" the words came spilling from his mouth and he wanted to bury his head in a pile of pillows, where he could hide his embarrassment. "Is being naked frowned upon?"

Just as Louis was about to scream at himself in frustration, the girl cried out, "Yes! It is frowned upon, so will you please for everything that's Holy, put on those clothes!"

Fortunately, that's when his body seemed to get the hint that being naked was a huge no-no. He fumbled with the articles of clothing, struggling to understand which one went where. After a couple minutes of pulling the fabrics of clothing over his body, he was satisfyingly dressed in a pair of sweats and a plain t-shirt. However, he still wore a dopey grin on his face and Louis would do anything to wipe it off.

The girl turned around again. Her cheeks were bright red as her eyes fell on the clothes he was wearing now.

The girl rubbed the bridge of her nose before speaking.

"What the hell are you doing in my house?" Jaime kept her voice low and calm.

"Oh!" Louis chirped brightly, "Right, I'm here for you."

Louis groaned at his words, but refused to get upset over it. He had no control over what he did or said. Was there a point in getting upset in every little thing he did?

"Why were you in my house, butt naked, and without permission? Technically I could call the police on you and have you arrested for breaking and entering."

Louis felt his heartbeat pick up speed. No! She couldn't call the cops! His reputation would be ruined and he wouldn't be able to stay in One Direction. This time, he begged his body to run, to do something; anything but stay inside the house. He needed to leave before she did call the cops.

But there was no surprise when Louis said, "I was cold, I couldn't stay out there. Is it wrong to come in without permission?"

The girl sighed loudly. "Yes, it's wrong. Now tell me why you are here."

He felt himself bouncing on the balls of his heels, unable to sit still like a child with ADHD. "I told you, I'm here for you. I was sent by the Heavens to fulfill your wish."

If Louis could physically do a double-take at his own words, he would have. And he wondered what kind of dream he was having. Sent by the Heavens? Wish? Louis swore he must have had something strange in order to have such weird dreams.

Her eyes narrowed, a harsh expression on her features as she stared at Louis critically. "What in the Hell do you mean?"

"Approximately 8:47 last night, you made a wish upon a star." Louis wanted to smack himself for saying such ludicrous words, even as the tone of his voice rose higher to match a female's voice-most likely the girl's. "'I wish to have someone at my side this Christmas, someone to make me happier and to open my eyes to better and newer things'."

A gasp escaped her lips as she stared at Louis, eyes wide.

The girl started to fade away as did the room surrounding him. Everything started to fade to black until Louis found himself panting in his bed, awake from the strange dream.

That dream was something else, Louis was sure of it. He didn't always dream of things this strange. His dreams were as normal as everyone else's. So why did Louis feel as if this dream wasn't something nobody else dreamed of?

The dream felt real to him, he couldn't deny that. His attraction for the girl was as real as it could get. The girl, whose name he didn't know, was beautiful, although she was as ordinary as girls could get. He didn't understand why he found her so beautiful in the first place. Someone so ordinary and real... how could someone like that simply blow him away like she did?

Rubbing his face with his hands, Louis glanced at the clock in between his fingers. The time flashed a couple minutes after midnight. Groaning, he fell back under the covers and covered his face from the world, letting sleep overtake him once more.

I apologize so much for not updating this in two months. Oh geez, that was not cool. Anyway, there's been so much love with this book lately, I just had to update as quick as I could. Thanks for all the votes and comments, guys. I really do appreciate it <3 - Chey