Cool Kids

Three:

"Destiny?"

"Harry? Oh my chips! You know I'm not Liam! Harry I need your help!"

"Destiny! It's me! It's Karisma!"

"Oh, my- It happened to you too?!" She cries into the phone. "What are we gonna do? We're stuck in their bodies! And where are they? They could be-"

"Hey! Get it together, okay? They're in our bodies. All four of them. I don't know who is who. I called you because you like Liam and it worked so I think that's how it went."

"Don't say it. I can't even- no. Liam cannot see me in my pajamas, let alone change me into my school clothes!"

"Well, it's not like we have a choice! I have to pee like a race-horse but I'm too scared. I know how you feel. I'm the good girl. How do you think I feel?" I laugh, nervously.

"Pretty anxious and figety, I'd say..." She mumbles.

"Yeah. But we just need to get it together. You got Liam's phone figured out?"

"Yes. I saw that he had an unsent message to Harry and it said Sophie dumped him for another guy. How stupid is that?!"

"I would say it's pretty stupid! But I have to call Harry back. Do you think you can get the girls on a party line and figure this out?" I ask, giving her a motherly tone.

"Yeah. I think I've got it." She sighs.

"Good. Talk to you later."

"Yep." She hangs up. I immediately call Harry back.

He answers on the third ring.

"You know, your friend's Mum really freaked out when we all screamed. Now she won't let us go to school because she thinks we didn't get enough sleep."

"Believe me, we didn't." I laugh.

"Okay, on a more serious note... Who gave you a black eye?" Harry asks. My eyes widen to about golfball size as I realize Harry Edward Styles has seen me, and I had to go and have a freaking black eye for it.

"Um . . . What? I can't understand you." I lie. He repeats himself and I sigh. "Um . . . Nothing too serious . . . I won anyway."

"You won? Well, who started it?"

"A group of girls. Can we change the subject, now?" I ask, but he continues pressing for more questions.

"A group of girls? Why would a group of girls gang up on a gorgeous girl like you?!"

"Because I'm poor and tend to support the rich girl's daddy issues and eating habits. But yesterday, I refused to buy her lunch, so she tried to beat me up, just like every other time it has happened. It's nothing new, Harry."

"If I wasn't a guy, I'd mess this- wait. I'm not a guy!" He uses my voice to squeal and I yank my ear away from the phone. "Okay. That was really weird. Where did that come from?" He asks, sounding a bit scared.

"Um . . . Girl insticts?" I guess. "Now I know why people think I'm annoying. I didn't know my squeals could be so high pitched!" I laugh. But then I realize something. Harry Styles just used my fangirl squeal with my voice. And it finally hits me that he's in my body. "Holy chiznit!" I slap my hand to my forhead.

"What? What's wrong?" He asks, sounding a bit worried.

"Harry . . . You- I . . . You haven't changed yet, have you?"

"Um . . . No. Why?" He asks.

"Please don't. Destiny is getting everyone rounded up. We'll be on a plane soon, and be down there by tonight. Stay there and don't go anywhere. Just . . . Play on our phones. And don't look through messages, or on our twitters. Also, don't get in any of our bags. Oh, and-"