Almost coming to the end of this fanfic but there are a few surprises to come. As in the film, there was a scene with David on his own reading Christmas Cards there was one moment from that scene I couldn't miss out in this chapter and had to add it, with some changed moments in it.

Love At Christmas,

Chapter 7

Chris muffled encouraging words to himself as he fastened his tie into an impressive pose. God he felt as nervous as any other man could possibly feel whilst getting geared up for an important date , he just couldn't believe he was going out a date with a pretty and sweet girl like Shaz. Normally when he thought about wanting to ask any girl out a date he would scupper his chances right away when it came to the precise moment of asking those vital words to any young woman he previously found gorgeous. Ray had always found this to be too hilarious everytime and persistently annoyed his younger best friend by choosing to wind him up. "Where's the determination Chris, you should be marching up to any bird and convince them you're really interested in taking her on a date, I know I maybe no romantic lothario but at least I know ways of charming a bird"

Now as Thursday Evening lastly arrived; the important date with Shaz was tonight as well. Gladly for another week or so Ray was still enjoying himself in Brussels, even finding time earlier in the week to introduce Amber via Skype to Chris, as Monday Night wore on and as they chatted, discovering that they shared plenty of hobbies in common, Chris' distinctive reaction to her had made Amber giggle. "Chris is so adorable and you say he's never dated a woman for years, they must be crazy to believe he's unattractive" she seemed rather flabbergasted.

Ray agreed with her, kissing her cheek as they sat together, wrapped up with duvet covering their naked bodies and sitting comfortably in each other's arms "As I've known him for so long, god knows how long actually I would have honestly believed he'd have been happily married by the time he was 30 years old and had two wonderful kids. However he's not but thankfully at least he's going on a date with Shaz, I'd said she's a lucky and privledged woman to be going out with him"

"Ray stop bloody talking about me will you, I am still here paying attention to what you're saying" Chris sighed frustratingly, expressively feeling annoyed with his chatterbox best friend . "Its nearly time for bed so I might as well log off as you know by now its getting late so I guess I'll see you on Christmas Eve, oh also by the way it was really lovely and nice meeting you Amber, look forward to meeting you face to face at the airport" Chris shyly waved to her on the webcam before switching off.

As he gladly remembered this fascinating conversation from the other night, whilst getting ready for the date, he heard the doorbell ringing from outside. "Shit, I mean that must be Shaz, she's an hour earlier than I expected, better let in, don't want to leave her standing outside in that horrible cold weather"

Shaz pleasantly smiled, just as the snowy coloured front door slowly opened . "Hi Chris, sorry I'm early, there's been a change of plan to our evening out together, how would you like to watch a School Production of the Nativity at St Michaels this evening, you see my sister's daughter. my niece, she's got a part in this production."

xxxx

On the nationwide radio stations throughout the UK, most of the well known and popular DJs were vigorously debating and speculating on this year's Christmas Number 1. As Derek and Geoff waited anxiously at the recording studios with high octane nerves they eagerly crossed their fingers, praying and wishing.

"Its a rainy and cold Christmas all over the UK and question on everyones lips is; who will be this year's Christmas Number 1, the X Factor winner with another cheesy used before ballad or is the unexpected Christmas sensation from Derek Litton. You might have guessed it although you may not believe it, its Derek Litton" The recording producers and back singers showered Derek with hugs and kisses whilst they joyfully congratulated him. "You are the Champion Derek!" everyone willingly chanted as loud as possible, as they gathered around him. Geoff reached over and handed him a mobile phone so he could talk to Scott Mills on Radio One.

"We're live across the nation and you're number one, how will you be celebrating Derek?" Scott asked.

"I don't know"Shit, I'm gobsmacked, I don't know what to say no actually I could behave like a rock and roll loser and get drunk with my Peter Crouch lookalike manager or when I hang up I'll be flooded by invitations to a large number of glamorous parties" Derek gratifyingly answered with the phone clutched in one hand.

"Let's hope its the latter, Here it is, the Christmas Number 1 from Derek Litton" Scott announced over the airwaves.

xxxx

Later that Thursday evening within 10 Downing Street; as Gene spent some deserving uninterrupted time alone, sitting within his office, with half a bottle of Single Malt Scotch and a crystal glass placed on his desk. He soon looking through each and every Christmas Card that he'd received from most of the people he knew, mainly his Cabinet members, household staff and surprsingly even his fellow rival Party Leaders who he believed weren't his biggest fans. Some of the sent Christmas Cards managed to raise an uplifting and expected smile across his lips, all of the other cards were Novelty or handmade cards which clearly impressed him. Beginning to chuckle at the Festive joke cards, Gene wasn't reasonably sure if he felt slightly tipsy but something certainly or presumably was giving him a confident boost at last.

Christmas constantly lingered on Gene's mind, it was the thought and the prospect of inviting Robert and his wife to Downing Street as it had always been known and obviously remained a tradition for previous Prime Ministers to generously host a family Christmas Dinner for their nearest and dearest.

On the other hand, Gene fretfully continued to wait for an welcoming invitation to Robert's luxury four bedroom holiday apartment that was located on the outskirts of Dublin city centre. Robert enjoys taking time to plan invitations, always been the same every year, still probably too envious that I've been busy. Should keep telling him, he shouldn't be acting so resentful thinking he's the biggest ponce of all. Just by coincidence and fortunate luck as he slowly opened up another handcrafted card, Gene's eyes were impressionably drawn to this one greeting card, soon enough noticing that inside it, featured a black and white picture of the 1950's and 1960's Hyde, Manchester. he instantly recognized most of the houses, as this picture soon bought back precious memories of his youth within the North West of England, a passing memory flashed before his eyes, the many times aa a youngster when he desperately tried to grab a handful of sweets from the corner shop when Mr Gallagher the shopkeeper had his back turned for a few seconds and the aftermath when his mother found out, pressing two fingers and thumb behind his right ear as she disappointingly took him home on numerous occasions. Gene had learned valuable hard earned truth and forgiveable lessons upon growing up whilst he reestablished possible job selections before eventually following the long drawn out career path to success.

Upon reading the last batch of Christmas cards, there was a particular one that stood amongst the others, a card which featured a picturesque cottage and a maginificent snowy background, Gene smiled expressively, feeling intrigued to discover who this greetings card maybe from.

"Dear Sir, Dear Gene, Merry Christmas and I hope you have a lovely New Year

It was a very odd moment and I feel like a prize idiot

Particularly because,

I guess if you can't say it at Christmas, when can you eh.

I'm actually yours, with love, Your Alex"

Gene closed the car, an expressive look of bliss and eagerness etched clearly across his smooth textured lips and consideration buried within his positive charismatic feelings, as this confirmed she might actually love him and without doubt, he felt he wanted a intimate one on one coversation with her. Gene stood up from behind the desk where he'd been sat for two hours and stayed reassuringly poised.

"I'd like go to Fenchurch please, the dodgy end" Gene called to his limo driver, Viv, miraculously he felt he ought to brave the cold icy weather outside.

Fifteen minutes later, Viv drove Gene throughout the eastern side of the small local community of Fenchurch. "Christopher Street, what number Sir?"

"Oh for Gods Sake!, I'm a man with no sense of known direction and this absolutely the longest street in the world, I have no absolute idea" Gene monitored the street as he slowlt wound down the darkened limo passenger window, his eyes staying watchful over this snow covered street.

At Number 1A Christopher Street, a small 10 year old girl in her pink pyjamas excitedly opened her household front door and glanced up at the tall towering Prime minister, shivering coldly on the front doorstep.

"Hello does Alex live here by any chance?" Gene asked, looking hopeful she may come running from the living room and wrap her comnforting arms around him. The young girl didn't answer "No Right, fine, thank you, I'll be off on my travels then"

"Aren't you...the Prime Minister?" She lastly remembered as she scanned his eyes closely pretty much like a human detector machine.

Gene caught a glimpse of Viv's unimpressed numerous expressions as he stood behind the PM. "Erm.., yes, in fact I am. Merry Christmas. Part of the service now, trying to get around everyone by the New Year."

Moments later, Gene then thoughtfully considered trying every household number down the long outstretched brightly darkened street that was only fortunately illuminated by near by 6 metre street lamppost.

An elderly woman and her two younger grandchildren answered the door at Number 3. "Ah hello, does Alex live here" Gene began to feel, all this frantic rushing around last minute, ringing or knocking at every households letterbox within Christopher Street was soon unsurprisingly beginning to become very pointless. "No she doesn't" The elderly woman replied.

"Are you singing carols Sir?" The two kids asked, not knowing who their surprise visitor was.

"No I'm not"

"Please sir, Please, Please" They eagerly requested for one Christmas Carol to be beautifully sung.

"Trust me if you heard me singing kids, I'd be the exact precise singing equivalent of Wagner from the X Factor, just without all the wackiness and the backstage shenanigans. Well seeing as you ask I suppose I could" Gene accepted their challenge for him to at least sing one well known Christmas Carol.

"Good King Wencelas looked out, on the feast of Stephen" Gene begun to sing the first chorus as was stunned as Viv outshone him as he sung the next lyric.

"When the snow lay round about, deep and crisp and even, Brightly Shone that moon that night"

Gene took a nervous deep gulp within his throat before knocking at Number 5, instantly he was greeted by an attractive Russian girl in her nightgown.

"Hello Sorry to disturb, does Alex live here?" Gene shyly averted his long eyelashes elsewhere.

"She lives next door"

"Ah Brilliant, finally" Gene brimmed with such encouraging and energizing contentment.

"You're not who I think you, are you?" She asked, squinting her eyes curiously at him, as she recognized who he was.

"Yes I am and I'm sorry about the cockups. My cabinet are absolutely a bunch of nonces, we hope to do better next year. Merry Christmas to you" Gene lastly replied as she was closing the door. He looked upright at the household number, 7 and stepped forward to knock at this particular door as he glanced down he was greeted unexpectedly by three of Alex's family members.

"Ah hello, is Alex in?"Everyone looked reasonably stunned to see him right there in person, right in front of their very eyes.

"Oh where is my coat, has Jonathan nicked it?" Alex swiftly hurried downstairs as she looked towards the door entrance her eyes unswervingly met Gene's straight away. "Oh Hello" she felt her heart suddenly pounding quickly, she really knew how he impressively possessed the ability to make a woman go weak at the knees.

"Erm this is Evan, his wife Anna and their daughter Francesca and Molly my daughter" She courteously introduced everyone to the PM.

"Hello very nice to meet you" Gene said, smiling respectfully at them.

"And erm...this is the Prime Minister" She eventually introduced him to her family.

"Yes we can see that Alexandra" Evan was wiling to shake hands with him.

"And unfortunately we're late" Alex realized as she checked her watch.

"Its the School Christmas Concert Production you see Gene" Anna announced, something which Alex had told him about days earlier.

"Well I just needed Alex...on some state business" Gene made his unplanned excuse up simply so he could chat with her about the Christmas Card.

End of Chapter

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