This is the first part of my Christmas Story that I wanted to do for so long. I want to upload a part everyday like a vlogmas but then for fanfiction. The last part will be uploaded on Christmas :) I hope you will like it and have fun reading... Also I don't own anything only my made up story.

Have fun x

Helga


It was that time of the year again in 24 days it was the most festive holiday a person could think of it was Christmas.

When you went outside everywhere you looked were Christmas decorations, stores were having their annual Christmas sales as they also stared to prepare for the holiday season. Christmas tunes were played on every street you walked and of course not to forget, every artist from where ever they were brought out a Christmas album with the exact same songs that you already knew.

As people were trying to find the perfect gifts fort here loved ones and their families, there was one man who wasn't so into the whole Christmas holiday spirit and he wasn't feeling any festive at all. He was just walking through the busy crowd with a straight face.

His name was Lyle Tiberius Rourke, he an ex-military man who did more harm than good. He was the man no one wanted to be around with and were scared if they ever crossed him. As he walked through the mass of people, he thought on why he actually hated this period of the year so much.

It didn't have to do with all the unnecessary buzz around the holiday really it had more a personal reason on why he hated this holiday so much. It had more to do with that his father had died when he was born, his father had died in the war, his mother a single mom had sent him of to boarding school so she wasn't in the picture a lot he only saw her when he was aloud to go home or until he got in so many fights that they had expelled him from school, his mom was not very happy about that. Another reason was that only after 4 months of marriage his wife had left him, in his opinion she wasn't really worthy of his time but still… Even though it all happened a long time ago it all happened around this month and now he didn't have anyone to celebrate these festive days with.

He had tried to find someone again but all the woman he went on a date with just didn't seem to amuse him, they just were boring or very annoying, now that he was a 44 year old man he had given up on love, so his main goal was money.

When he rushed further through the crowd as it was also raining heavy, he bumped into someone. He hadn't seen her walking right just in front of him since he was lost in his thoughts and he wanted to get away from the happy Christmas carol people as soon as he could, so he had ran her over. As he looked down at who the person was that he had bumped into, his heart stopped. On the ground lay a beautiful young blonde girl, she was like he couldn't really find the right words to describe her but she truly was beautiful. Lyle was trying to guess how old she was cause she only looked 16 years old, she was wearing a dress and it was totally wet cause of the rain and a bit damaged it was only then that he saw her knee was bleeding.

When he came to his senses again he started to help the girl "I'm sorry, are you okay?" Lyle asked as he was trying to help her up. "Yeah, I'm fine" the girl said as she stood up trying to get away as fast as she could, it was only then that Rourke saw that not only her knee was bleeding but that her elbow was bleeding too. He took her hand to stop her from going away from him as he said "let me help you, I have a first aid kit in my car let me take care of your wounds" The girl hesitated for a second but shook her head and let Lyle help her. Rourke carried her to his car and put her in the passenger's seat.

He got the kit and started to take care of her wounds, as he did he decided to have a little chat with her to loosen up the whole situation and to make her feel more secure and comfortable. "So what's your name?" She looked up at him as she told him her name:" My name is Helga". "Nice to meet you Helga, I'm Rourke but you can call me Lyle" he said as he looked up for a second. "So tell me why a 16 year old is walking from school so late all by herself?" At that Helga started laughing. "What?" Lyle said a little confused. "I'm not 16, I'm 20 and I just came from work" She explained to him. "But thank you for the compliment that's very nice of you" she said. Lyle smiled at her "you look so much younger than you are, where do you work? he asked. " Whitmore Industries, I'm his secretary, how old are you actually? Helga asked, to be honest she kind of liked him in a way. "I'm 44, really I work for him too" Rourke said smiling as he finished taking care of her leg and her arm. " Oh really I have never seen you around?" said Helga as Lyle put the kit away again. "Let's just say I help him find ancient trinkets for his personal collection" he bowed down to her level again. "Like a mercenary?" she said "Yeah, can I take you to your house?" Lyle asked her as he was surprised that she knew about mercenaries. "You really don't have to do that" she said as Rourke just closed the door, got into the drivers seat. " Oh that wasn't really a question". Helga smiled ad Rourke started the car, the rest of the way they talked as she smiled at something funny that he had said while he just looked at her. She was like a star falling from the sky.

He had this feeling and he hoped that his feeling was right….