Set Her Free

Harry Styles has known something is wrong with him for most of his life. He's wicked smart and really nice, but people don't hang out with him. He gets called 'gay' on a daily basis, although he doesn't know what that means until third grade. He gets called 'weak' when he plays sports, because he's not good at them. He spends too much time looking at the cheerleaders. But it's not because he wants them. He wants to be one of them.


40. Acceptance Shouldn't Have To Be A Virtue

Harriet was now back at home, in her bedroom. She did not have the hormones yet, as that checkup had merely been to meet her newest doctor (Endocrinologist is a mouthful.)

She didn't have her hormones yet, but she was much closer than she was before.

Harriet slowly got up from her bed and took a quick shower, plucking her eyebrows some and applying her makeup as soon as she was finished. She straightened her hair and just kind of threw on whatever didn't smell too bad in her closet, sticking her feet into some random pair of shoes. She didn't dare look at herself, except to make sure everything matched and wasn't too wrinkled or stained. She would lose her nerve if she concentrated too hard.

She wandered outside to her car, taking deep breaths.

She had a plan.

She had to work both of her jobs that afternoon, and then she would try and see her friends. Hopefully she would return home uninjured.


Since Harriet didn't see many people she knew well at The Wonderful Theater, nor did she have any coworkers she considered friends, she went through there without any problems. Her boss, though, was another story. She had asked for a different name tag, one that said her proper name. He hadn't given it to her. No, in fact, he'd given her her last paycheck and then sent her on her way.

Oh well. She got better money at the restaurant anyway.

Now that she had a free few hours, she texted Zayn and Louis what had happened. And then she asked if they would call Niall and Liam and ask them to hang out.

No, she didn't want to be their friend anymore. But she did think they needed to listen, that she needed to properly explain, and both she and Louis deserved an apology.

She waited inside the bookstore she had asked them to meet her in. Okay, yes, it was a bookstore, but she figured that would be safest. She knew that the manager of this place knew Liam's mother, and therefore they would both at least be civil to her. Short leashes are nice if you're the one holding them.

About ten minutes later, she noticed Zayn's car pull up and did her best to look back at the papers she'd brought with her. Surgery details and such, which she hadn't hardly read at all because she was so damn nervous. That incident on her date with Louis rang throughout her mind like a cell phone in the middle of a test. She couldn't ignore it.

A chair scraped just beside her, making her jump. But it was only Louis. He winked at her as she shoved her papers back inside her bag.

Zayn sat next to Liam and Niall sat on his other side, the closest to the window. She liked that. It made it seem as though her friends were barring them inside, preventing escape. Maybe it was creepy, but so was taking a video of someone's bedroom.

Zayn gave her a little encouraging nod, and Harriet began.

She explained to them, properly, what being transgender meant, what it meant to her personally, informing Liam of what had happened at the therapy place, telling them how she'd felt when she saw that video, when those guys had beat her up, and anything else Zayn or Louis had to say about what they thought. Both about accepting it, and Harriet personally.

To their credit, Niall and Liam were both quite and surprisingly respectful throughout this entire conversation. They didn't interrupt, only listened. Why, Niall only yawned once, and when he did, Louis jumped right onto him and he didn't do it again.

And finally Harriet finished with, "And to be honest, the whole video thing, that was really dumb of you both. I think Louis and I deserve an apology."

Now here is where her patience began to whither.

Liam laughed and rolled his eyes. "Yeah, no way, tranny-"

"Don't you dare." Louis growled suddenly, and she felt his arm stiffen from where it was resting comfortably against hers. "Don't you dare call her that."

Liam rolled his eyes. "You don't scare me, Fag-linson. Anyway, we're not going to apologize. Isn't taking the damn thing down enough?"

"No, it isn't." She replied, swallowing nervously. (By the way, her voice didn't sound like Harry's anymore. She had talked like her proper self for so long it felt more natural by now than her deep one.) "Look, I'm not saying we have to become friends again or anything, all I'm asking for is an apology."

"Why?! Are your little tranny feelings getting hurt?" He sneered, and she was that close to reaching across and punching him in the face before Niall spoke up.

"We're sorry, Harriet. Come on, Liam." He stood up.

Everyone was in shock. Zayn was staring up at Niall with what looked like respect. Louis had his mouth hanging open. Liam's face was getting red as he dragged himself upright too, and Harriet herself was rather touched. After the phone call, she didn't think that he would do that for her.

"Thank you, Niall." She said quietly, but he didn't stick around long enough to hear her.


Well, now she was back at home, with Louis, down in her bedroom. For once she wasn't thinking about her remaining surgeries, what she would wear tomorrow, when she could get the hormones, and everything else she still needed to worry about.


Her mind was still right now.

She was snuggled into Louis' side, her head resting on his chest. He was dozing on her bed as she lazily stroked the soft material of his T-shirt, her eyes shut. It was a good, peaceful thing. Much better than the chaos of her mind.

"Harriet?" Louis suddenly mumbled, breaking her from her thoughts.


"I hope you know that I love you."

There was a smile in her voice as she said, "I love you too."

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