The Switch (One Direction Fanfiction)

Chapter 6

Wake Up, Britain! Filming Studio, London; 9:41 am

There comes a time in every man’s life when important decisions have to be made.

Harry Styles had faced many of these times in his short eighteen years of life, and this was not one of those times.

In fact, hitting the ignore button on ‘his’ iPhone might’ve been the easiest thing he’s done in a while.

Yeah, that guy ‘Mike’ who was calling him?

He wasn’t about to answer that, because more than likely, it’s his, like, boyfriend, or something, and he’s not prepared to face that sort of shocking revelation.

No way, no how, not now, not ever.

One shocking revelation per day, and today’s had already occurred when he realized that Emily Miller was an annoying, shrieking bitch, and not the hot type, either.

Oh, and he supposes when Sophia talked about sex was pretty shocking, but in, like, a good way. Kind of.

Whatever, he totally wasn’t turned on by it. At all. Because although she’s all lace panties, makeup up-ed, straight haired, and slutty, she’s still same old, whiney, knicker-knoted Sophia Miller. Even if her knickers were lace. And sculpted to her ass-

No.

He will not think those thoughts about Sophia Miller.

She’s just pretending to be that way as Sophia Styles, but he knows her mind tricks. Oh boy, does he ever, because if there’s one thing Harry Styles prides himself in, it’s knowing the shit that goes on in girl’s heads and-

His phone buzzes in his pocket and he takes it out, looking at the screen for the text message.

Mike: hey lil bro answr ur fone need 2 tlk

Lil bro?

What was this, the 90’s? Seriously, this Mike kid had worse spelling than Liam, and that’s saying something.

Using his sharp decoding skills, Harry quickly comes to the realization that this Mike person must be his, or rather Sophia’s, but you know, ‘his’, older brother. It’s funny because all these times he’s kind of tuned her out, he kind of wishes he hadn’t now, since it’d make things a hell of a lot easier if he knew what the fuck he was suppose to be doing now he’s living her life.

Oh, woah, wait: He’s totally living someone else’s life right now.

That has to be his shocking revelation of the day, because it just kind of sunk in that he’s actually, like, a different person.

Harry stops at the exit of the backstage area, cautiously looking both ways before continuing, just to make sure Emily’s not lurking, or something, because, seriously, he’s pretty sure she’s certifiably insane.

He hurries across the hall into the same closet he had pulled Sophia, as his phone begins to vibrate in his hand. For some reason, he had the feeling Mike wasn’t going to leave him alone until he’s answered, so he slides the answer button over, holding the phone up to his ear.

“Hello?” He whispers, flipping the light on in the small room. He was taking no chances of Emily finding him.

“Harry?” A deep voice responds, cutting through the background noise. “Why are you whispering?”

Ok, now this was an important decision- Does he tell this supposed ‘Mike’ that he’s hiding from ‘their’ supposed ‘sister’ because she’s a crazy bitch, or does he come up with some ridiculous reason and hope his ‘brother’ believes him.