Adopted By 5 Seconds Of Summer

Chapter Two

I'm not sure how I felt at the exact moment I saw Ashton's house. I mean, I was still trying to wrap my head around the fact that I had been adopted. I was just getting over the fangirl attack I was having as we pulled up to the house. It was really big.

Then, sitting on the sofa as we walked in, was Luke and Michael. That was when my fangirl slapped me in the face. I was just standing there, like a fish, opening and closing my mouth. Michael found this funny.

"Guys, this is Allison." Ashton said, the whole situation being rather awkward. "Allison this is-"

"I know." I interrupted. "Um, you can call me Alli.' I added. Realizing just then how awkward I really was. Michael also found that funny.

"Hi." Said Luke, elbowing Michael in his rib cage. "It's good to meet you."

"Ow!" Michael complained, and then turned to me. "Yeah... Hi." He said. I smile shyly, and rocked a little on my heals.

"Yeah, hi." I echoed. My words a little less forced, and a bit more awkward. Michael smiled, it wasn't fake, I could tell.

"I'll show you to your room, if you'd like." Ashton said, saving my from another awkward "hello."

"Sure." I responded. I was grateful to be away from their lounge, and I think Ashton could tell.

"Are you alright?" He asked as we were walking up a stair case.

"Sorry, I'm just a bit socially awkward." I answered.

"It's quite alright." He said, before adding; "Here we are."

He opened the door, and pulled my suitcase in. I followed. The room was big, and beautiful in a clean sort of way. The bedding was blue, which I was okay with, and everything else was white. The sun burst through the curtains onto a small nightstand with only a lamp and an alarm clock on it.

"I love it." I replied. "Thank you!"

"My pleasure." He said with a brief giggle. It was quite odd. "I'll let you settle in." He added, and then he was gone.

I closed the door, and looked around, this time noticing the two doors on the right wall. One of which was, well, I guess, my bathroom, and the other being a small walk in closet.

I was never one for procrastinating. I was the girl who was a day early turning in assignments, and did the washing up before I watched television with the other kids.

I unpacked what clothes I had into my closet, and began to unpack my valuables. By valuables I mean my cassette player, a shoe boxe of cassette tapes, and plugging my phone in. I never had the money for and iPod, and the only CD I owned was Smoke And Mirrors by Imagine Dragons.

Once all of that was figured out, I sat down and just looked around. I looked at the room, and it's walls in which I would eventually fill with posters. I looked at my scared arms, which looked worse than they actually were, and I looked at my bathroom door.

I don't know how I could have possibly been sad enough to cut that day. But I was, and I cut.

When I had cleaned myself up, I felt terrible. I felt as if I was betraying Ashton, who had adopted me without a second though. I felt as if I had betrayed myself, because everytime I cut, I told myself that I'd never do it again. I always did.

So then, I cried. I cried until I felt as if I couldn't cry anymore. Then I rubbed my eyes with the bottom of my shirt, and found my way back to the lounge, of what I guess, was my house.