I hadn’t quite managed to get away from the mirror and no it wasn’t because I was being vain, rather because I was a girl and this was no dream. The growing redness on my forearm was proof of that. Vas happenin indeed !
I sighed sadly, raking my hands through my knotty red hair, drinking in my surroundings.
Her room was painted a light shade of purple with a bed and table with a computer on either side of the room. On her walls were posters of various bands, none of them were of One Direction, I noticed. Oh but of course there was a poster of The Wanted; geeks ! She seemed to be infatuated with the Hunger Games, rather the boy; I couldn’t be bothered with his name, as a portion of her wall was dedicated to him.
Girls, I thought with a smirk.
The smell of pancakes wafted sneakily into the room, interrupting my ongoing heart attack and my stomach grumbled hungrily in response. I was ravenous. Glancing quickly around the room I threw on the first things I saw which was a navy blue tank top and I decided to leave on the boxer shorts she had on because I was too hungry to give a damn. It was ninja time ! Besides I couldn’t stay in there forever.
Head up, back straight, hair tucked into a messy bun, hehe - I turned the door knob slowly glancing left and right, thankful to find the hall way clear before I ventured out into the wilderness. I felt so gangster like a men-in-black agent; Woot woot. Alright maybe I’m exaggerating just a tad bit, but can you blame me ?!
The carpeted floor in the hall way made it easier to creep downstairs without detection, but the sound of laughter emanating from the kitchen told me that wouldn’t be for long. I groaned, while my tummy grumbled.
‘Mia?’ a pixie-like voice called out from behind me.
Shoot. Shoot. Shoot.
“Helloooo! has old age gotten to you already?!” she started again, more annoyingly.
Score. My name’s Mia ! and thankfully I have experience with annoying little sisters. Plastering what I hoped was an evil smile, I turned around replying, "I'd challenge you to a battle of wits, but I see you are unarmed." (William Shakespeare)
“What?! I swear you get weirder every day” she said walking away.
Crisis one averted.
As I entered the kitchen I tried to carry on being ninja but alas all good things come to an end.
“Morning sweetheart” a cheery voice called out to me.
Wowzer.
Before me stood a tall, black haired, hazel eyed beauty, so I did the only thing a normal guy would do or should I say, the normal thing I would do.
“The only thing sweet here is you babe, vas happenin” I said with a wink.
“I beg your pardon?” she replied in mock horror before she burst into laughter. “Mia, are you alright?
Bloody hell what did I just do.
Dammit Zayn.
Perrie !
And I’m a girl !
Honestly it shouldn't be that hard to remember, i'm wearing a bra !
“Oh yeah I’m fine” I muttered, waving my hand.
It's not like I’m a British popstar who woke up in your daughter’s body and just tried to hit on you.
“I was just um .. " I fumbled, " - practicing for the um school play I’m a part of” I stammered as I felt my cheeks grow warm.
“Okay sweetie " she replied, staring at me worriedly. " Well good luck with it! Come have some pancakes, they’re still warm”
That incident rocked me so hard I forgot about my hunger but at the mention of pancakes my stomach grumbled like a volcano ready to erupt.
After gobbling down almost half the pancakes on the plate, an earth moving burp escaped my throat; my stomachs token of appreciation. I grinned blissfully.
“Someone was hungry this morning,” said the woman I presumed was my mother.
I looked up, surprised. Was she; rather, were they here all this time?! Oops.
“Hahahahaha um yeah, all the uh practicing for the play,” I answered confidently, patting my stomach.
She nodded but didn’t say anything. Beside her sat the little girl I encountered earlier in the hallway sneering at me intently.
Should I tell them what happened? That I’m actually Zayn Malik from One Direction? Would they believe me? Or would they label me bonkers and have me institutionalised?
I chose the latter. For now I had to keep up this charade and get in touch with the lads somehow. I can only guess that if I’m in Mia’s body, then hopefully she’s in mine. I suppressed a sob.
They were having a conversation about... One Direction? A small smile invaded my lips.
“And mum Zayn was holding this giant maraca and he had this cute but spaz expression on his face when he shook it! And Niall looked so soulful while playing his guitar and Liam ....” she continued but I tuned out.
She spoke so animatedly about us and her eyes had this sparkle in it and I felt my heart warm. It was moments like this that made me glad I did what I do. It’s all for this; for them; the fans.
I smiled a big dopey grin.
“What are you smiling about?” she asked pointedly. “You’re not a Directioner, directionator,” she continued in an accusing tone like I committed a crime.
“Nothing,” I started, think fast. Why am I smiling ?!
A lightbulb went off, ahah !
“I was just thinking about how much better The Wanted are,” I said trying to sound defiant as my chest tightened uncomfortably. I never thought those words would ever leave my lips. I’m doing a lot of things for the first time today.
She scoffed. “Really Mia? Well I think they’re both awesome bananas!” she said swiftly leaving the table.
Wow she loved both One Direction and The Wanted? Amazing. Those types of fans were rare and I was overcome with admiration for her.
Following her leave, I got up too, washing my plate and hurried back to my room to cook up a plan.
My feet had other plans though because just as I entered my room I found myself face first with the black, feel good carpet on the floor, my feet entangled on a wire.
A phone wire.
My heartbeat accelerated.
Another light bulb went on in my head.
I walked gingerly following the wire to where the phone sat perfectly and as I picked it up, a small gasp escaped my lips.
The cold buttons wielded to the pressure from my fingers dialling that all too familiar number.
The eerie silence was replaced by the call tone. Come on pick up ! Pick up !
“Hello?” her voice flooded through the ear piece, washing over me like honey on toast.
“Perrie?” I asked, even though I knew it was her.
“Yeah? Who is this?” she said more guardedly. Her british accent made me miss mine.
Okay here goes ! Zap zap zap !
“Baba it’s me, Zayn. I know it’s kinda hard to believe coz I sound like a girl but you have to believe me, I woke up this morning and I was in this girl’s body! You and the boys have to come get me!” I blurted out in one breath.
“How did you get this number?”
Alright that is not how I expected this conversation to go. I expected an “omg babe I’m coming to get you” - not interrogation 101.
“Perrie listen to me! I’m Zayn, your boyfriend! And I’m in a girl’s body! You have to come get me. I’m not a girl!!!!” I screamed but the line went dead. Great.
“You’re not a girl?” a voice asked from behind me.
I turned around so fast my head went giddy. It was her, Mia’s mother. Shoot. Shoot. Shoot.
So I did what I do best and sang.....
"I'M NOT A GIRL NOT YET A WOMAN ................................................"
Happy Boxing Day Everyone :)
thankyou for reading and commenting and voting and reading :D
im sorry it took me a while to upload ; still working on that :P
i had this whole thing i wanted to say but then i forgot :/
ooh thankyou to my little elf @Guardiian_Angel for the direction <3
& to everyone who commented esp @YsBelle for her entertaining comment on the last chapter, i loved it lolol :)
so happy hunger games , may the odds be ever in your favor :P
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