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.


29. Not Over Yet

Harriet was woken later on, her worried family at her side. She was lying on the family couch in the living room. She glanced down.

She still had the shirt with the pink words on it.

She glanced up. Her parents were both watching her. Gemma was on her phone.

Harriet gave a small cough.

"Sweetie? Are you alright?" Her mum sat up immediately and tried to put her hand on Harriet's cheek, but before she could her father slapped her hand down.

Silence fell.

Harriet's mother looked shocked, as Harriet knew she must look. Her father had never hit anyone. Not her mother, not her, not Gemma, not even one of their annoying little cousins. And yet he'd just hit her.

He seemed not to have realized it. He was staring at Harriet. But how? Was it with anger? Envy? Hatred?

No. It was worse.

It was disgust.

Harriet's heart jumped to her throat. No. No God no please no.

"Dad?" She squeaked, clearly terrified. She'd never expected that. She didn't even want to come out to her father. Ever.

She was not nearly in the same boat as Luna had been with her father, but it was pretty close. He usually wasn't even there, what with his job. But now that Harriet had just been on the verge of coming out he had to be home?

Obviously, she had no luck.

People were always calling her out on how she couldn't pass.

At the party. At the mall today.

Imagine if she showed up at Liam or Niall's house like this. Imagine if she showed up at her workplaces like this.

She was losing all hope as her father looked at her like that.

"Get out."

Those two words seemed to set off a bomb.

Harriet was near tears. Gemma had snapped her head up, putting her phone away. Harriet's mum was on her feet and already shouting that, "Harry is /not/ leaving, he is /not/ getting out, and if I /ever/ hear you say something like that again then I'm filing for divorce!"

Harriet really started to cry now. She knew it wasn't a good time-obviously-but no, she had to just fucking cry.

But before she could start with the actual sobbing, Harriet heard her dad laughing.

Harriet heard her dad laughing.

Heard her dad laughing.

Her dad.


At her.

Harriet jumped off the couch and ran down to the basement, locking all of the locks and turning out all of the lights. She tried to call Luna, she tried Terri-Lynn's number (which she'd gotten a while ago), she tried Zayn, Liam, Niall, and Louis.

Nobody picked up except Louis.

He had hardly finished saying hello when she started.

"Come get me. Please. Emergency. Park out of sight, I'll be waiting. Don't take any longer than five minutes or I'm chopping your dick off and making you eat it." And with that she hung up.

It only took her four minutes to take off her makeup and change, attempting to make herself look just like she always looked when Louis saw her. She grabbed her phone, her wallet, pretty much everything she might need just in case. She made sure her treasure chest was locked with everything safely tucked away. She tucked her laptop in there as well. Just in case.

Someone was pounding on her door. She ignored them.

She shimmed out of the basement window and stole her way down towards the street, waiting exactly where she'd told Louis to meet her, her straightened locks blowing in the wind.

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