Body Switch (Zayn Malik)(FINISHED!)

Ch. 14: Amy's Family

-Zayn's POV-

Amy got a text from Liam last night saying to be back at their hotel in Leeds by 5pm because we needed to leave by 6. Today was the day we left, and Amy and I had to go see her parents before. I wasn’t really looking forward to this, sure, Amy and I have gotten close, and we’ve learned a lot about each other, but I don’t think I could be enough like her to fool her parents!

“Ready?” my deep voice asked as I turned to look at my body. I nod my head as Amy’s blonde hair sways with the movement. We left her flat after packing a couple bags, and were on our way to her parents house. She was already checked out of the hotel and the back seat to her jeep was filled with our luggage.

“You’re mum told me she would drive us to the hotel and you can keep your car at her place,” I told her remembering the text I got from Mrs. Turner earlier that morning.

“Awesome,” she replied

          Sooner than I would have liked, we pulled up to a big brick house with green shutters. We got out and walked to the front door. I knocked, but Amy said, “You’re me. Just walk in, you don’t have to knock,”

“Sorry, I’m a little nervous,” I replied opening the door and stepping inside. It was a clean, middle-class house, and had a lived in welcome feel to it. There were pictures all over the house of Amy and I’m assuming her parents and,

“You never told me you had a younger sister!” I hissed

“Sorry! Her name is Emma!” she whispered back before she directed me around a corner and into the kitchen and living room area.

“Hey!” exclaimed a short brunette woman with glasses

“Hey,” Amy greeted with emotion in her eyes, but quickly caught herself, reminding me I needed to be her.

“Hi mum!” I said as she wrapped me in a hug.

“And who is this?” she asked turning to smile at Amy in my body

“I’m Zayn, nice to meet you Mrs. Turner,” Amy said politely

She took a step back and examined my body.

“This isn’t the Zayn you said you met at the library, is it?” she asked looking at me

“It is,” I reply now realizing that the story of us meeting while working at the library is shit because we are going to tell them who I really am and that Amy and I will be on tour with the band,”

“But, aren’t you from One Direction?” she asked looking back at Amy

“I am,” she replied sheepishly

“I thought Amy said you worked in the library with her?”

“I did say that,” I interjected, “But it was a lie. I just didn’t want it getting out we became friends,” and I exchanged a relieved look with Amy when her mom said, “Oh I see, that makes sense. Would either of you like some tea?”

          “No thanks,” we replied

“Your father and Emma should be home soon. They went to the store to pick something up for her school project,” explained Mrs. Turner as she turned around to pour some hot water in a mug for herself

“How old is your sister?” I mouthed

“16,” she whispered

“So how are you, Zayn?” Amy’s mom asked turning to her

“I’m good, thanks. How are you?”

“Fairly decent, it’s not every day a celebrity comes into my house. Emma will be so excited to see you. She’s a big fan. Amy got her into you guys, believe it or not,”

Amy blushed, trying not to make eye contact with me while I tried to hid my amused smirk.

“We actually came by to tell you guys something,” I said, getting to the point

“Oh?”

“I am leaving later today to go on tour with them for a few weeks,” I said

Her eyes went big and she said, “Amy, are you kidding me? What about work? And your bills? I knew you were going to go stay with them for a little bit, but a few weeks? How long is a few weeks?”

“Until the end of February,” I muttered once again being under the authoritative power that all mums have

“She’ll be well taken care of!” Amy chimed in, flashing a smile she hoped to be charming.

          It seemed to have worked a little because her mum said, “Well you are an adult now. I can’t make your choices for you,”

Just then the door opened and a male voice yelled, “We’re home!”

A girl who looked like a younger version of Amy came walking around the corner texting away on her phone not noticing us.

“Mum, what’s there to eat?” she asked before looking up making eye contact with her sister and her mouth dropped

Amy was clearly enjoying the control she had over Emma by being me.

“Hey Emma,” she said with a smile

“Hi,” she squeaked and looked toward me for the first time and said, “Amy. Is that who I think it is?”

I nod my head, being amused.

“Hi,” she squeaked again looking back toward my body. Mr. Turner came round the corner and said, “Ah! Amy! This must be Zayn! My wife said you two were coming over!”

“You knew!” Emma squealed looking at her parents

“You know him!” she exclaimed looking at me

I couldn’t resist messing with her, she reminded me of my sisters, and I missed them.

“And guess what?” I asked smiling at her.

“What?”

“I’m going on tour with them for a little while,” I stuck my tongue out at her as her jaw hit the floor.

“What?” she whispered full of jealousy

“Can I see your phone?” Amy asked her sister and she quietly obeyed, still star-struck.

She leaned in next to Emma and lifted the phone and said, “Smile!” they did so and she clicked the camera

          “Thanks!” Emma exclaimed happily.

“I’ll be sure to torture your sister enough for you,” Amy said smiling at me and I rolled my eyes trying not to smile back.

          We didn’t stay for very long, we needed to get to the hotel soon but before we left, Emma asked, “Zayn, erm, could I get your autograph?”

I exchanged looks with Amy, before she smiled and said, “Of course,”

Her sister ran to get something to write on and with and I leaned over and whispered, “I thought you said you couldn’t do my signature?”

“I’ve been practicing. A lot,” she replied and when Emma got back she did a pretty good forgery.

The car honked, signaling Mrs. Turner was waiting for us.

“Bye Amy,” her dad said kissing me on the head.

“Bye dad,” I replied with a smile

“Bye Emma!” I exclaimed, but she was hugging onto Amy too tight to notice me.

“Bye Zayn,” she said looking up into my chocolate brown eyes that Amy looked back through to her sister.

“Bye!” she replied and within no time we were on our way to the hotel, in the back seat of Mrs. Turner’s car with our bags.

I was going to see my band mates again and I was excited!

Amy’s phone buzzed and I saw it was her that sent me a text.

Amy: You fooled’em!

I just looked up and smiled at her.