Switching Bodies *2024 update*

04.

Ever so slowly, Zayn threw the straws out the window on the second floor of the boys' house. Harry, Liam and Louis had gone out for a bit of window shopping, and Zayn knew it would be quiet at home for a while, so he had come up with a great way to enjoy his free time.

"Hey, Niall!" He yelled tauntingly, "Look out the window, what can your big blue eyes see?" He chuckled to himself. It had been a while since anyone had pranked anyone else in the One Direction house, and Zayn though...no knew it was time to lighten up the mood a little.

He heard a grunt followed by a loud scream, "You stupid fucker!"

Zayn laughed, stepping away from the window, closing it and locking it once again. He then dashed to the closest room, which so happened to be Niall's. Zayn felt a little bad for the boy, but he had to get over the stupid addiction, and Zayn was only trying to help. He didn't understand how someone could chew on straws so much. It was rather revolting, besides wouldn't your poor jaw ache after that much chewing?

Zayn thought he could go down to the petrol station and pick up a few packets of chewing gum for Niall, it would be a start to rid of the addiction, but he also didn't want Niall to turn out like Harry, who would always be seen chewing gum, whether at home, on stage or even during interviews. Zayn and the lads had always made fun of each others silly addictions, so he knew Niall wouldn't take this prank to heart as Harry had almost done when Zayn had replaced his mint gum for gummy bears.

"Open the door you loser!" Niall charged into Zayn's bedroom, searching the place thoroughly. He had seen his straws littered all over the recently mowed lawn and completely flipped. Zayn was going to get it bad. Yes, Niall knew his addiction was sort of stupid, but he couldn't help it. He needed to chew on something at all times, especially during writing sessions at the studio.

Niall bent down on his hands and knees looking under the bed for any signs of the raven haired boy. "Come out, come out wherever the fuck you are!" He yelled, getting back up on his feet. He ran out Zayn's room, and was wondering which room he should search next. Zayn owed him not one but three packets of straws, and ten packs of gum. Niall smirked, knowing Zayn would end up doing it out of sheer guilt.

Niall decided to check the kitchen and living room area for his rascal bandmate.

"Zayn you're bloody screwed mate! You owe me a lot!" he screamed, hoping Zayn could hear everything he was saying.

Niall ran downstairs to the kitchen. Everything was silent and it almost scared him. Almost.

The place was completely spotless, well apart from Zayn's phone lying on the kitchen counter. It was a Nokia, which made Niall shake his head in amusement. How could Zayn live with such an old phone? He himself would die if he was left to cope with such a device. And knowing Zayn, he probably cleaned the screen everyday. Niall used to have a Nokia when he was 15. He had tried to break the damn thing so many times, but to no avail. In the end he gave it away to a friend who needed a phone.

Zayn's phone beeped, and vibrated a little. Niall guessed he had kept it on silent.

Niall reached out to pick up the phone, not caring about Zayn's privacy. He didn't deserve it, since he threw the straws out the window.

Niall pressed the biggest button. Trying to work out how to unlock the damn thing. He hadn't used a Nokia since he was 15.

He finally figured it out, scoffing at how dumb he felt. "'Bout time," He murmured.

1 message from Louwis Timlinsun

Niall laughed at the name. Typical Zayn. He wouldn't be surprised if Louis named Zayn something stupid on his phone too. He pressed the button to see the message Louis had sent.