Body Switch (Zayn Malik)(FINISHED!)

Ch. 3: Morning Wood is Hard to Run With (Pun intended)

A/N: Hey guys so even though nothing horrible is in here, it needs to get rated R, and I've never rated anything that before, so I'm not sure if that makes it unreadable to some people or what? But Wattpad stopped me from rating it PG-13, and I feel like it silently judged me, so here is my not so dirty first rated-R chapter ever. Enjoy my lovies.

I didn’t open my eyes yet. Something felt wrong. Very wrong. My bed felt different. My room smelled different. I was still half asleep though so I supposed I was just waking up from having a weird dream. I rolled over and put the pillow over my head. Wait.

This didn’t feel like my pillow. I slowly opened my eyes to see that the bed sheets were not my dark purple but instead a crisp white. I shot up and saw I was in a hotel room. Was I drugged last night? No, I didn’t have anything to drink.

          Where was I? There were clothes laying all over the floor…but none of them were mine. They were all men’s clothes…I looked down at myself and

“AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” I screamed thoroughly freaked out. I hit my lap, trying to get whatever was on me under the covers off, but Instead of it flying off, I hurt myself!

Slowly lifting the bed covers I looked.

“WHAT THE FUCK!?” I exclaimed

Why did I have a boner? Why…why am I wearing men’s clothes? Why did it look like I’ve never shaved my legs in my life? Why did my legs not look like mine?! I jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom – which was harder to do with a penis that was standing to attention! I looked at my reflection but screamed again.

“HOLY HELL! WHAT IS GOING ON!” I spun around frantically looking all around. I looked back in the mirror and I didn’t see myself. I saw Zayn Malik staring back at me.

          There was a knock at the hotel door and I ran to answer it.

“Hey man, are you okay? What’s with the screaming?” My eyes widened and my jaw dropped. Liam Payne was looking right at me. He glanced down and laughed, “Looks like someone’s got morning wood,”

          Quickly I covered my new man hands over my new man area and continued staring at Liam freaking Payne. He had a concerned expression.

“Zayn, hey, what’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost!”

“I’m…I’m not Zayn…” I whispered in a deep voice, not at all my own.

“Yeah you are,” Liam replied confused.

I ran back to the bathroom and leaned into the mirror poking and prodding my face. It was in fact the face of Zayn from One Direction. I felt the rough stubble on my cheeks, and looked into my brown eyes. My hair was short and dark and I still had this stupid boner slapping against my stomach! WHAT WAS GOING ON!?

          “Zayn, what is wrong?” Liam asked appearing at the bathroom door.

“N-nothing…bad dream,” I croaked out, still staring at myself in awe.

“Okay, well we have sound check at three today for the concert, so be ready to go by two,” Liam said before walking away.

“Liam! Wait!” I exclaimed running to him

“Yeah?”

“How uhm…how do I get rid of this?” I asked motioning to my crotch.

“Hahaha, Zayn, we’re close, but we’re not that close. You’re a guy, you know how to do it. Just look at a picture of Perrie or something,” and he walked out leaving me all alone.