What To Do When You're Caught In Somebody Else's Skin [L.S]

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕋𝕖𝕟

So, if Niall declared his fandom to be #HoranDogs
Then I'll declare my fans as Magnets.

I have no shame at all.

Mag 🦋

Chapter Ten.
[ Louis' POV. ]

"So this is what Phoebe was talking about." - Harry said as soon as he entered my room the following morning.

"What?" - I asked, rubbing my eyes.

"You should have woken up like an hour ago, Louis. You're so lazy, mate." - Niall said, following behind Harry.

"Who invited you two to my room?" - I growled into the pillow.

"Nobody, we just love to bother you." - Niall said, collapsing in my bed next to me and poking my arm.

"I just wanted to show you this." - Harry said, giving me an open magazine.

I took it in my hands and tried to focus my still sleepy and blurry eyes on the paper in front of me.

"Harry Styles is seen with a mysterious guy at the airport."

"What about it?"

"This has the potential to become a bad thing."

"Why?"

"Fake rumors." - Harry explained.

"Rumors of what?"

"My sexuality."

"What?"

"People can start saying I'm gay and I'm dating you. Or well, the other way around, since you're me and I'm you."

"Why would they say that? There's like fifteen people around us."

"Yes, but everyone knows my intimate circle, and you're new."

"And? Can't we just say you're my assistant as we've been saying to everyone else?"

"People are starting to doubt it too. I'm not exactly being very assistive." - He said. - "It's more the time we spend talking and locked in each other's rooms to be honest. So, it's not a good sign."

"But it's not like we're, I don't know, kissing."

"I know, but that's just how this works."

"Did anyone tell you something about it yet?" - I asked, sitting up in bed.

"No, but I can feel it already. They are going to ask."

"We can just say we're your cousins." - Niall said, sprawled on my bed.

"No. They all know my genealogical tree. That's not an option." - Harry answered.

"We can say you're my vocal trainer or something." - I said. - "You're helping me with the songs all the time, right?"

"What about my actual vocal coach? Do we fire her?" - He said sarcastically and rolled his eyes.

"A dance teacher?" - Niall asked.

"Not a chance." - I said.

"Oh, I know!" - Niall shouted, sitting up on the bed.

"What?" - Harry and I asked him in unison.

"We can say that Louis and I are your hamster babysitters."

"No." - Harry said and I rolled my eyes.