The Old Switcheroo

Chapter 2

YALL NOT READING

IMMA DELETING

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"Let me just you the truth. I have absolutely no idea what on earth you're talking about. Are you insane. I just can't lug around at home and do nothing. I have a life," said Niall, crossing his arms over his chest. 

Harry cocked his eyebrow at the lad. He himself is still pretty confused about the entire situation. It's not everyday that he'd see himself talk, right alone in an Irish accent. Harry pulled his hair, suddenly realizing that he didn't have his long hair. He looked at Niall, the lad wore such simple clothes on his body. A simple polo shirt and those slacks. He looked like a regular good bloke. He hadn't dressed like that in years.

"Well in this circumstances. You are me. Which means. You can't go out like a regular person," said Harry, urging the lad. "You've seen what happened just now when you entered the store right. Only this is the street. Have you have any idea what those people can do to you if they see you?"

Niall folded his arms against his chest. 

"You need to work with me while we sort this out."

Niall raked his head over the circumstances. It is indeed true that Harry and Niall had switched places. And neither of them had any idea how to switch back. But Niall himself wasn't being helpful. He's just being another stubborn little bitch, whining about the entire thing. He takes a deep breath, finally decided that even though this is a very unfavorable situation for both of them, he'll corporate. For the good of the world. 

"Fine," said Niall, grunting in defeat. "We're friends only after so long. After this, we'll imagine like nothing happened." 

Harry nodded. "Let's not fight anymore. At least be cordial to each other for this to work." 

"Can't agree more," said Niall. 

Harry grinned, "You were being the uncooperative one. I was being nice." 

"Moving on." 

"We need to plan this carefully. I mean I have no idea what you do, nor how you act. To be honest who you are, so let's get our intros done first alright. Nice to meet you. I am Harry, Harry Styles. I know you're going to expect Harry Potter. But sadly, I didn't live in a cupboard. My name is Harry Styles and I am a singer." 

Niall rolled his eyes. It was a problem that the man talked so unbelievably slow Niall could feel his mind was running ten times faster than the pace Harry was thinking. 

"I am a singer. I sing. I don't dance. I try to dance. I have two left feet, but I like to think I have two right ones. Do you dance?" 

"No." 

"Okay then. How about you?" 

Niall leaned back on his seat. He wanted nothing more than to run away right now. What was he even doing in the bloody back store of a kebab shop in the middle of the day. He should be at home relaxing. Doing something important. Something other than this.