A/N Hi, I though this would be a lovely nice christmas present for everyone who reads this. I hope you like it.....hope. I am not in the greatest of moods so please dont be too mean if it is bad. Please review when you are done and that will make me even happier but if not then it doesnt matter does it ^_^

I sat in the corner on my living room watching my mum’s party unfold in front of me. I was never a party person and Christmas was never a thing for me coz I never got anything. No one ever got me anything besides one person. He was unknown to me but it made me smile that he always got me something. Ever since, I was 14. Every year I would look for it on Christmas day and every year I would get one. I loved it. This year was no different. I had already looked under the tree when my mum had told me everyone was here. I raced to the tree to see if there was something there for me and there was. I was thrilled. I wanted to open it but I didn’t. I wanted to save it until tomorrow.

My phone buzzed and I picked it up. The number was unknown but I read the message any way. You are looking hot tonight like every year. Open your present for me Xx. That is what is said. I blinked at it and looked around. I saw no one. Sure, some of the people I didn’t know but there was a few I did. My grandparents were here, then there were my cousins, my aunt, and my sister, and then there were loads of friends I recognised. A few people I did not recognised, I took for being friends of friends or friends from work or something like that.

I didn’t take it in any other time so why should I now. I put my phone back thinking that it was a joke and relaxed back in the chair staring in to the candle in the middle of the table. I was just going into my own little world when my phone went off again. Annoyed I picked it up and opened it even though I didn’t know the number again. Please, I need to see your pretty face light up before I leave to night Xx. This time I took notice of it. This time I got out the chair and walked around the room and house trying to find someone that might be playing a joke on me.

I went to my mum and she looked at me weird. “What is wrong Hun?” I showed her the number and text.

“This was sent to me and I dont know who it is but I want to ring their neck in and tell them to stop playing fucking jokes.” She raised and eyes brow.

“Dear please your language.” I rolled my eyes.

“Do you know the number or not mother?” she closed her eyes and thought for a second.

“I recognise it but no. Maybe you should ring it” she suggested. I smiled at the great idea and then I dialled the number waiting for someone to pick his or her phone up. I walked in the living room and stood by the tree was someone looking at their phone smirking.

I hung up and walked up to him pissed off but just as I got there, I recognised the face. He looked up and smiled at me and I just stopped. I was nineteen and for the last five years, I had a complete hottie giving me expensive presents.

So, I was a rich kid in the modern day having a Victorian style Christmas Do and it looked like I had a prince in front of me. I didn’t wear any Victorian clothes because of the corset and I having an operation a few weeks ago made my middle area a little sensitive.

He smiled at me more and I realised it was someone I least expected it to be. For the last six to seven years, I have known someone who is arrogant, manipulative, an ass, and the guy is so egotistical you can’t help but hate him. I despise him to the bone. He is the most horrible person to get along with and he is the one giving me the nice gifts and saying in the letters that I was pretty. Yes, he sent me letters! I mean who does that! I know people never ever do that but here I stand in front of a very hot arrogant guy who write letters telling me that he cares. Pfft, my ass he cares. I turned and walked up stairs. I was tired and I screwed the idea of Christmas totally...or so I thought. I sat on my bed and relaxed. In fact, I slept.

I woke up a few hours later and I groaned as the sound of music still sounded the house. I sat up in bed and switched the lamp on. I rubbed my eyes and looked around.

You would think that if I saw someone sitting in my favourite chair in my room watching me that I would gasp but no, I glared. Jason Richards, the guy I hated, well he was sat in on my favourite chair in my room watching me. I couldn’t help but glare at him. It was a trait that I had picked up. Instead of being the perfect nineteen year old, I was a rebellious one who glared at everything.

“Get out of my room.” I warned through gritted teeth.

“No, not until you open your present and thank me for it. I am already late so if you wouldn’t mind” You see what I mean? Sure, I was cold to him but I had a reason.

“No, I want you to leave.” He shook his head and walked over to the bed. He dropped the small package on the bed.

“Open it” he told me. I folded my arms, closed my eyes, and stuck my nose in the air. Ok, so I could act like a snob but it was all in the good nature of getting rid of Jason. He huffed and then the next minute I knew I felt his lips on mine. I tried to pull away but he followed. I fell back on the bed and he followed me even more. He crawled on top of me and tried to deepen the kiss. I tried not to kiss him back but it felt good.

I was amazed at his gentleness and I liked it. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer falling deep into the kiss. He pulled away leaving me breathless and dazed.

“Please open it,” he whispered. I blinked and then shook my head. I pushed him off.

“You ass. For one there was no mistletoe and two you fucking kissed me! Why?!” he sighed.

“Because I wanted to. You looked gorgeous sat like you were I couldn’t help myself and darling there is. Mistletoe I mean. Right above you. I hate to think what goes on in your bed when you aren’t around” I cringed at the thought and got off my bed. I picked the present up and walked to the heater by the window.

“But Jason you hate me. You give me snide comments you never talk to me at school and you are always arrogant and egotistical.” He came up behind me, put his head on my shoulder, and wrapped his arms around me.

“That doesn’t mean I dont like you. I am like that all the time like you are a bitch all the time” I frowned but accepted it. It was true. “I like your bedroom” he whispered.

“There is too much tinsel for my liking” Jason made a sound and pulled me closer.

“I like it” I smiled and for once I felt good. Somehow, Jason made feel wanted again. I looked at the present and opened it up. It was two boxes. I opened the long box first and I was the most delicate necklace in the world. It was a thin silver chain and then the pendant was two heart entwined with silver. It was beautiful.

“Thank you Jason” I whispered.

“Open the next but look at me while you do it.” I turned around and smiled at him. I put the other box on the side and opened the smaller box. I blinked at it. I looked at Jason and then down at the ring again. On the inside of the box, it said Wedding Celebration Co.

“Marry me” Jason whispered as I was still trying to get it around my head that Jason had brought me a ring.

“I dont know. I dont know you. I have hated you for the last 6 years. I can’t just fall in love.” He smiled.

“You have been in love with me. Remember I am your secret Santa, the one who gives you something every year. You love me. You just dont know it yet” I smiled and nodded.

“What did my mum say to all this?” he smiled.

“You dont want to know” he told me but I shook my head.

“Tell me please” he sighed

“She said... ‘Thank god someone cares for that little whore of a child. I won’t have to fucking look after her any more. She is a waste of time and space and Jason I heard she is good at screwing guys’” I blinked and my anger erupted. I pulled out of Jason’s arms but he pulled me back and held me there.

“Dont bother she isn’t worth it.”

“But the bitch. A whore? Look who’s the whore. My father was a fucking ass whole and she is a fucking prostitute.”

“But you are not. You have grown up to be a good girl.” I looked at him and my anger subsided.

“She thinks I am a waste of space?” he nodded. A tear broke and rolled down my cheek. “Im not am I? I have always done something good. Even if I am a bit of a rebel. I am still a virgin for Christ sake how can she tell me I am a waste of time and a whore.” I had broken down completely now. I mean sure my family hadn’t cared for me to much but my mum told me she loved me and stuff when I was young how could she do this to me now. How could she do this on Christmas Eve?

“You are not a waste of time. Forget what she said believe what you believe. You are a good person otherwise I wouldn’t of fallen in love with you and I would not be asking you to marry me” he rose an eye brow at me and I nodded.

“Jason?” he looked at me smiling. “Yes, yes I will marry you” he smiled and pulled me into a hug, kissing my forehead.

“I love you Ellie-may” I smiled and without thinking it or trying to think about replying, I told him I loved him to. He kissed me and he pulled a piece of tinsel down from above me window. It fell around my shoulders and he pulled me closer. Tinsel kisses. Hmmm...Perfect.