But I'm Barely Breathing (A The Script FanFic) (Sequel to Millionaires)

Chapter 15- Twas the Night Before Christmas

"Seems like your fried enjoyed himself." She says nodding to Eoin on the sofa. I can’t help but smile.

"Yeh. Is it ok if he stays the night as well? Cause...well I can't see him moving anytime soon." I say sheepishly and she chuckles.

"Yeh it's fine honestly, he seems like a nice lad." She says and I find myself smiling and blushing again.

"Yeh, he is."

"Are you two...?" She asks and I shake my head.

"No. No just friends. He flirts but that's just him, you know?" I say and she nods. "I think...I think Dan may have got the wrong idea though." I say, unable to keep the worry from my voice.

"Aw don't worry about him, he will be fine in the morning I'm sure, and if not then I'll give him a little chat." She says and I smile.

"Thanks."

"No problem sweetheart. And if you've ever got a problem I’m always here for a good natter." She says with a kind smile.

“Thank you.” I say, her words warming me slightly.

"Right, I better go and help Louise get Leo and her brother up to bed; they are like a couple of over excited toddlers fed to much sugar!" She says and I grin.

 "Ha okay, goodnight then, and thanks." I say smiling.

 "Night sweetheart; and Merry Christmas." She says.

 "Merry Christmas." I say as she makes her way over to Louise.

I sigh and glance back down at Eoin and smile a little sadly. I push his hair back out of his eyes and sigh again. "Why'd you have to come and complicate everything even more, hey?" I ask. Gently, I push his hair behind his ear to secure it, allowing my fingers to keep running down through his soft brown hair for a moment. "Merry Christmas." I whisper, before kissing my finger tips and pressing them softly to his temple. He looks so peaceful in his sleep. I sigh, rubbing my head and getting to my feet and heading towards the kitchen. A hot drink and sleep is what I need; least I'm sure of something.

*Joey's POV*

I love Christmas. I'm not sure why. Dan hated it. But I like all the pretty shop windows and the happy songs and the trees with the fairy lights. There is something magical about them; the glittering of the lights and the smell of the tree...it makes me happy. I don't know why, I just see it, smell it, and my mind suddenly feels happy.

Amber liked Christmas. She bought me a she bought me a box of fish and chips every year, and a blue hat one year, and a scarf the next, and then some gloves! She said it would stop me getting sick from the cold. I wish I still had them; they were nice and warm and always smelt of fish and chips.