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.


11. The Start Of Something Good...Maybe?

Unfortunately, today was a school day, so Harriet had to go.

She hated school.

She knows what you're thinking. She only hates it because every other teenager like her despises high school. And although it was a shithole, try hiding what she did in a town like this.

There were your typical cliques. Jocks, cheerleaders, nerds, outcasts, druggies. Everyone knew their places.

Almost all of the kids were born and bred church-goers, besides the druggies. Good little girls and boys, that didn't have sex, that had had straight-As since first grade, that had proud parents supporting every decision they made.

By day.

At night, during the parties that Harriet rarely went to, all hell broke loose. Even the nerds joined in the fun. It was almost always in a remote location, like an abandoned building or a clearing, that the party took place. Booze, shitty music, girls hanging onto guys like moths drawn to a flame, guys banging every girl twice. There were so many stories of all these parties, and none ever leaked out to the adults unless somebody needed revenge on someone else.

Harriet hated those parties.

She hated them with the fiery passion one usually saves for other matters.

She disliked the fact that they were full of stupid, brain-dead boys that were only interested in the girls by the size of their tits or how wet they could make their pussies.

She absolutely raged against the fact that these girls let the boys do that, and worse.

And what made it a thousand times worse?

Louis fucking loved those fucking things.

She knew as soon as she arrived at school that a party would be going on, just by the sheer nature of how everyone was acting. The nerds were more fidgety than usual, and the outcasts were meeting up with one another, meaning that they were planning a way to get in. The jocks and cheerleaders acted normal, so the teachers wouldn't suspect anything.

Harriet padded into her first period Science class, where Louis and the other four were waiting on her. They shared almost all of their classes with at least one other, except for their electives. Louis had drama, Zayn had a piano thing, Niall had football (he was the stand-in captain when Louis had drama), and Liam had an extra credit workshop. Harriet had study hall, which meant she could leave an hour earlier every day if she wanted to.

They were allowed three to a table, so of course Liam, Niall, and Zayn were together, leaving Louis and Harriet a table for themselves.

Harriet sat down, and Louis didn't even have to speak. All he did was hold up five invitations for a Halloween party three weeks from then.

Harriet groaned. "Do I have to?" She whined.

"Aw, come on, Haz." Louis pouted. "It's just one party. You need to get out more, all you do is spend time in your basement."

The other three laughed, and Harriet bristled. But before she could retort, Louis had given her hope.

"And, it's a costume party, so you better make damn sure that I don't recognize you!" Louis winked at her and before Harriet could answer the sharp 'zing!' of the bell sounded. Class had started. Everyone ceased talking and faced forward.

Mentally, Harriet was cheering and freaking the fuck out at the same time.

She could pass. Luna had told her she could.


That was it.

She would ask her what to do about all this.

But three weeks.

She had three weeks to prepare two things.

Her costume.

And her clues to the other boys.

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