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.


14. Harriet's First Working Experience

Harriet had three weeks. Three weeks to show the girl she really was before she revealed herself completely. But she decided that she needed to test other things before she dropped all these hints. They would suspect something quickly. The boys might act stupid, but Harriet knew they were all smart. They would question her and not let up until they had an accurate answer.

The Sunday before this week, she'd scoured places for jobs. Restaurants, ice cream places, 'The Wonderful Theater', everywhere. She'd only had to go through actual interviews twice, and she landed two jobs with schedules that rarely conflicted. One as a ticket counter at 'The Wonderful Theater', and another as a waitress in 'Le Restaurant Romantique'.

It was really quite lucky, and she was supposed to start the movie theater gig the following Monday, whereas she would start at the restaurant on Tuesday. She was so happy, she couldn't wait. She would earn £3.40 per hour for each, plus what she collected in tips at the eatery, and felt fortunate that she was able to start on them so quickly.

As she still lived with her parents and her father had a great job, everything she currently had was paid for. Gas money, car insurance, rent, water, lights, gas, all of it was already paid for, for her, so she had nothing to worry about other than saving up for her transition. If her parents asked, she would say she was working on money to help her after college. Hell, they had a separate college fund for her as well! She needed to look into that later, since she wasn't planning on going to school anymore after high school. Anyway.

Job Number One.

Pretty simple. She just had to stay in the little box. Three of the walls were windows, and it was easy. All she had to do was count the money given, make sure it was the right amount. She had to give the people their uninjured tickets, and change if needed, and for the rest of the time she just sat and played on her phone.

The only things she had to remember to do was put up the 'No Refunds' sign at opening time. At closing time, she put the sign away, put down the blinds, and recounted the money. It was literally that simple. And, most appealingly, since that was the way the place worked, she ended up earning herself £17 that first day instead of in a paycheck at the end of the week.

She knew it was called 'The Wonderful Theater' for a reason.

Job Number Two.

God. Her feet hurt badly by the time she got home. As she was sixteen, she had unlimited hours and had worked from the time she left school to around ten at night. And she still had homework.

Being a waitress was hard. She didn't know whether the people she was going to approach were in a good mood or a bad mood. Luckily, she quickly made friends with some of the cooks, and her food got out to her customers faster, earning her more tips. It was frightening, though, all the stuff she had to remember. She happily kept the little notepad she was required to have with her, since it helped her out so much.

The one drawback from the restaurant itself was the fact that nobody was really on the cleaning staff. Two people, exactly, and they always had their hands alarmingly full. On her break Harriet had gone back there and helped them, getting a lot more done in a much more pristine job.

She was so proud of herself. £17 on the first job and £27.20 on the second!

If the tips kept up and she just sat through more hours, she would have the money she needed quicker than she thought.

She had made herself a little chart to keep track of her money. Of course, if she found any she kept it in a secret jar, too. She'd done that for years, and had accumulated a total of £30 in there.

So. £17+£27.20+£30=74.20 was her new total.

£40,200-£74.20= £40,125 was how much she had left to go.

It looked like the universe was in her favor for her to become who she really was.

For now.

(I'm American and bad at math, so I don't know how European money works. Please let me know if anything is incorrect.)

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