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.


35. Calls

So Harriet was crying by now, that wasn't even an option for her not to. She rifled through the comments as well.

So many 'Fag's and 'Holy fuck's and 'Oh my God why is Harry dressed up as a girl?''s.

It made her want to throw the laptop across the room and run away to Mexico so she could change her name and start a new life.

Okay, so maybe it wasn't that bad, but it was still pretty fucking bad.

She went through a lot of the shares, too, and it was enough to confirm that basically everyone in the town had seen it. She didn't look through the likes, because what kind of person would like this? No one in this town would support her. No one except the people she had personally told.

But what really hurt her was the fact that the video had been posted a week ago. Which meant only one thing.

Louis had seen it.

Louis had seen this video.






Why the hell didn't he tell her!?

She had to wait a half hour after she had seen the video, for them all to be out of school so she could have a word with her so called 'friends' and 'boyfriend'. All she did to pass the time was watch other videos. Funny ones. Just to try and relax herself, as well.

Finally, the little clock shone and she hurriedly went through her contacts.

The first name she landed on was Liam's, and she pressed call.

So maybe she had to call him an additional ten times before he would actually answer her. It didn't matter. She would not let this one go, not like she'd let the conversation at the diner go and that stupid party go. No way in hell.

Finally, finally, he picked up.

"You better have a good fucking reason to call me, FAGGOT."

It felt like a slap in the face. But at the same time, it was one she needed.

"Don't you fucking dare call me that. What the hell is wrong with you? Posting shit like that?"

"I felt like everyone should know about you and your disgusting ways with Tomlinson."

"Bullshit. Just because you don't understand something doesn't make it disgusting, asshole. And why the hell would look through my own bedroom window to get that sort of shit? Are you some kind of creepy ass stalker? The Bible rejects rapists too, Liam!"

"I'm not a rapist, fag!"

"Then why were you being so fucking creepy?"

"I was trying to prove a point to Niall! He kept saying that you and Fag Number Two weren't gay!"

"And we're not gay!"

Liam scoffed into the phone. "Nice try, queer. It's all in that video."

"No, you don't understand. We're not gay because I'm a girl!"

And now there was laughter in the phone. She tried to shout over it.


She shook her head, very disappointed, as she scrolled down to find Niall's number as well. She called him. He answered after only two rings, which was a bit odd.

"Hi Harriet." His voice was smug, and when she heard her name from his mouth her blood ran very, very cold.

"Hello Niall." She made her voice very pleasant by contrast. "May I ask what the hell is wrong with you?"

This conversation went on in much the same fashion that Liam's had, except Niall swore more and they eventually reached an agreement. He said he would take the video down as long as he never saw anything between her and Louis again.

That was fine. She could keep it away from him.

But if he didn't take the video down, she would get Louis and come to Niall's house for a threesome.

So they were at least getting somewhere.

She called Zayn, who didn't answer for the first six calls. When he finally did, and she asked him about the video, he sounded completely surprised. He said that he and his family had been away, since his grandfather was sick. So she told him to go on Niall's page when he had the chance, not really wanting to explain anything.

Which left only Louis, but she didn't bother to call him. He'd just knocked on her door.

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