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.


26. Public Outing As Her True Self? More Like Someone Shoot Me Now

It was now around February. Harriet had since started therapy. And she was still working. And school was still going on. And she still had to spend time with her friends so they didn't suspect her.

Damn, was she tired as hell.

And oh, yes. The situation with Louis.

Can you believe this?

Okay, okay, here it is....../he didn't know that it was her/!

Yeah! Exactly, right?

He had been so drunk he kept claiming that he had no memory of what had happened at all!

It was both a relief and a cause for worry, as she did still have to come out to him.

Yeah, she did still consider him her friend. He'd been drunk, and he hadn't known that it was her. And hey, at least it had been her and not some other girl that probably wouldn't have wanted to end up pregnant with Louis' kid.

But anyway.

She was only a couple of weeks into therapy, and they had given her steps that she might need to use in order to come out to her family, Liam, Niall, and Louis.

But that was not today's worry.

Today's worry was going out in public.

Not at night.

Not to a party.

In broad daylight.

Of course, she wasn't going alone. She had Zayn to come with her. She was going to be shopping, and he would be there to help protect her, just in case anything were to happen (because, let's be honest. Something was probably going to happen.)

She would be wearing that cute little white T-shirt with the words 'Have A Nice Fucking Day!' emblazoned in sparkly pink across it and a pair of black skinny jeans. She did her usual makeup tricks to help herself look less masculine.

Shoulders back, hair straightened, Adam's apple covered.

She could stand like a girl, she could walk like a girl, she was still working on talking like a girl.

She also had on women's size white sneakers to match her shirt.

She didn't have on much jewelry, besides a little necklace and a silver watch.

She had on minimal make-up. Just a few things here and there on her eyes, maybe a bit of foundation on her cheeks.

Now she just had to wait for Zayn to arrive.

She was only spending that fifty bucks she'd snuck, as she couldn't afford to spend much more than that. And even then, she might not use all of it.

Transitioning was more important to her than getting some new clothes.

So she waited downstairs in her basement, counting down the minutes until Zayn would arrive and she would begin part of the many steps for her to become who she was inside.

Finally, there was that fateful knock on her door.

She went to open it, and Zayn got his first look at someone who he knew as Harry as the person she saw herself to be.

Harriet waited shyly for him to speak, as he was silent for the first few minutes of being there as he led her outside towards his car.

And do you know what he did?

He opened the door for her, and he said these lovely words,

"Nice shirt, Harriet."

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