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Wet kisses on my neck woke me up. I yawned and rubbed my eyes before opening them. At first I thought that I was still in my dream, but when the boy next to me kissed me on the lips I freaked out.

I stood up and looked around. It's definitely not my room. "What the hell?" I turned my head to see the black-haired guy.

"What am I doing here?" I asked, panicked.

"Hey calm down, it's me!" The guy was now facing me, my hands in his. "After the night we had you don't remember me?" He said with a cheeky smile. I took a step back and looked at my clothes. Well I was just wearing my underwear and that was definitely not my body!

"Bathroom?" I quickly asked to him.

"Behind you babe, what's wrong? You don't remember our house?"

I locked myself in the bathroom and looked into the mirror. I was now a blonde, skinny, and tall girl. I don't know what's happening, but at least I feel pretty, even if it's not really me...

"Olivia, open this door," I heard "my" apprently boyfriend screaming.

I grabbed a t-shirt hanging to the door and opened it. I saw incomprehension in his eyes and sadness. I guess it's normal because his own girlfriend is scared of him and don't recognize him, but all I wanted was to find me, Teddy, not this Olivia girl.

"I need to go," I said before running downstairs. He followed me and I bumped into a hard chest. "Shit."

"Where do you think you're going like that?" I blushed, and tried to cover myself with the t-shirt.

"Since when are you embarrassed because you're dressed like a whore?" A husky voice made me jump. I didn't know who Olivia was but I don't think this curly-haired boy can talk to her like that!

"Excuse me? Did you really call me whore?"

"Like everyday, yeah."

"Harry! Stop it, please." My supposed boyfriend said, one of his hand in Harry's chest.

3 more guys came and before they could even speak I made my way through the room where I was before and tried to find Olivia's clothes. It's her house too, right? She obviously has a closet. I finally find what looked like woman clothes and went in the living-room.

"Where are you going?"

"Uh, I need to go. I'll be back soon."

"She's probably going to take drugs, as usual," The tall curly-haired boy, apparently named Harry said. "You know, this is not very good for the band Zayn. You're girlfriend is a junkie and a bitch!" Oh, so his name is Zayn, good. But what's with Olivia and Harry? Is she really that bad?

"Harry if you don't stop you'll have to leave. You can't talk to her like that, would you like it if I would talk to your girlfriend like that? Wait... you don't have one!" I could see in Zayn's eyes that he really loved this Olivia, and I felt bad because I wasn't her and I don't even know if the real Olivia will be back soon or not. I just want my real life, with my parents and my brother. I'm Teddy for god's sake, not Olivia.

"Well I'm better without one, I don't want a whore like yours." Harry left the house before Zayn could even replied and the other boys were speechless.

"Erm, I'll be back soon Zayn, and sorry." I said, shyly.

"Hey! Where do you think you're going? Where's my kiss babe?" I blushed and hesitantly walked over him and pecked him on the lips. Well Zayn wasn't bad at all, he was really good looking but I've never seen this guy before and now acting like I'm his girlfriend is quite hard.

"And don't apologize, Harry is a prick."

I smiled and left the house. I suddenly remembered that I didn't even know in which city I was. I sighed and looked around. It's really posh here and it looks like we're a bit isolated from the city. I sat on a bench and looked in Olivia's purse. Makeup... Phone... Money! Perfect. I called a cab and asked him to drive me to the nearest train station. I needed to get back to Manchester and find my family to fix this mess.

After 10 mins, I understood that it was London, which is not that far from Manchester. I bought a ticket to Manchester and checked the time. 10am. I should be back in London soon enough if I can't fix things.

In the train I thought about this crazy situation. I woke up in a body who is definitely not mine, with a complete new life and where this girl has some trouble. Great. I wonder if Olivia is in my body... Is she living my life too? If so, she's been crazy! We have opposite lives, features and body.

As I arrived in Manchester I took a cab to my house. I was hoping to see the snowman that my little brother made yesterday in the garden, but it wasn't there. I slowly walked to the door and knocked. An old woman opened the door and smiled at me.

"Good morning, sorry to bother you but I am at the Spencer's, right?"

"Sorry love, I'm the only one living here and my name isn't Spencer..."

"I-" I tried to say something but a sob blocked my throat. "Maybe it's another house, do you know any Spencer who lives there?"

"No, I'm sorry miss."

I was desperate. I thanked the lady and stayed in front of the house. Why? Where are they? I was holding my tears and my screams, and started to think about a way to get my real life again, but there weren't a single one. It was over.

I suddenly thought about the tea that my mom gave me last night. It's completely stupid to think that a tea could make that, but I was so desperate that I had a lot of hope, standing in front of the first Chinese herbalist I had found. Unfortunately, the answer was the same for every herbalists. "No, we don't sell that kind of tea, sorry."

Hey Teddy, what were you thinking? We're not in a fucking remake of Freaky Friday!

It was now 1pm and I should go back to Zayn's house, but I went back to my house -well it's the old lady's now- wishing that all of this was a dream.

"Here you are, desperate for some drugs, uh?" A husky voice behind me made me jump.

"Harry."

"Olivia."

"I'm not Olivia for god's sake!"

"What you consumed was pretty hard, wasn't it?" He laughed.

"I don't do drugs, stop."

"Of course, and I like men."

"Oh I see no problems you know, if you're gay it's cool." I giggled. He opened his mouth to say something but closed it right after. He seemed surprised. Maybe I was definitely not like the real Olivia?

"I'm obviously not. What happened to you Olivia, those drugs are making you almost nice."

"I don't do drugs Harry!" I sighed, "What did she do to you?" I muttered to myself. 

"Would you please stop talking about yourself like that?!"

"But I'm not Olivia!" I screamed.

Harry laughed and looked at me with disgust. "You're a bitch. Zayn doesn't know what you're doing and I hope he finds out soon!"

"But I don't know Zayn! I don't know you! I don't know any of you! I'm not Olivia, I'm not her." I said letting out a sob. "I'm not her." I let myself down on the cold ground, my back against a wall.

"What did I do to deserve this?" I whispered, still crying. "Why the hell is this happening to me? Where is my brother and my parents? Where is the real me?"

I didn't even look up at Harry but I felt a body next to mine, hugging me tightly.

Soooo! What do you think about it so far? x

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