One Direction Preferences

Lmao//Bodies

You Switch Bodies~

Harry:

"Ugh." You groan, feeling the slight hangover that encased your brain as you tried to remember what had happened last night. A blur of vodka, party hats, and One Direction songs filled your brain. Louis' birthday party - every year it left you dazed and confused. Normally, you'd wake up in a bathtub, but you and Harry had made a pact to get home and get in bed at a reasonable time. Luckily, you'd made it. "Haz, wake up." Grabbing your throat, your voice sounds... deep. "Hello? Oh my god, Harry! I sound like... you!" You toss the blankets off your sleeping companion and let out a screetch, to see a replica of yourself lying face down in the pillow. Slowly, they open their eyes and you let out a boyish shout, scrambling to your feet. The person - you - lets out a vicious shriek, grabbing their throat in the same way. "Why do I sound like a girl? Why are you me?" Their eyes widen, and you let out a sniffle - tears slipping down your new tanned cheeks. "I... I dunno. Harry, what are we going to do?" You blubber - and your boyfriend/you quickly hops off the bed and dashes to the mirror. "I know what I'm going to do!" He grins cheekily, grabbing your white tanktop on his new body - and hoisting it over his - your, head. "HARRY, PUT MY SHIRT BACK ON!"

Niall:

Argh, those Monday mornings were always the worst; you groaned, and slipped out of the bed. "Wake up, Niall." Blushing at how gruff your voice sounded and clearing it a few times, you pad over towards your slippers and put them on your feet. Geez, you really needed a pedicure - and obviously a new pair of slippers. These ones were two sizes too small! "Niall, babe, come - Ugh, what is wrong will my voice?" You groan, scratching your neck, then noticing... Dear lord, why were your hands so massive? And what happened to the pretty manicure you'd gotten the other day? And your hairy legs? Slowly from the cushions of blankets on your bed, a girly face appears. "Hey cu- what the hell?" You - well, not you, but someone who looked a lot like you - began cursing like a sailor. Your eyes had widened terribly, and you let out a little shout. "Niall?" You cry, running towards a mirror images of yourself, touching his face, your face, before cradling it in your hands. "Shit." Niall groans. "What the hell happened?" He groans, setting his head in his hands. You don't know what to do - so you rub his back, wincing at how large your hands are suddenly. "Niall - Damn, I mean - Y/N, it's okay. We just need to go back to sleep, this is all a dream." Niall shrugs, grabbing the blankets - and you follow in suit, cuddling into his side. "Wait, before I loose this opportunity." Niall hesitates, cupping his chest - your chest - and pushing it up. "Nice rack, babe."

Louis:

"Y/N, you have to wake up. There's been a mistake." Your eyelids flutter open, and you see a replica of yourself, shaking you frantically. It must be a dream, you assume - so you shrug them off and turn to your side. Wait! Could you even sleep in a dream? Rolling back over with wide eyes, you sit up - "Who are you?" You sputter out, staring at yourself. "I'm Louis..." They say softly, eyes pleading with you, but you wince. Frantically, they grab with perfect accuracy the mirror on the side table, and thrust it up towards you. "That's... Louis." You say shakily, lifting a finger to point to the reflection. Moving the hand away from the glass and touching the face - only to feel the soft press of your palm against what now was your skin. "God, Lou! We switched freakin' bodies!" You shout, surprised at your manly voice. Louis stares at you for a moment, his legs crossed before touching his lip - your lip, and licking them. "Well, you taste good." You let out a groan, throwing one of the plush white pillows at your idiotic boyfriend.

Zayn:

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.

Liam:

Taking a deep breath, you studied your boyfriend with slight fear, worry in your eyes. "So, we should just go back to sleep?" You ask, reaching out - scared at how simple it is to wrap your arms around his waist, and see how quickly you can, and how you didn't have to stretch up to kiss his lips. Liam weirdly gets on his tiptoes, and you awkwardly bend your body to kiss him. "Yup. And hopefully we'll uh, switch." Liam gives you a quick glance, heading back towards bed and shutting off the lights. You can't help but hesitate, slipping your hand back up your shirt - Liam's shirt and smirking. "Damn boy, you're ripped." You wink in the dark, knowing he can hear the smirk in your voice. "Just come to bed, babe." Liam chuckles.

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4 YEARS AS OF THE DAY I WROTE THIS!! July 23!

I can't BELIVE these boys changed my life so much. They have had such a big influence on me!

I think my dead hamster's ghost is in this room bc I smell a strong scent of her hamster smell. OMFG IT MIGHT BE A POLTERGEIST!!

^just in case you couldn't tell I'm super obsessed with poltergeists.

Have a fabulous..........................ly horrid day,

Courtney.xx