You'd woken up to find yourself in Zayn's body - literally. And although it was a giant surprise, you guys had been having fun with it. Lying in bed in your under garments, tracing one another's figures. "You're so skinny." Zayn laughed - you were still not used to hearing your voice, but smiled as you watched him play with his/your stomach, running his fingers over the skin. "Well, you have tattoos to trace." You purr, tracing each line and smiling and closing your eyes. It was weird, but each time you kissed Zayn - it made you slightly worried to be kissing yourself, but his lips took away your awkwardness and fear. "Do you think it'll all be gone tomorrow?" You ask, hopefully. Tilting your chin up and kissing your boyfriend, you couldn't help but worry it wouldn't change. "It will." Zayn says, but you can hear the slight worry in his voice.
