You Never Know... (A One Direction Fan-Fiction) *Under Reconstruction*

Chapter 2

Date- January 8th

Place- Different hotel in Orlando

Time- 3:25 P.M.

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{Harry}

We, as a group, have decided to eventually go to Disney during this coming week. I'm not sure exactly when, but it's planned and jotted down in Liam's scheduling notebook somewhere, so that's all the thinking and worrying that I have to do.

Two days ago, Liam turned into a woman and, for the most part, was taking it quite nicely, figuring out things he never knew about girls and figuring out some things that he definitely didn't want to know.

The day after that morning I woke up to smaller hands and a nicely sculpted face, longer flowing curls and beautiful eyelashes. Yeah, I became a woman the very next morning.

I can't lie, it scared the shit out of me.

But what was even more surprising was that it wasn't just me who transformed.

Zayn turned into a tattoo-covered, long-legged, and raven black-haired woman. Her hair comes down to her shoulders, and her face looks sharp and hot as ever. He was indeed scared, as well as kind of prideful in his look, but still scared shitless like me.

Now that we're all caught up to speed and on the same page, we can continue this wacky adventure.

Today, we're about to go shopping for necessities just in general, and a few seconds ago Louis walks into the boys bathroom in the hotel lobby and a lot of whistling happens. Next thing I know there is a girly scream and a beautifully tanned skin, feathery, caramel haired and cute, button nosed woman running out.

I cross my girly and, dare I say it, very wimpy, arms and giggle, shifting to my long right leg and holding out my arms for girl Louis to hug.

"I didn't know I changed! I feel so embarrassed!" She whimpers into my chest, which causes a few eyes to look curious and a bit suspicious, but me still being the guy that I am inside, flip them the bird, and they turn their heads back to what they were doing.

Zayn walks up in past-Zayn's too big high top shoes and baggy shirt that is tied to the side of her waist and black skinny jeans that sure enough need a belt and gently pats Louis on the back. "It's gonna be alright, Mate," her womanly voice rings into our ears.

Earlier, Liam had found a nice shirt that the fans hadn't seen yet and blue skinny jeans for her small figure and decided on wearing that.

We all awkwardly stand in the middle of the lobby and play with our hair and hems of our shirts. We are waiting for Niall to finish up whatever was needed up at the front desk before we could go out anywhere.

It was actually a wonder how nobody has approached us about "looking really similar to One Direction" or anything.

It is beginning to evolve in my brain that maybe this is the getaway that I was wishing for while back in the Bahamas.

"You guys, we have to go shopping for new clothes, we can't be seen in our old shirts, it will get weird and messy," Liam then says, and Zayn groans in approval, squeaking slightly in her shoes against the marble lobby floor. This snaps me out of my thinking.

I nod and Louis brightens up a bit; the shock and embarrassment beginning to ebb away from her face and body language. "Well, I do like shopping," she quietly comments, and I smile and nod again.