The change

Phone call from hell

I wake up with arms still snugged around me.

He didn't leave, he didn't lie to me? I wonder why he didn't leave? The questions fill my head.

Cologne and his scent is surrounding me. My favorite scent right now, and knowing that he's right next to me is the best feeling.

I turn my body so I can face him, his legs are tangled with mine. I look at him sleep so peacefully.

I try to turn and get out of bed, but I get pulled back from Nialls hand holding mine.

"Sky, come back to bed please." Niall pled me to come back to bed with him.

"Niall, I cant or I'll fall asleep." I try to be realistic, but Niall wont get up. I'm trying to break way from his grip but he won't let go.

I get pulled back into bed, having Niall wrap his arms around me again.

"Niall, I don't want to go to sleep again." I wimper at him and he laighs into the back of my neck.

"Why, do you want to leave?" he asks me with a harsh Irish slur.

"Because I'm hungry and I want breakfast." I whine and he groans getting up.

I jump out of bed, running down to the kitchen as fast as I can like a child running to the presents on Christmas morning.

I pull out a box of cereal and a bowl pouring milk into the bowl. I start eating my cereal before Niall gets down the stairs.

I eat each spoonful and crunch at every bite, Niall walks into the kitchen like a turtle, so slow and sleepy.

I watch him as he gets cereal too. He doesn't look very happy.

I'm just gonna wait and see how the day goes before I say anything.

"I have good news, I'm bringing the boys over to meet you." Niall says to me more excited, making feel more comfortable yet what he said doesn't.

"Yay." I say sarcastically.

"Sorry, I told them that it was too soon but they didn't want to listen." I'm trying to concentrate on the positive but everything about this seems negative.

"It's fine, just wish you told ahead of time instead of a few hours before they get here." I say and he smirks. His attitude is getting better.

"Yeah, sorry." he says making me feel panicked.

"Well I'm gonna go and see the boys and prepare them for you." he says winking at me and chuckling.

"Your funny there's not much to prepare for." I say with a snicker.

"That's not true, you have a lot of good qualities." he fights me on how I always think negative on myself. But, I let him win because I don't like fighting. Especially with him.

"I'll be back in a few." he says almost leaving before I stop him.

"Niall aren't your forgetting your jeans and a T-shirt?" I question him. He just puts on a sweatshirt and his hi-tops and exits the apartment.

I go upstairs to get ready before the boys come. So, I go into my closet to pick something to wear.

I took a shower last night so I don't need to take one today. I go through my color coated closet finding what I want to wear.

I go into the black section to pick out a high waisted skirt with a gold belt going around the waist band. Now, what should I wear for a top? I go to my pink colored section of clothing. I pick out a baby pink top with a open back with slices going only to the top of my waist.

I put my skirt on after I put on my top, bra and panties. I tuck my top into the waist of the skirt just enough so you could see the slices.

I am satisfied with my outfit but my makeup is a big problem. I want to go natural considering this is my first personal meeting with them.

I take my concealer and rub it into my skin, taking my blush brush gliding it along my cheek bones giving them some color. I take my mascara and carefully place it on each pair of eyelashes and do the bottom set as well. I smear some lip gloss on my lips to spice up the look and decide to do my hair.

I want to wave my hair so I take my waver and go through my hair in sections, until my hair is complete. I through my hair so the perfect curls lay across my mid back.

I feel like I have so much free time, but I only have like an hour and maybe 2 minutes.

I go on my phone and text Angel, about how things are and everything leaving out that Niall and the boys are coming over.

She says she has to go because her and the girls are going to get their hair done, but I got mine done already so I let them use my coupon or savings card. Whatever you want to call it, I gave them something that gives them discounts.

I'm gonna draw something, maybe I'll draw me and Niall. Now, I don't think I'm the best "artist" but I can at least draw something decent.

I draw making look realistic and not looking like anime or just a blob of nothing.

I hear voices downstairs, I hear thuds coming upstairs towards my room.

Niall walks in and smiles. I hide my drawing and put my notebook in my drawer. I smile back at him and I walk towards him having him lead me downstairs.

I see 4 boys in front of me, but there not just boys their 4/5 of One Direction.

I see wide eyes and smiles looking among my appearance. I just smile simply not knowing how to feel about this.

"Wow, that was not what I was expecting." Liam says. I'm taken aback not knowing if that's should be offensive or a compliment.

"What's that supposed to mean." I question him and he just chuckles.

"I wasn't expecting someone so beautiful to walk down the stairs." he says and it makes me giggle even though with everything he said wasn't true.

"Okay, well let's move on." Niall says moving everyone to the couches. I hear my phone ringing in the kitchen.

"Excuse me." I say politely getting up from the seat next to Niall. I accept the phone call and put it up to my ear.

"Hello Skyla, nice calling you after a long time, hope life's great." the voice says with a rusty tone, I end the call immediately. Deleting and blocking the number.

I can't believe he found my number, why does he want it? He hurt me making me feel dead inside with the slurs and bruises he left on me and left in my head.

I walk out into the living room where all the boys are and decide that I should have my medicine, so I go to the kitchen and get some.

Not only did I take medicine, I took the wrong one. Darkness over came my eyes and me falling to the floor. No one here in the kitchen but me and knowing that I will be saved from misery, the thing that will keep me breathing.