Transformation [Niall Horan]

Chapter 3 - Different Day

sorry for taking so long! wattpad deleted everything i wrote so i had to start over :(

Tanya this chapter is for you!!!(written from my phone so sorry for any grammatical errors (: )

Devi's POV

The sound of my clock alarm filled the tiny room and I slowly sat up on the bed. Rubbing my eye with one hand and turning the alarm off with the other, I yawned silently and felt a small smile stretch over my lips. Today I would see Ashton again, and even though I would probably only be able to see him for a small while, he said he lives in the area, which means he maybe would want to hang out more? Of course, if I don't annoy the crap out of him.

I swing my still weak legs over the end of the bed slowly and stretch, making me land with a loud thud onto the ground. I groaned loudly as the cold floor came in contact with my slightly uncovered skin. I got up from the ground and scratched the back of my head as I walked towards the mirror. Standing there, I did something I never usually never do whilst looking at myself.

I smiled.

This smile was a smile for myself. For not giving in yesterday, for not jumping, for surviving. A smile of honest happiness, at least just a little. I'm feeling happier than I have ever felt before. As a kid, I never was happy. Kids always questioned me where my mother was and I answered what my Father had told me to answer.

She died in a car crash.

I walked towards my closet and opened it. It's not big, and my clothing supply definitely isn't big either. Most of my belongings are wide t-shirts and sweat pants. My grandmother always buys me skinny jeans and some shoes, but I never wear them. Not because I dont like the trousers, but simply because they're too tight...

I looked through a pile of clothes I had pressed against the back of the closet. Gaping at the colorful clothing, I couldn't believe I had been hiding these clothes all the time. Maybe its because I'm afraid of how they will look on me?

A pair of black skinny jeans catches my eye and I grab it from the tidy pile of clothes. Black is a color I've never bothered about because it makes you look kinda thinner, but I never wear it. Maybe I should try it out?

I lay it on my bed and turn to the closet again, curious as if there were other clothing I had hidden. I stretched my arm and my felt my fingertips brush against a soft pile of what I assumed was clothing. A smile crept onto my lips as I dragged it out and was surprised to find a small note plastered on-top of the first shirt.

«i guess you are finally looking for something more

I love you

-dad»

I smiled and placed the note on my night side table, careful not to crumble it. My fingers ran over the fabric of the first shirt and unfolded it. It was a black t-shirt with an u-neck, and the letters written in the front said «punk rock». I smiled at how thoughtful my father really was, hugging the shirt tightly against my chest. I decided to match the outfit with the pair of dark red vans my grandmother bought me for Christmas.

Yes dad, its time to change.

I happily pulled the the clothing on and was surprised with how good it actually looked. I went into the bathroom and brushed my teeth, brushing my wavy hair into looking presentable.

I grabbed my back pack from hanging on one of the beds legs and decided to grab my untouched iPhone from the corner of my nightstand. I got this from my aunt for Christmas too, and Dad even tried to teach me how to use it, but I never saw the point in having a phone when I had no friends.