Mr. Harry Styles

11 The day after

It was as if I was thrown back in time. Okay, it had only been a little over six months ago, but it felt like yesterday. The difference was in Harry's body, but I got used to it quickly. Before me was a woman, not a man, but it was still the same person. Harry was little changed. He said things he normally never said before and he was more a woman when he moved around the body. In a way, I wanted to just laugh and ask him to act normal, but I sensed that those words had only hurt him. After breakfast, it was he who cleaned away all the dishes and food. I chose to take a shower and I chose to try to collect the last of the old time. I was shattered. I loved Harry, yes, I really loved him, but the new Harry wasn't like that Harry I once knew.

I stood naked in front of the closet and I really did chose clothes. I felt the eyes in my neck and spun around. Harry stood at the door and was leaned easily against the wall. He smiled and he looked at me as if I were a cake that he would eat.

"You're sexy."

I frowned and I quickly took on my boxers.

"Stop Harry." I sounded more angry against what was meant. He laughed a little, but I sensed that he sensed my hesitation.

"So one day with me?" he continued cheerfully. "How about helping me find some clothes?"

I gave him a quick glance. Women's Clothing? Yes, that was what he wanted?

"Are you serious?"

Harry nodded and cocked his head. He continued to look at me as if I were a work of art.

"You have to get used to it, Niall." he whispered hoarsely. "You can't even hide the fact that you feel some resistance to me."

I wanted to be honest. Yes, I earned nothing at lying.

"I miss the old Harry." I swallowed and took on that pair of pants. "I miss the man I fell in love with."

He seemed to understand.

"I know, but he's still here. The only difference's my body."

I quickly looked at him before I got in my legs into the pants and pulled them up.

"No, you move as if you were a girl and I'm not used to that." and that was the truth. "You're changing in all things as you do, but still you are the the same man."

Harry walked up to me with a sigh. He stood behind me and quickly took his hands over my hairy chest. I felt his chin on my shoulder.

"Niall, there's only one and it's you. I'm an idiot who didn't understand that before, but the truth is that you make me whole."

I frowned and felt his hands caressed my breasts.

"So I'll just take you back?"

He kissed my neck lightly.

"No, you really need to know that this is what you want to do." muffled voice. "I require nothing from you, not until you tell me that you really want me, as I am now and as I will be when the last operation is finished."

I turned around and I looked straight into his green eyes. I trusted him, but I was ready for this relationship?

"You offended me and you did really hurt me."

He nodded. Quickly he caught up my face between his hands.

"I know." He smiled faintly. "And I hurt myself."

I snorted.

"It's not the same. It was you who was with a man in your bed, and as..."

He put his fingers over my lips.