I wake up with a headache. I roll over on the bed and groan, before rolling too far and off the bed.

"What the fuck?" I question, wondering how I could have misjudged the width of my bed. I open my eyes and for a moment, I've forgotten the previous day's events. I look around, and when I spot the Love button that I discarded onto the dresser the night before, I gasp.

"This... this has to be a dream," I whisper to myself, still unable to believe such a thing could happen. I grab the phone from the end table and look at myself in the reflection.

So it's true, I think, and put the phone back down. Yesterday, I woke up in Chris Martin's body and broke up with his fiancée. I pick the phone back up and open it to see if there are any missed calls from her, which there aren't. Only two from Gwyneth and one from Chris' brother, Al.

I groggily walk downstairs, where I find Phil making tea for both of us. "Good morning, sleepy head," he says with a smile. I look at him and try to smile back, but the thought that Phil has been clinging to Chris' side for the last few years angers me a bit. "Are you feeling any better?"

I shrug. "A bit, I suppose," I lie. None of it makes any sense and I am 100% not ok.

"I went ahead and called your producer for you. Usually you don't sleep in so late so I knew that you still weren't up to going."

I feel myself getting a bit annoyed at Phil's attitude. "I don't need a secretary," I grumble, and he looks at me a bit confused.

"Chris, if you don't want me to help you out with work, then how come you haven't told me?" He asks.

Becoming nervous, I shrug. "I never really... thought about it, I guess."

Phil sighs and scoots closer to me than I feel comfortable with. I try to distance myself a bit from him, but he closes the gap again, his face a bit too close to mine. "Are you still a bit on edge from your break up with Dakota?" He asks quietly.

"Uh..." I look down at his lips suspiciously and then back up again. This time, he doesn't close the distance and I take a deep breath. "Yeah. I've been with her for awhile and this is just..." Phil stands up and takes his place behind me, a bit seductively. I gulp. "A bit hard, you uh... know?"

He smirks. "Chris you don't have to hide it."

I gulp. What the hell was happening? "Hide... hide what?" I ask.

Phil giggles and sits in my lap. My eyes widen and I try to move my face back. He grabs my hands, and then there is nothing to block Phil if his lips reach for mine. "Chris, I know that you broke up with her for me."

My eyes widen more. Phil? A crush on Chris? Were they having an affair?

"Does this... happen often?" I ask as Phil begins to unbutton his top.

He raises an eyebrow. "Uh... is this a test?" He asks, before wiping away the worried look on his face. "Don't worry, babe. We won't get caught now. There's nothing to get caught for now."

"Phil!" I shout, right as Phil reaches in and bites my lips. He moves his lips on mine, and I panic, and roll out of the chair, Phil with me.

"Chris! What's wrong with you!?"

"I'm not Chris!" I shout, finally revealing my secret.

His face falls and his look of lust is replaced by confusion. "What?"

My breathing grows heavy. "Phil, it's Jonny. I woke up yesterday in Chris' body. I didn't know what to do or what to do so I just lived as him for a day."

He sits on the white couch, his hand on his head. "That's why you broke up with Dakota. You were trying to ruin his life."

I feel my cheeks heat at Phil's correct accusation. "Uh... yeah."

There's a few moments of silence. "This is crazy. Impossible!"

"Crazy, yes. Impossible, no," I correct.

Phil sighs, then stands and begins to pace. "How could this happen? How can you be Jonny? Is Chris in your body? What the fuck is even happening?"

I cringe and run my hand through my hair, a new habit I've picked since being in Chris' body (and actually having hair). "Phil, I'm just telling you what I do know. I don't know much either."

He sighs. "We need to call Ch- er... you. We need to find out if he's experiencing the same thing."

I furrow my eyebrows and grab his hand. "What, are you crazy? We can't call Chris!"

"And why the hell not?"

"Because the wanker bloody hates me that's why!"

"Chr- er... Jonny, this is important!"

I sigh. "Fine, but don't tell him anything that happened," I finally agree, biting my lip.

Phil looks at me, biting his lips worryingly. He sighs and hugs me. "I'm sorry, Jonny. I don't... know how this could be possible. I didn't... know. I feel so bad."

I close my eyes and lean into his embrace. It feels good to finally feel the familiar warmth of my friend, someone that I used to see every day and am now lucky to see once every couple months. "It's ok, Phil," I say, and I mean it.

When we pull away, I look down at the floor. Phil stares at me, before pulling out his mobile. I walk away, afraid to listen to the conversation. I run upstairs, too much of a wimp to face... him.

I sit on Chris' bed and run my hand through his hair. Chris...

The man who tortured me, who left the band, who ruined my life...

Why am I so afraid of him? He's just a man. He's not a demon or a beast or even a sheep. There's no reason to be afraid of him. I should face him. I should tell him off, I should-

"Hey uh... he wants to talk to you," Phil tells me, opening the door and making sure not to give anything away about my situation.

My eyes widen and I take a deep breath. "I... can't. I'm busy," I lie, even though Phil is standing right in front of me.

"Talk to him," he says, shoving his mobile into my face.

Shaking, I grab it, and put it up to my ear. "H-hello?" I stutter.

There's silence on the other end, and for a moment, I think he's hung up. However, then I hear, "Jonny?"

It's my voice, but it's his tone. It startles me. It's him. It's really him. After several years, I'm actually talking to the man who ruined my life. "Hello?" He asks, making sure I'm still there.

"Hi," I answer dumbly, and I mentally slap myself for not preparing a conversation for him.

"Hi," he replies, and we both just sit silently for a moment. "Look, let's not act stupid here, we have a serious problem and we need to figure out how to fix it," he cut in. "Have you... done anything? You know, like... fucked anything up?"

His paranoia is warranted, but it still annoys me. I decide to just change the subject. "How are we supposed to fix this?"

Chris sighs, and it's a bit weird listening to my own voice without being the one to create the sound. "I'm not sure. Maybe... it has something to do with us?"

I gulp. "Huh?"

"Jonny, maybe we have to make up or something."

All of a sudden, the anger returns and I shake my head. "Make up? How do you expect me to forgive someone who completely destroyed my life? You took away my friends, you took away my music, you took away my kids! And I'm supposed to just forgive you? No thank you. I think I'd rather stay trapped in the body of a wanker."

I can hear Chris shift uncomfortably, and I smirk. He's nervous.

"Jonathan, this isn't for us. It's for our families," he tries.

"Do you really think my family would notice a difference? I haven't seen my kids together in about a year now, and even separate, I only see them for a few hours every other weekend. They don't give two fucks about me, Chris."

"Don't be like this, Jon-"

"I didn't ruin your life, Chris. You ruined your own life."

With that, I hang up on him angrily, and ignore his call when Phil's mobile rings again. To avoid throwing it at the wall, I walk away from it, and back downstairs, where Phil is pacing. His eyes light up when he sees me, and I sigh. "No, Phil, I'm still Jonny," O say, and his face falls back into worry and confusion. He sighs and goes back to pacing.

"Did you get anywhere closer to figuring it out?" He asks.

"Nope, and I decided to stay in Chris' body," I say, still wondering if that's really my plan.

Phil's eyes widen. "What? Are you crazy? You can't stay like this! You have your own life and Chris has his!"

I shrug. "He's the one who fucked up, Phil. He fucked up everything. I'm not gonna forgive him just so I can go back to the shitty little life that he created for me. That's bullshit!" I begin to believe it more as I say it, and so I continue on, trying now not only to convince Phil, but myself. "If Chris wanted to live his dream life, then he shouldn't have fucked up his relationship with the band. He ruined all of us, and you don't even care. You're having an affair with him, for God's sake!"

At the mention of the affair, Phil blushes and rubs the back of his neck. "Don't tell Lara about that by the way."

I sigh. "You're missing the point here, Phil," I say, and Phil begins to pace again. "You're on Chris' side simply because he satisfies your lust. You really think he would've left Dakota to be with you? It's never going to work out, Phil."

Phil furrows his eyebrows. "You know, before you and Chris started this war, I remember you being very kind, caring, and gentle. I guess Chris took that away from you, too?" He asks, angrily, before storming out of the room, tears in his eyes.

I blink, but unfazed, I grab some fruit from out of the fridge and start munching on it.

Phil is wrong. I'm still the same Jonny. I may be more of a loser now, and I may have lost all of my friends and family, but I'm still as kind, caring, and gentle as he says I was. Chris is the one that's changed, not me.

A memory flashes through my mind of before the band split up, and us all being at a coffee shop. We used to go there regularly when we were working on music, since it's only right up the street from the Bakery, and their scones were delicious. Every now and then, when I have the money, I'll head over there and order something, if only for the human interaction.

Chris used to order a chocolate iced scone, and I would always order a cinnamon roll. All except for one time. It was Chris' turn to order and instead of asking what I wanted, he went ahead and got me a cinnamon roll. Of course, that's what I was going to get, but I found it extremely rude and offensive, and so what was actually a minor issue turned into a fistfight and both of us being banished from coming back into the shop together. I think that was the only disapproving glare that the owner has ever given me.

I shake my head, and suddenly I grow sad. Why? Could it be from missing my old life with the band? Could it be from missing that coffee shop and the sweet old owner who's almost looked at me fondly? Could I... miss Chris?

Again, I shake my head. He's a bastard. He ruined my life. Standing up, I think to make that now, it's time I ruin his.