Switching Bodies *2024 update*

05.

"I guess you both know why I've called you here. Are you both ready to hear me out?"

Zayn and Niall were both sat cross- legged on Louis' queen sized bed, the digital clock revealing thick, printed numbers, showing the time as exactly 12:03. In the morning. 

They both nodded. And Louis hummed in approval, pacing the carpeted flooring in front of them. "That's good, so you guys want to know moi plan?"

"Louis, tell us, or I'm out." Niall warned. Zayn scoffed at the look of mock hurt on Louis' face. 

"Come on, man. Tell us." 

"Alright, chill the fuck out you both." Louis stopped in his pacing, facing the two curious lads with a sly half-smile. "Liam wished again, this you both know." Without awaiting a reply Louis continued. "He wished to 'be' Harry, and supposedly take away his grief. This we know to be dangerous, and Emery warned me over this, but I think this just may work...if they manage to accept the change willingly. It's all Liam's fault anyway, for wishing the damn wish." 

"So what, you're granting it?" asked Niall, fingertips lightly flicking at the rim of a straw. "Did Emery actually allow it?"

"He has no say in it, just like us." Zayn spoke up, eyeing Niall's straw in irritation. "And will you put that thing away...you're addicted to the dumbest of things." 

"At least it doesn't harm me in any way." Niall retorted, sticking the straw in his mouth. "So what, Harry and Liam will swap personalities for a while?"

"Precisely, and they'll be stuck like that until Harry is fully recovered off his grief. Though I think I can change a bit of that, and make it so that it is only until he is well enough and acting himself. No one fully gets over their grief." 

Zayn hummed, "Yeah, that seems alright. I'm still confused on what they've wished for. Are they just changing bodies?" 

"Ni, answer that will you? I'll be right back." Louis yanked the door open, shutting it close behind him. 

Zayn rolled his eyes, whispering softly, "What a weirdo."

"Niall? Explain." 

Spitting the straw out, the Irish boy began his elaborate explanation on their idea of the situation, and what Liam's wish really meant for them all. 

-

He briefly shook, softly tracing the screen of his phone, lip swollen from being clamped between pearly teeth. "I miss you," he whimpered against the pad of his cool palm. The screen blanked out, and he cursed himself for going back to it. 

He had to get a grip on himself. Sure...he was allowed to grieve, it was quite natural what he was going through, though he had to control the grief before it morphed into something out of control. 

Tugging on the olive green headscarf he wore, Harry shut close his eyes, memories of her flooding his minds eye. She was the most beautiful women, from inside out. He had loved her so much, and would always keep loving and now...mourning for her. The word almost seemed foreign to him. Mourning. That's what he was doing most the days through. He would go numb, caressing pictures and grasping memories he had of her. To an extent it was even okay, though it could go bad, and he knew it would and could hurt him further, digging the knife deeper, twisting it in the wound. 

His temples throbbed, and he knew he must've been staring at the screen for over half the day. It was becoming a quick, unhealthy habit of his, and he was so, so afraid.