"What the fuck, what the fuck what the fuck!" I muttered, confused as hell. Where the hell was I?
Okay, so this is what happened: I have no idea where I am or what led me to this place. I woke up in really strange bedroom. It was HUGE, about thrice as big as my room. It was really clean, like the person who lives here really allots time for cleaning the room. The walls were plain white, but were covered with band posters and random things like price tags, concert tickets and pieces of paper with writings on them. They were scattered, some were even turned upside down. I took one note and read:
"As I stare at millions of stars, I realize how insignificant I am to the world, yet I feel as if I have to struggle to survive because there are billions of cells in my body and all they care about is me, not the universe, just me..." I read out loud. The handwriting was very much the same as mine, except it looked like I wrote it after waking up from a really bad hangover.
I'm officially freaking out. I don't know where I am and Neither do I remember anything that happened last night.
I know what you're thinking, no, there were no parties last night, I'm not drunk, and I'm pretty sure I'm not high. I also know that this isn't me waking up from a one night stand because I'm not that type of girl.
I'm quite sure I don't know who owns this room because I don't know anyone who actually went to an Ed Sheeran concert one month ago, or anyone who is a fan of Bastille. I mean, if I did, he'd probably become my boyfriend.
Suddenly, I hear something that sounded like the intro to M83's Midnight City. I tried so hard to look for whatever it is that was making the sound. Just before the vocalist starts to sing, I found a black iPhone 5S on a table beside a big, fat siberian husky. I went to get the phone but I hesitated because the dog might bite me. Strangely, it walked towards me and started doing the dog thing. You know, when dogs approach you and make you pet them and snuggle with them? Yeah, it did that.
Just when the sound stopped, I grabbed the phone and stared at the screen.
One missed call.
I wanted to know who it was cause the person probably knows the owner of the phone, but the phone was locked so I sat back on the bed and waited for another call. I stared at the wall and saw a note which reads: black iPhone 5S password: 0000.
I mentally laughed at the guy (After carefully analyzing his wall, I have concluded that the owner, definitely, is a man) and thought that this person must be stupid to not remember his own phone's password. But then I saw several other notes. One says: White iPhone5 password: 4444. Another one says: iPhone 5s white, spare phone password: nope.
Then I realized that the man wasn't stupid, but he was rich. That, or his parents probably own Apple, Inc. right after Steve Jobs passed away (which would lead to him being, well, rich), or that he has won so many iPhones in raffles, or he has really rich friends who give out iPhones as gifts. Whatever he is, one thing is for sure: this guy is loaded.
I typed in the password and luckily, it opened. I looked at the number and...
"2658-482691.... WHAT THE FUCK!!!" Yes, I know, those were the only words I have managed to say out loud but if you were in my situation, you would probably say the same thing.
"Thi..This is my number!!!" Just as I finished my sentence, the phone rang again. I declined the call because 1. I wasn't on an unlimited call postpaid plan, and whoever was calling me didn't know that or was just heartless and 2. This is not my phone, that would be a case of level 2 invasion of privacy. Not that there were levels to it, but if there were, level 1 would actually be unlocking the person's phone, and I didn't want to go further into reaching the second level.
The phone buzzed and whoever was holding it texted: "HELLO??? AM I ALIVE????? I'M FREAKING OUT, PLEASE PICK UP!!!"
The phone rang, and although I was just as confused as the person on the other line, I managed to say... "Hello?"
"Why the fuck do I have boobs and why the fuck do you literally sound like me and why do you have my phone and is this your phone and-"
The person was using my voice. The person had my phone. The person, whoever she was, felt the same way I did. I'm officially freaked out. So I did the most logical thing ever, I hung up on the person, dropped the phone, let it fall on the bed, and ran to the bathroom to wash my face.
When I looked into the mirror, I was horrified. Not because I looked like a mess, because I didn't.
I looked like a really hot guy. Like, drop-dead gorgeous.
I didn't even spend that much time freaking out about how I was stuck inside a man's body. I just stared at myself, amazed by how beautiful I was.
Chiseled jawline, mesmerizing eyes, long eyelashes, symmetrical face. Even my body was perfect. Well, I'm not really a fan of tattoos but since I was inside this body I had to pay attention to them. I had a sleeve on my left arm and I had other tattoos scattered around my right arm and my chest. I have toned muscles and... are these abs?! Oh God I have abs! they were well defined. Whoever owns this body has been working out!
I swear, I was this close to saying "God must've spent a little more time on me because daaaaamn am I hot"
But then the phone buzzed again. The message read: "Look, I've been awake in a girl's body for four hours now and I don't know what happened, but you sound as confused as I am. You sound just like me and you have my phone so I'm thinking, maybe you're inside my body? So, call me if you can. I'm on postpaid, no worries.."
How can he be so calm about this? Is this even real? This can't be real, I must be dreaming. I went back to bed and I was about to fall into a deep slumber, wishing everything would go back to normal when...
"Zen!!! Zen, breakfast is ready!!!"
I immediately opened the door and found an old woman who's about 5 feet tall. I haven't realized how tall this body was until I actually came across another human. God, I sounded like an alien. But hey, who knows? Maybe I am! Maybe that's why I'm trapped in a hot guy's body!
"Zen?" The old woman uttered.
"Are you... my mom?"
"Very funny, young master. Come down, eat breakfast. Is bacon good? Your parents just left for their flight two hours ago and won't be back until after a month and a half. But rules are still rules, and as much as I love you, you can not host house parties anymore. Understood?"
I nodded, I was so scared of speaking because I might sound like a girl.
"Good. Now go get changed. Be down in 30 minutes max."
Again, I nodded and ran back to the bathroom. I looked into the mirror and looked at myself.
"Damn, I'm hot." just as I was checking myself out, I felt something...
"Oh my god is this an erection?" I shouted, but not loud enough to be heard outside. This has got to be the weirdest feeling I've ever felt in my life. It was like Zen's body was telling me: "Hey, you're a guy and this happens everytime, and you can't really control it. Surprise!"
I didn't know what to do. I know how to give handjobs but I've only done it twice, and I didn't want to do it to Zen's body...
Well, not while I'm INSIDE Zen's body...
So I just took a bath and luckily, the erection's gone. I went through Zen's phone to gather "information" and found out very interesting things about this Zen person.
1. His name is Zayn Malik, and I'm still trying to figure out whether Zen is a house or childhood nickname or it was just the old woman's accent.
2. The old woman was Zayn's nanny since he was three and he calls her Mim. And she has this old woman emoji beside her name in Zayn's contacts.
3. Zayn has a girlfriend named Perrie and I'm guessing they aren't in a serious relationship because 4. Zayn has 2 other girlfriends with names "Steph?" and "Blondie"
5. He has workaholic parents
6. He likes singing (He has so many recordings and videos of him singing). Apparently, the world doesn't know that he can sing. Maybe he doesn't want people to know because he's got that bad boy image going on.
7. He can't dance (but he tries, he also has videos of him trying to dance)
8. He's half Pakistani, half British, but he lives in California. I was actually relieved when I found out about this, at least I know my soul did not travel to the other side of the world, and that my body's still in tact, and is also in California.
9. His bestfriend's name is Louis, who is also British, and an archenemy named James, who is part of the football team with him.
10. Our bodies were switched and I am yet to find out why, and how.