A/N: The moment you have all been waiting for....enjoy
Marcel's POV
I peered my eyes open to find myself laying on my bed. I don't even remember walking over to my bed. I look around. This doesn't look like my room. I stare at the messy heap of clothes, video games, and other junk surronding me. This looks like a dump. Like Harry's room...wait, what? I examine my clothes. I'm not in my white v-neck and sweats from yesterday. Instead, I'm dressed in black skinny jeans and a t-shirt. Like Harry usually wears.....I'm so confused. I stare at a poster across the room. I can see it with perfectly. It's not blurry one bit. Hmm...this is weird. I stumble over to my bathroom and take a good look at myself. I shriek in terror. Oh my gosh. This isn't me....I look like...Harry. My hair isn't slicked back and straight, instead its all curly and looks like a mop. I look at my arm. Tattoos are placed about my tan skin. The same tattoos Harry has...oh my gosh. Why do I look like Harry? Is this some sort of joke of his? Am I dreaming? I stomp over to my room and bang on the door hoping for an explanation.
Harry's POV
I wake up to the loud noise of pounding on my door. My eyes are instantly blinded by the light shining from my window, which I am currently seated by. I don't remember falling asleep by my window. I take a good look at my room. This is definetly NOT my room. The room is nice and tidy, lined with book shelves and a telescope by the window. This looks like...Marcel's room. How did I get in here? And where's Marcel? The banging continues to play on my door as I walk to it, passing by a small mirror. I stop dead in my tracks and take a good look at my appearance. My hair is slicked back and I have black glasses around my eyes. I'm wearing a white v-neck and sweats....just like what Marcel was wearing last night. I whip off my glasses and look around. Everything is so blurry. I'm pretty sure I have perfect vision. At least, thats what the eye doctor said. i examine my arms. There's not a single tattoo to be found. Oh my gosh....where are all my tattoos and why do I look like.....Marcel. I scream and run towards my door, flinging it open to be greeted by none other than myself. Marcel, I mean me, I don't know, jaw drops to the floor as well do mine.
Marcel's POV
The door finally flings open and there stands....me. Well actually Harry in MY body.
"Why do you look like me and I look like you?!?!" I exclaimed.
"I knew we were twins and all but I didn't know this was possible..." He muttered.
"Did we...... switch bodies?!?!"
A/N: Short chappie, I know, I'm sorry. I wrote this in literally 20 mintues which is like a record. But they have finally switched bodies....ya! I have been waiting for this moment. I'm going to try to update soon but I start school on Monday, so I maybe busy. I'm finally gonna be a freshman!! Ya! I'm so excited even though I'm going to miss summer. Anyways vote and comment. Thanks for almost 300 reads. I feel special. Bye babes c:
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The Twin Swap
Fanfiction"Why do you look like me and I look like you?!?!" I exclaimed. "I knew we were twins and all but I didn't know this was possible…" He muttered. "Did we…… switch bodies?!?!" Marcel and Harry are twins. Marcel was always the nerdy, weird twin with...
