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.


22. The Final Preparations


The day she had been waiting for.

Preparing for.

Risking her friendships for.


The day of the party.

Where Harriet would be set free.

All day she had been a nervous wreck.

At breakfast, she hadn't said a word to anyone as she ate, and just went on to her car quickly.

At school, where she was forced to be Harry, the lads had all asked her what her costume was.

Liam was apparently going to be a wizard. (Keep in mind he would only be going to the party for the drinking and maybe a quick shag.)

Niall was going to be a clown. (Kind of sad, really, but whatever. He'd only be going to the party to get wasted, so it doesn't even matter.)

Zayn wasn't going to be in costume, at first. But eventually the others convinced him that he should at least make an effort. So he just said he'd be a vampire.

(Harriet had no concrete reason as to why Zayn was even going. He didn't usually accompany them on the party outings.)

Louis said that he was going to be a red Power Ranger. (He's five years old in his mind, bless him. But he'd be going to the party just for a good time.)

Harriet had said that they would see that evening.

She had had a small shift at the French restaurant, earning herself about twenty pounds in tips and her usual pay that she earned every day, so that was fine with her.

Harriet was in her room now, getting her costume completely ready. They were all going to meet up once they got to the house, which was apparently an old mansion that so-and-so's parents had bought, and they were out of town. So the only logical conclusion was to throw a party, of course.

Makeup? Check.

Dress on? Check.

Hair long and free of curls? Check.

No Adam's apple? Check.

Nails painted? Check.

Body hair-free? Check.

Dress on /right/? Check.

Hips realistic? Check.

Boobs alright? Check.

Let's go.

She smiled confidentially at her reflection in the mirror before she shut her closet door, grabbing her keys. She had a pocket on the inside of the dress that would let her hide the keys, so nobody could take them or something. She swung her hips lightly as she walked, her shoulders pushed back. Everything about her looked confident, but on the inside she was a shaking, quivering mess.

They had all agreed that they would meet at the party, so Harriet would be driving alone. It only made her more nervous. She walked out of the basement, encountering none of her family on the way out the front door.


She went and got into her car, hurrying and backing out before she could lose her nerve.

She was going to do this.

It had to happen sometime.

This was her time now.

With those thoughts pounding in her head, she began to practice her girl voice as she drove on and on through the growing darkness, about to meet her fate full-on.

There was no going back now.

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