Change Of Styles

Chapter Five

*HERE IT IS!

Marcel's big change! :D*

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I wake to the sound of the alarm I set the night before, groaning as I fumbled for the 'off' button. It's display flashed 06:00am. I set it extra early so I wouldn't use lack of time as an excuse. Reaching for my glasses, I pull them on and then swing my legs off the bed, standing and stretching. I turn to walk to my wardrobe, but end up falling flat on my face as I trip over something next to my bed.

"Oh shoot." I hiss, rubbing my poor stubbed toe as I turn to glare at whatever tripped me. It was the cardboard box. Eyes wide I crawl over to it and take in a deep breath, before ripping the tape off it and pulling open the flaps. At first I'm confused, as all I see is black. But then I realise it's the black of some sort of fabric. Wasting no more time, I reach into the box and pull out a pair of black skinny jeans, the fabric feeling strange and alien-like in my hands. Next I pull out a white shirt, then a pair of white all star converse. Lastly I reach in and pull out a black blazer, it's sleeves rolled, the underfabric being white. At least I thought it was the last object in the box. Noticing something in the corner, I grope into the box and pull out a pair of black ray ban sunglasses. Whoever sent me this package clearly didn't have a problem with spending money. Well. Clearly the clothes are meant to be worn...

An hour later, 7am to be precise, I stand in front of my bedroom mirror with a small smile playing on my lips. Sure the skinny jeans were REALLY skinny, and felt quite tight, but I wanted change so I wasn't complaining. After putting the shirt on I realised the top three buttons had been pulled off, so the shirt was supposed to be purposely open and showing the top of my chest. Old habits die hard, so I found myself tucking the shirt in, but only at the front. I would slowly try to break my habits, but I repeat slowly. I found a pair of white socks, and then slipped on the converse, noting how they fitted perfectly. Then I shrugged on the black blazer, the sleeves rolled to my elbows. I frowned as I realised how well everything fitted, eyes narrowing behind my glasses.

How did the person who left me the box know my clothing size or shoe size?

Never mind. I bit my lip as I stared at my thick black glasses and bed head. Then, I reached down for the small wooden box I had abandoned by my door, and drew in a deep breath as I opened it. Inside I found my contacts, and a dog tag necklace. Even though I wore glasses, I still bought contacts monthly, chucking them out and replacing them 'just in case'. Well I was finally going to use them. Pulling my glasses slowly from my face, I stared at them one last time before holding them in between my hands and snapping them clean in half. I swear I heard every last bit of Marcel break with them, and it took all my will not to run to my desk and superglue them back together. Just for good measure I dropped them to the floor and then jumped, smashing the glass as I landed on them in my new shoe wear.

It took about 10 minutes of struggling and cussing for me to finally fit my contacts into my green eyes, and when they were I couldn't help grinning. I could see everything really clearly, and it wasn't framed by black rims everywhere I looked. Now there was just my hair. It was still a curly mess from being slept in, and stuck out at odd angles all over my head. Walking to the bathroom, I ran my fingers through it, before sweeping it to the side. I couldn't place my finger on it, but it looked strange. Going with my gut instinct, I messed it all back up again before sweeping it all to the other side and slightly back too. I looked so different... But I looked normal. In fact, I could almost say I looked... Decent. Grinning, I jogged back to my room and grabbed my shoulder bag, slinging it over one shoulder instead of across my torso. That's how most boys wore them at school. Then I grabbed my ray bans and pulled them on, before lastly reaching into the wooden box and pulling out the dog tag on the silver chain. Breathing deeply I pulled it over my head, admiring it as it hung just in view at the top of the first button done up on my shirt... Which was about the fourth one down. I jogged down the stairs and took a deep breath, holding the dog tag to the light and reading the words on their one last time before I opened my front door and stepped into a new day and a new life. They said,

Harry Edward Styles

*MARCEL HAS FINALLY BECOME HIS REAL SELF! I'm so happy for him :D I'm going to write the next chapter asap, I'm extremely excited as to everyone's reactions! Will they even recognise him?! Please keep reading, and comment too!*

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p.s I'm so sorry the chapters are so short, but Wattpad was playing up and not allowing my publish both chapter four and five as one!