Transgender {Larry Stylinson AU}

Chapter 2

Harry's Pov

It's the device that probably makes the most annoying sound in the world that wakes me up: My alarm clock. Anxiety hits at soon as I sit up and realise that the holiday is over. Today's the first day at my new school, as a guy, and well, I'm scared. Actually, I'm absolutely terrified. First of all, I don't want anyone to find out. Second, due the former bullying I'm simply afraid that I'll do something wrong that will cause for it to happen again.

I look to the right and face the mirror. My curls are standing out to all sides, I look a bit pale and well, tired. I stayed up quite late last night with Gemma to install stuff on my new laptop. I still can't believe all the stuff they've gotten me. I could've left all my stuff home because well, I've got a whole new room with all kinds of new stuff here. It's nice, to completely start over again.

I force myself up from the bed and walk over to my closet. My clothes are probably the only things that aren't new, but Gemma made clear we will make a chance in that next weekend. You see, most people, when they're depressed, don't really care about anything. At some point, you stop caring about your looks, about the things you have to do or the things that are expected of you. I remember my grades dropping and me wearing the same clothes for days while sleeping in them as well because I was just too damn tired to actually change them. Disgusting.. Looking back at it now, that's how I think of it, but back then I didn't care. However, in the time I was depressed I never really bought clothing and well, I grew a bit, plus, probably shouldn't walk around in band shirts of bands I'm no longer fan off. I will still have to deal with them this week though.

So, I grab some jeans, a black t-shirt and some old sneakers before turning away from the mirror to put on my binder. Lucky for me, surgery is scheduled within a couple of months. I don't have a big chest so I look rather flat even without a binder yet still wear it (despite the fact I absolutely hate it). I dress myself and walk into the bathroom to do my hair and then walk back into my room to put the right books in my bag which arrived earlier than I did.

"Harry!" It's Gemma that walks in a couple of minutes later after knocking. "I'll drive you to school today, yeah?" "Why? I can walk." "Sure, but it's your first day and you don't have your drivers license yet or any friends to drive you so I'm going to be a good sister. I won't take no for an answer. Also, breakfast is ready." She said before rushing out as fast as she came in. I chuckled and stood up throwing his bag over his shoulder. I then grabbed my new phone and followed Gemma downstairs as I put my bag down and settled down in the kitchen. "Goodmorning." His uncle stated as I smiled after taking a bite from his sandwich on purpose. "Morning." I mumbled. "Disgusting." Gemma snorted as I put my tongue out. It was somewhat strange to have a morning like this. Normally I'd be too sick to eat, afraid to go to school knowing his bullies would be waiting as meanwhile he would try to avoid his mom.

"So, are you looking forward to your first day of school?" His uncle asked him. I nodded. In a way I was, despite the fact I was scared. Maybe it was normal to be scared. Wasn't everyone at least a little bit nervous on their first day at a new school where most people had already known each other for years. I would start my senior year here after all. "Yeah.. It's scary though." I admitted. His therapist had advised him to be more open about his feelings and well, I was trying.

"You'll be just fine." Gemma said. "I know some seniors. They're nice people. Zack, one of my friends, is going to look after you today." "Wait, you got someone to babysit me?" I asked in disbelief. "I did not!" Gemma argued. "I just want to make sure you can find everything and stuff, seeing the principal is around today." I puff my cheeks. "Thanks." "You're very welcome baby brother." Gemma teased. "Now finish that sandwich and get your ass in my car, I don't wanna be late."

About 20 minutes later Gemma introduced me to a long pale guy with black hair. Zack's grey eyes looked down at me as he smiled. "It's a pleasure to meet you Harry. Gemma told me all about you. I'll keep an eye on you if you need me too." He chuckled. As we walked around the school after Gemma left Zack seemed to notice I was rather nervous and kept the conversation going, which was nice. It turned out he was quite active when it came to the school. He led two clubs. He was the head of the art club and captain of the soccer club. I quietly listened to everything he goes on about. "This is your locker." He eventually states as he stops walking, handing me the key. "All there's left to do is pick up your schedule at the front desk and then I'll drop you off at class. If you want I can give you my number in case you have a question or need some help?" He asked, which took me by surprise. I never exchanged numbers with anyone before...

"Sure." I answered, handing him my phone. "There you go." He said after typing rather quickly, giving it back. "Just send me a text with your name later and I'll add you to my contacts too." I nodded and followed him to the front desk where we got my schedule as he then lead me to my first class: History. "You seem nervous." He noted looking at me. "I am.." "It's not easy, starting at a new school. Just come to me if anyone or anything is bothering you." He told me. I couldn't help but smile weakly. It was nice to know someone had my back.

Zack knocked on the door and opened it slowly. Of course, all the eyes turned into our direction. "Mister Lockwood." Zack said, stepping aside revealing me. "This is Harry Styles. He will be part of this class from now on." Secretly, I was happy I wouldn't have to introduce myself anyone. "Very well." The teacher said. "Come on in. There's a free seat in the back." I nodded and silently walked there sitting down next to the window next to a guy with blonde hair. "Hi, I'm Niall." He instantly stated, his blue eyes inspecting me. "Harry." I said, biting my lip while grabbing my book. "You need to be at page 4. We just started reading paragraph two." He told me. "Thanks." I opened my book and switched to the right page as I started reading, trying to ignore the people that were still looking at me.

Niall proved to be nice throughout the hour and walked me to his next class because well, he was in it too. "Be aware, the math teacher is just horrible." He laughed. He was quite a talk active person and I liked it, because I could remain silent and didn't have to talk much. "It's a nice class though. You'll get to meet my friends Liam and Louis." He told me. I smiled, nodded and followed him inside the classroom.

That was the first time green met blue.

I might switch to 3rd person for the next chapter. Let me know what you guys think of this chapter! ( :