Harry blinked awake, stretching his limbs and immediately noticing the odd sensation of his feet dangling past the edge of the mattress. He sat up, rubbing his eyes, and looked down, startled to see his toes pointing far beyond where they usually stopped. His shirt, which had fit snugly the night before, now hung awkwardly open, its buttons straining and the fabric barely reaching his waist. He glanced at the sleeping Callum, still curled up under a blanket, blissfully unaware.
Harry stood up, feeling his head brush against the ceiling light fixture—a sensation that sent a jolt of disbelief through him. He moved cautiously toward the bathroom, each step feeling foreign and exaggerated. As he ducked to pass through the door, a sharp thud echoed as his forehead clipped the top of the frame. "Ow! That can’t be right," he muttered, staring at his reflection in the mirror, where a much taller, broader version of himself gazed back in open-mouthed shock.
Harry pressed his palm against the glass, studying the way his longer arms and broader shoulders filled the space. He pinched his own cheek, half-expecting to wake up, but the sting was real. "Okay, Harry, don’t panic. You’re definitely not dreaming," he whispered, his voice unexpectedly deeper. He glanced down at his shirt again, the buttons threatening to pop, and realized he needed something that actually fit.
Harry tiptoed back into the bedroom, careful not to wake Callum. He rummaged through the wardrobe, fingers brushing over jerseys, sweatpants, and finally a loose tank top that looked promising. Slipping it over his head, he marveled at how well it fit—no more pinched seams or exposed midriff. For the first time, he felt what it was like to move with Callum’s ease, his larger frame filling the space with effortless confidence.
Callum sat up, blinking sleepily at Harry, who now towered at the same height. "Dude… when did you get so tall?" he exclaimed, wide-eyed and half-laughing. Harry grinned sheepishly, pointing at his head and the doorframe. "I think I borrowed your height for the night. Hope you don’t mind," he joked, relief mingling with excitement.
Callum handed Harry a pair of his shoes, and unsurprisingly, they did not fit onto Harry s massive feet, Callum was only a size 11 after all, while Harrys feet now seemed to be size 15, maybe larger. "Guess you're going to have to go shoe shopping again!" he said, nudging Harry playfully. Harry nodded, his eyes shining with the thrill of the strange and unexpected. "Best sleepover ever," he replied, as both friends dissolved into laughter, savoring the magic of a morning where anything seemed possible.
