Switched // a.f.i

Chapter 1 - Flights

*Ashton's POV*

After I got off of the flight in Jackson, I grabbed my luggage and left for my other flight. The boys and I were going off to Dallas, Texas for our show the next night. I didn't understand why we couldn't fly straight from Atlanta to Dallas, but we stopped in Jackson for about an hour until we left on our flight for Dallas.

The flight from Jackson to Dallas was about an hour and a half, which wasn't much compared to what I was used to.

During the flight, I wanted to get on my phone, so I reached into my pocket. It wasn't there. I must've put it in my suitcase by accident. I didn't need it at the moment. I'd wait to get it after we got off of the plane in Dallas.

After getting off of the plane, I grabbed my big suitcase and a few other bags I had from the pickup. The other three boys and I then walked out of the airport to where Adam was waiting to pick us up.

He took us to the hotel and we walked in, then made our way to our room after checking in.

"Tomorrow, we have to be at the venue at about 2 in the afternoon. We have an interview in the morning, though," Luke announced, looking at his phone and making sure of the activities for the following day with Adam. Adam nodded, and we got out of the elevator after it stopped.

We found our room and walked in. I chose my bedroom while the other three boys did too. Adam chose to share a room with me because there were only four rooms and I had chosen a room with two beds.

I laid my luggage on my bed and began to unpack. I decided to get into my bigger suitcase to find my phone.

When I opened my suitcase, I saw a lot of designer clothes in there, some makeup products, and a small bag with toiletries in it. Also, there were a few magazines like Vogue and Seventeen. I then found a small bag with a large amount of cash in it.

"Ashton, those are some pretty fancy clothes you have there. When did you start wearing makeup and reading Vogue?" Adam wondered, looking at me from his bed while he was getting some things unpacked.

"I don't read Vogue. Plus, these aren't my clothes, and neither is this bag of makeup, or this bag of money. This isn't my suitcase.." I was confused. Had I gotten it mixed up with someone else's? I looked on the outside, and it looked just like mine. A humungous red suitcase with wheels, a top handle, and a side handle. One thing I hadn't noticed before was the pink stitching on the bottom of it. The pink print read, "Janessa Winters". I had heard of her before. This was her suitcase?

"Adam, do you know Janessa Winters?" I asked him, and he nodded, "she's a great singer."

"This is her suitcase. She must be in Dallas too, so I should call her to get it back to her-" I paused and sighed. My phone was in my suitcase, the suitcase she probably had.

"What should I do, Adam? My phone is in my suitcase," I got worried.

"I don't know. Maybe you could get on your laptop and send something to Janessa, telling her you have her suitcase," he suggested.

"I could. But wait a minute, what's something else I could do? Because I can't send her a Twitter DM until she follows me back," I sighed, trying to think of something else I could do.

"I don't know what you'd do, Ashton. I'm sorry. Maybe she'll try to call one of the other boys, maybe she can get on your phone-" Adam began

I cut him off, "but my phone has a password."

"She could call one of the other boys from her phone, or-"

"That's it!" I exclaimed, "I'll call her from Luke's phone, or Calum's or Mikey's!"

"But you don't have her phone number, do you?" He wondered. I shook my head, but I began to look in her suitcase.

"Maybe she has it written down in here," I suggested, digging through her clothes and other belongings. I felt bad for doing that, but she was probably doing the same thing with my belongings.

"Or.." Adam began slowly, "you could just call your phone from my phone, or one of the boys' phones."

"I could!" I nodded, then was about to walk out of my room when Calum walked in.

"Woah, Ashton.. Those clothes don't look like something you'd wear. They look like girls' clothes," he pointed out.

"That's because they are a girl's clothes. My suitcase got switched," I explained the whole story to him.

"Janessa Winters? Woah! She's probably around here, then. She doesn't have a show here soon, does she? She had a show in Atlanta the night before we did," Calum told me.

"Maybe her schedule is like ours, just a day or two before. It hopefully is, because I want to get my things back, and she probably wants her things back," I looked at the suitcase again, then I turned back to Calum, "can I use your phone?"