Switching Direction

Chapter 1: The Switch

||Cassidy's P.O.V. In Louis' Body||

Before I begin, I would like to confirm one thing. I AM NOT A MAGICIAN! I can honestly say this: I have now idea how it happened. I didn't ask to be stuck in the body of bloody Louis Tomlinson! The previous night I had just wished upon a stupid shooting star that I wanted another life. I lived with parents that fought all the time, I wasn't the prettiest person in the world, and I didn't have most friends in the world either. I am though, a HUGE One Direction. No I am not a Louis girl. I have a special place in my heart for Liam. However, I do love Louis. But in no universe would I want to WAKE UP IN HIS BODY!

Who am I? My name is Cassidy Davidson. I'm 18 and from New York. I'm just like any 18 year old girl. I just finished my senior year, and was looking forward to escaping my home and going to college. Like any girl on the planet I obsessed over One Direction. My room was covered with posters of them EVERYWHERE! I'm not going to in depth about my life, because I no longer have it. This is how it all happened.

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The alarm in my room rung. I groaned and rolled over. The noise would not stop as I tried to find my clock radio. Wait a second. I couldn't find it. Wait a second... again.... that didn't sound like my alarm clock. My eyes shot open. I was in..... a hotel room? Oh god. Did I...... No. I went to bed last night last night. Did I get.... kidnapped? I looked over, and saw that the alarm on an iPhone was going off. I picked it up. My phone was white, this one was black. I was surprised to find no password on the phone. I turned off the alarm. Who's phone was this?

I looked through the contacts. Harry, Sandra, Will..... None of them looked familiar. Did I like get drunk or something last night? I hopped out of the bad. Looking down I let out a small shriek. Those were NOT my clothes. And this was DEFINITELY not my body. I think I would know if I had a dick my whole life. My arms and legs were much harrier.

That's not my voice either. "Hello?" I tested my voice. It was a deep British accent. What the hell was going on? I ran over to the mirror by the door and screamed. The familiar messy brown hair. Those sparkling eyes. That accent. The reflection in mirror was Louis Tomlinson. This had to be some sort of dream. Raising one hand, Louis in the mirror raised his hand as well.

My heart started racing so fast I thought I was going to have a heart attack. My legs started shaking. What if I was in another country? How the hell was I supposed to get home? I walked over to the window on the opposite side of the room. New York. I was still in New York. That was a start.

Walking back over to the mirror, I stared into the mirror. "Okay Cass, maybe you're just asleep," I said to myself, looking down at my hand. Raising my hand to my face I slapped myself across the face. Instead of waking up I felt a sharp pain rush through my cheek. My heart started racing. Okay. This was bad. Really bad. What the hell was happening.

Suddenly there was a loud knocking noise. My eyes instantly shot towards the door of the hotel room. I froze, not wanting to open it. The knocks got louder and harder. Okay maybe this was more important. I hesitantly made my way towards the door. Gripping the handle of the door I opened it, my eyes widening at what I found.

Liam freaking Payne stood in front of me.

||Louis' P.O.V. (In Cassidy's Body)||

I swear on my life, none of what happened was MY fault. I'm not some freaky scientist that can switch people's brains. That would just be completely absurd. But it happened. Look, I love my life. I really did. The whole traveling the world and singing for fans that had supported us through everything was great. At the same time I did kind of want a break from it all. But this was NOT what I meant by a break. I wanted to relax on a beach in Hawaii. Instead I turned into a girl.

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It feels like we've been livin' in fast forward, Another moment passing by (Up up up all night) The party's ending but it's now or never Nobody's going home tonight (Up up up all night)

Liam's voice rang through my ears as I rolled over in my bed. Ugh. An alarm was going off. I was so tired. It must be so early. Why couldn't I just go back to sleep. I wanted- WAIT!  I don't have Up All Night as my alarm. I shot up in the bed, my eyes flipping open.

I sat in a bed, under a purple and white comforter. What the hell was-  I stopped mid thought as my eyes landed on the walls of the room. They were covered in One Direction posters. They were so full that you could hardly see the lavender paint on the walls. Did some obsessed fan kidnap me?

I stood up, trying to figure out where I was. I didn't cheat on Eleanor, right? Where was I? I don't remember coming here. I paced back and forth. Suddenly, my eye caught something in the mirror. It was..... the reflection of me. Well...... not me. I mean, it was the reflection of a girl. But I was definitely not a girl. I reached for my head. I had long brown hair. I looked down at..... well you get the idea. Yep DEFINITELY a girl.

Letting out a terrified scream that was so high pitched I could have broken a mirror,  I must have jumped ten feet away from the mirror. Suddenly someone came bursting through the bedroom door. "What is it?" asked a women. "Why did you scream?" she asked holding a pan like she would hit someone if I was injured.

"Who the hell are you?" I asked, backing away. I felt my back hit the wall of the room. My first instinct was to grab any object within reach to protect myself. I grabbed something off the desk under the window. "You had better back away lady before I hurt you," I said, raising the object up to show her I wasn't scared.

The plump women looked at me oddly, and lowered the pan, looking very annoyed. "Cass, I know you don't want to go to school. Look on the bright side; there are only a few weeks left until graduation. Then you have the whole summer" She told me. "The amnesia story may have worked after tennis tryouts, but it's not working now. Put your One Direction doll away and get ready for school, you have twenty minutes before you need to leave," She called after her shoulder as she walked down the hallway.

For a minute I just stood there. One Direction doll? Suddenly I noticed the object in my hand that I had grabbed. It was a familiar doll that I had seen hundreds of times at concerts, signing, and in stores.  It was my doll. How creepy was this? I was in a strange body, surrounded by my own faces on the wall. If you don't think that's creepy, then something is seriously wrong with you.

Staring at the mirror, I was quite unsure of what to do. This had to me some sort of dream. I just needed to wake myself up and I would be back in my hotel room. I grabbed my arm and pinched some skin. "Ouch" I muttered as my skin throbbed in pain. Sharp nails. It didn't work. I was still standing there. Think Louis think. I honestly was completely lost.

Then it hit me. I had to use the bathroom. How was I going to do that?