SOOOO I literally just thought of this on the spot so it might be kinda interesting...
Larry and Liam fanfic in one. It’s going to be funny and dramatic but probably not very long.
~Harry’s POV~
I squeezed my eyes shut tighter, hearing the Marimba alarm blaring from my phone beside me. Irritated, I pushed my head deeper into the pillow and flopped my arm around looking for my phone on the table beside me. I found it and slid my finger across the screen a few times before it stopped.
“Lou,” I groaned sleepily into the pillow, “Why did you set Marimba as my ringtone again?”
I waited for an answer, half expecting to at least have Zayn bang his foot on my bunk from below, telling me to shut up... but it was strangely silent.
“Louis!” I groaned lowly, sitting up and rubbing my eyes. I yawned before I opened them... then froze.
Where am I? Opposite from me was a dresser with some make up scattered across it. A few lace bra straps hung over one of the open drawers and on the floor was a laundry basket, full of clothes that were surely not mine. A full length mirror was by the door and I could see another door leading to a bathroom. Pictures I had never seen before hung on the light blue walls and fancy dark blue curtains covered the windows.
Now fully awake, I threw back the covers to find two legs that were DEFINITELY not mine. And why was I wearing ladies underwear. And wh- “OH MY GOD I HAVE BOOBS!” I screamed but then quickly covered my mout. THAT was definitely not my voice. I stumbled out of the bed, pretty much pulling the comforter off with me, and ran over to the mirror.
My eyes- if you would even call them that- widened at the site of me... a girl. And though I might be gay... I must say I look pretty hot. I -or the body I was in- was probably about 19 or 20 years old, wearing only lace underwear and a somewhat see through shirt. I had long, dark hair and deep brown eyes. Probably about 5’6.
This must be a dream.
I reached my nail polished nails over to my arm and pinch myself as hard as I could, and hissed under my breath when the pain didn’t go away. Nope that’s real.
“Shit."
I stumbled over to the bathroom and splashed some cold water on my face. Turning the water off, I looked up to see letters on the mirror that spelled Amanda. That must be... my name. I wandered out of the bathroom to go see what the house looked like. Once I stepped out of the bedroom it was obvious that I was in an apartment. It was quite small and after a glance around I was happy to find I was the only one here.
After finding some cereal and milk, I curled up on the couch, slowly eating and trying to decide what I should do here... when my phone rang.
Setting down the cereal, I awkwardly ran back into the bedroom to grab my cell phone off the bedside table- ok well it wasn’t mine because it has a pink case but whatever this is all just weird.
