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.


34. Outed

Okay, so maybe the electrolysis had taken much longer than any of them had expected. Maybe Harriet had to miss a couple more days from school. But finally, finally, when she had shaken the doctor's hand and left for the last time, she was happy.

Of course, if any hair came back they would have to meet again, costing less money this time. The doctor had said that if anything came up, it was probably her fault. So there was that.

Plus, not having as much hair to worry about was /wonderful/.

She gave Gemma her old shaving cream as a present since she didn't need it anymore, happily tossing away her razor for the last time. She celebrated her newly hairless skin by putting on her favorite lotion and her smoothest pajamas so she could just relax.

She was talking to Louis on her phone-texting as he was in school and this was her last day off-and surfing the web on her laptop. Mainly Twitter and Facebook, but whatever.

Her room had changed since they knew about her now.

She had moved her mirror into the bathroom by now. The walls were painted a light, princess-y pink. Her furniture was white now, since it matched. She had up more pictures of other transwomen and some of her friends. Still other pictures were of her and Louis, both with her like normal and the disguise. She'd also taken to pinning up some of her achievements and stuff. Like good report cards, old awards, etc. She was trying to make herself feel a bit better about herself.

Even if the stuff didn't have her name on it, it was nice to see.

She still had up music posters, and a whole bookshelf shelf dedicated to CD cases. The rest held books. Either actual books, books for school, comic books, books she'd made, or other papers in files. They were all there. It had a very organized feel to it now. It was nice.

But anyway.

Here, she saw that she had lost a lot of friends on Facebook. And followers on Twitter.

How odd.

She looked into it more.

Nothing was posted on Twitter. Her mum, Gemma, and Louis she knew would never post anything incriminating against her. They cared about her too much for that.

Nothing on Facebook either. She checked Zayn's page. Nothing. His last status was the week of the party.

Nothing on Liam's. His last status simply read, 'Disgusting.'


She went to Niall's page.

There was a link to video. She clicked it.

At first, it was fuzzy. She could hear muttering. Niall and Liam's voices.

And then she saw the window to her own basement.

She leaned forward now, enlarging the video so it filled up the entire screen. What the fuck was going on here?

And then, her stomach squeezed itself in fear as her heart sank down to the bottoms of her feet.

It was a video.

Of that time when she and Louis had been making out.

You could clearly see her. Her face. It was obvious she had on that skirt and her pink shirt. And everyone knew Louis.

She watched Louis lay her screen persona on her own bed.

She heard Liam mutter, "Faggots."

The video interrupted long enough for Niall to snap a picture, and then it went on with Louis moving his hips really fast, like he was fucking her. The last few seconds of the video featured a small sound from Liam, which sounded like gagging. Niall just said, "The fuck is wrong with those two?"

There, underneath the video, was no caption. It just gave tags to her and Louis' profiles.

But that wasn't even the worst thing.

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