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.


39. So Close

Harriet slammed her foot down on the brake pedal, unbuckling her seatbelt. She set the car into park, shoved her keys into her back pocket, and jumped out of the car. She rushed towards the therapy place as quickly as her feet could carry her.

With each pound of her heart she could hear that word running through her mind.

'Letter. Letter. Letter.'

Today was the day.

As the cliche goes, "It was the first day of the rest of her life."

As soon as she got that letter in her hands, she could begin.

Her therapist would refer her to an endocrinologist. The endocrinologist would evaluate her health, do some lab work, discuss options and expectations with her, to start. And then they would prescribe hormone replacement therapy and continue to see her on a normal basis to evaluate her progress and check hormone levels.

They would have to check up on her regularly, because this would have to be very closely monitored until she could keep the levels normal all on her own.

She would get all of her surgeries finished as soon as that year was up.

Harriet pushed the glass door open with a huge smile on her face. She practically /skipped/ towards the reception desk.

"Hello, Harry." The lady smiled at her, and Harriet's good mood faltered a tiny bit. But she glanced at the glass pane between her and the lady and completely understood what the problem was.

Niall was in the seat behind her.

Harriet's spine fused as she felt and saw his eyes on her form. She kept her eyes away from the glass now, instead focusing on the lady.

"Hello. I'm here for my letter." She said, with as much casualness as she could force into her tone.

"Ah, yes. Your doctor will see you in just a few moments. Take a seat." The lady gestured. Harriet turned and looked around desperately, but the only seat left was the one right next to her blond former friend. She sank next to him, biting her lip very hard.

Niall appeared to not even notice that she was there. He was playing some stupid game on his phone.

She and Niall had to wait for what seemed like forever. Every person left the waiting room and came out. Some people had pill bottles, some people looked upset, some looked relieved or happy. It was so interesting to Harriet how people could affected by something like this. She wondered what had happened. Had that woman been told she couldn't give birth? Had that man been told there was something to save his life? The possibilities were endless.

Finally, finally, Niall's mother came out of the room, and Niall slowly stood up.

"Harry! What a nice surprise!" Niall's mother smiled at her, and she nervously smiled back. Niall's head swiveled over and he dropped his phone.


"Harriet Styles?" The woman that led her from the waiting room and to the therapy room spoke up. Harriet stood.

"It's Harriet now, Ms. Horan." She sent her most brilliant smile she had and stood up. She smirked at her former friend, seeing his jaw had fallen open.

"You'll catch flies, honey. Close it up." Harriet gently patted Niall's cheek, and he recoiled as if a leper had touched him. She would let nothing stop her good mood. Not today. She strode past the two and went into the hall.

She wondered if they could hear her laughing.


Harriet walked out of the therapy building about twenty minutes later. She pulled her keys out of her back pocket, slipping inside her car. She turned the engine on and pulled away, driving towards the endocrinologist's place.

Her letter was laying on her lap.


Now. Harriet was extremely excited and proud of herself. She was done with that therapy place. They had found her an endocrinologist out of Holmes Chapel. She could leave.

She and Louis could leave together.

She knows she keeps saying it, but she really only had a few things left.

Getting the hormones. Graduation. The year as the woman. Her five surgeries.

And then she could finally appear to be who she really was.

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