Cool Kids

Two:

My back aches as I slowly wake up, the light flooding into the room from the windows. I don't know why it would hurt. I haven't done anything strenuous lately. I groan and roll over but freeze. I just heard man's groan. I immediately sit up and look around, nearly falling out of the bed. This- this is not Destiny's room!

Then I realize I'm completely alone in here. The duvet is white and there's an unfamiliar circular coffee table next to the king-sized bed. And then I look down at myself. No. No way! This can't be real. It's a dream. It has to be!

With shaky hands, I pull the covers off, thankfully seeing pajama pants. But what scares me is that I have no shirt on. And I have a toned chest with tattoos all over. Particularly a butterfly, two birds and Might as well…

That is when it hits me. I'm in Harry Styles's body. I scream as loudly and crazily as I can, freaking out even more as I hear Harry's voice instead of mine. Suddenly, my door swings open and I stare bug-eyed at the two women.

"Harry, what is wrong with you?!" Gemma yells, making me flinch.

"Gemma, Anne- I mean- uh- Mum!" They both furrow their eyebrows. "Ha-Have I told you how much I love you two ladies?" I ask.

"Um… Yes. Why?" Anne asks.

"Well, I sort of need a ride to Louis's flat." I tell her.

"What? Harold! You have your own car, license, and you can get there yourself. What's wrong?" She asks.

"Uh… Um… I gotta pee." I mentally punch myself in the face for that stupid excuse and run to the bathroom that is wide open across the hallway, shutting the door, and locking it.

"Harry Edward Styles, you get out here this instant and tell me what is the matter!" Anne shouts.

"I can't! I- I'm uh…" I think for a moment. Aha! I grab a towel and drop it on the floor. "I'm naked." I lie.

"It's okay, Mum. He's probably just missing the lads, or sick from all that food last night. That or-" I plug my ears as Gemma begins whispering, not wanting to know, and then wait a while as they walk away. As soon as I hear them talking downstairs, I run out of the bathroom and back to his room. Then I see a device on his coffee table and thank God loudly.

"Oh, thank you, God!" I nearly yell. I reach and grab the iPhone off the table and turn it on. "Dang it! Dang it! Dang it!"  I jump up and down, basically throwing a fit. "I hate passwords!" I yell, and groan, falling onto the bed. And then I feel pressure in my bladder.

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The Night Before:

Harry POV:

"Harry! I need you for a second!" Gemma yells. I groan and run downstairs.

"Yes?" I smile at her.

"I need your tall self. I can't reach the top of the cabinet for the cinnamon." She sighs. I nod.

"Why didn't you just pull up a chair?" I chuckle.

"Well, because my arms aren't long enough when I use one."

"Ah. Here. Give me the chair." I tell her, and she obliges. Within seconds, I have the cinnamon and hand it down. "Anything else?" I ask.

"The vanilla?" She gives me a sheepish grin. I nod and grab it then hand it to her before running up the stairs, back into my room. I type in my password - 0201 - and check my messages.

Dude. You need to tweet something about not being gay. A media source just claimed he got proof that you said you were -Liam

I sigh and quickly type up a reply.