Swapping Bodies With Harry Styles

[1] Liberty

This story is based upon a bunch of body switching movies. The main two (and the only two I remember) are It's A Boy Girl Thing, and Freaky Friday. (lol, don't judge me)

The plan for this story:

Listen carefully, because this may get confusing.

Each chapter will switch with the point of view. The prologue/chapter 1 is Liberty (In her own body), and chapter 2 is Harry (In his own body). Then after that, it will go Liberty in Harry's body, and then Harry in Liberty's body.

Get it? Got it? Good.

Okay, start reading!

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Liberty's POV

This can't be happening. THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING.

It was a normal Tuesday morning, well, it started off to be. As soon as I woke up, I wanted to sleep again. I groaned, digging my face into my pillow. After finally facing the reality that I am going to school, I sighed, slowly getting up. I sat on the edge of my bed, before realizing that I felt a little... Funny. Not like me.

I tried to shake it off, and I lifted my arms up to stretch. But, something wasn't right. I had a bunch of weird-ass tattoos on my arms! There must be about 30!

Something was seriously wrong. Maybe it was a prank, by my little brother? No, it couldn't be. He's not a good artist. My best friend, Astrid? It seems like something she would do, but she wouldn't of came here in the middle of the night.

Maybe it's a dream. That has to be it.

It just hit me at that exact moment, that I should look in the mirror. As soon as I was my reflection in the mirror, I screamed in terror.

I wasn't myself! I was... Hot. I gazed around the room frantically for any sign of my real life. Nothing in the room was mine... Had I swapped rooms too?

This is a dream. I know it. I pinched my arm, but nothing happened, I just was met with the lot of tattoos.

I stood up, and gazed into the mirror again, ruffling my new found curly brown hair. I didn't want to realize it, but I knew perfectly well what was going on.

I had swapped bodies with Harry Styles.

-One day ago-

It started off as an average Monday. I woke up at my average time, 6:30. I groaned, like I do every morning, even though today wasn't going to be all that bad. After dragging my tired body out of bed, I walked over to my dresser.

I got dressed in an average outfit, consisting of black jeans, and a plain white t-shirt, with my favorite jacket over top. After applying some black mascara and eyeliner, matched with some red lipstick, I went down to the kitchen.

I ate an average breakfast of cereal and milk. I slumped down in the seat, checking my phone. Only a bunch of notifications from Astrid.

After slipping on my muddy converse, I walked alone to school. The walk was about 15 minutes, and the sky looked perfect. Today was an overcast day.

It wasn't until I actually got in the building and overheard student's talking, when I realized that today, we were going to an art museum.

Crap.

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My current location was on an ugly, tacky yellow school bus. After a failed attempt to convince my teacher's that I was sick, I was going with my class to the museum.

I popped in my earbuds, as the boys around me shouted loudly about some sports game. I bobbed my head to the music, and tapped my fingers against the back of the seat in front of me, like I was playing the drums. I hummed the tune of the song as the museum neared in sight. This is going to be one boring day...

"Class! Quiet down!" My ancient teacher, Mrs. Mayer demanded. She's almost old enough to be in the museum...

We were sitting cross legged in the ground like first graders, while she ranted about some art. "Are you bored?" Astrid whispered to me, as she kicked me with her Toms. I nodded. "This is the worst trip ever."

"Agreed."

"Girls!" Mrs Mayer scolded. "This isn't a social event! Pay attention!"

"Sorry." We said at the same time, not really meaning it.

"Jynx!" Astrid squealed. Mrs. Mayer shot us an evil stare.

"Oh, come on. We're not in grade 2."

A few statues and some boring-ass art later, my legs ached. As my teacher babbled on about how artists these days are nothing compared to ones in her days, I searched around for a place to sit. I settled on a small bench-looking thing behind everyone else, that was pressed up against some statue that looked like a jumble of shapes. As soon as I sat on the bench, something cracked under me. I didn't realize it, until the bench split in two under me.

C'mon, I can't weigh that much! Everyone turned around and locked their eyes with mine. A few people snickered, and I felt a red blush creep up to my cheeks. Whoops, my bad... I wasn't really embarrassed, that's not part of my scene. I was about to make a joke that would make everyone crack up, but my teacher grabbed my arm roughly.

Little did I know, the bench was part of the statue.

My teacher practically dragged me behind the wall, so no one could hear.

"You!" My teacher pointed her long, red nail at me. "What do you think is going to happen now?!"

"Uh... I go home?" I tried. I sure as hell hope that I don't have to pay for anything. I'm saving my money up, to buy a new drum set. I broke my last one, and am searching for the best one I can find. Maybe the museum will let me off easily, and I'll just be banned from it. It's not like I would've came back here voluntarily.

"Nice try, missy! I'm going to call your mom, you've caused enough of a disturbance on this trip already!"

After giving my teacher my mom's cell phone number (which required her calling from my phone, which was rather awkward), she guided me to the museums front desk, where I would wait for my mom to pick me up. Everyone walking by was staring at me, like I was a piece of art that wasn't worthy enough to be in a museum. What can I say; news spreads fast in a museum.

About an hour later, my mom entered the museum, with a smile on her face. I'm glad my mom is a joker, just like me. My dad, on the other hand, is out of the picture. But mom tells me that he was a serious man.

"Careful, don't break my car seat." She smirked.

I couldn't help but feel a little guilty, but a but a smile crept to my lips, because I could finally leave this museum.

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Harry'll be in the next chapter!

And sorry that it's short.

I just didn't want to write a giant prologue, and find out that no one wanted to read this book.

And I realize that the people in this book kind of are abnormally stupid.

The average chapter will be about 2 to 3 pages, okay?

And I swear, the next chapter is better. I've already written it, and am a lot happier with it. So please read the next one as well.