Mr. Harry Styles

14 After

It felt so different. Anne and I took out a whole day at the hospital and none of us wanted to leave the house until we knew that Harry was okay. We got hospital food and we drank coffee from a machine. I must admit that I missed real food more than ever, but at the same time, I was too nervous to even think about food in that way. It felt like an eternity before we found out that Harry was okay, that the operation had gone exactly as planned.

"You can't see him today, but tomorrow as he got breakfast after nine or so, you're welcome to the department at the hospital."

I didn't chose to be a burden to Anne, so I took the bus home. She neither offered to drive me home or seemed to want to do so. I didn't want to become an enemy to her because of such simple thing as that. 

When I came home I lay down on the couch and the only thing I had in my head was Harry's mom. I sensed that she felt that Harry was her little cute daughter (or son) and that she had the plan to be Harry's best friend, or something similar. Me my self, I couldn't see Harry to be such a person, because he was, after all, a person with a strong will.

In the morning I awoke to my phone as rang. I had slept on the couch, with my clothes on, all night, and I quickly realized that my back hurt. I managed to sit up and quickly I caught up the mobile phone.

"Hello, darling!"

Harry's voice made me wake up. Yes, it was as if he did caught up my mind and I couldn't express how grateful I was that he got in touch with me.

"How is it?"

He laughed a little tired.

"I guess I feel alright. I have pain down there and I feel feverish, but the doctor said it's a normal reaction."

I leaned back against the couch.

"He said it went as expected?"

Harry moaned a little. I assumed he sat up.

"Yes, they say they did a good job with me and that it's now up to me."

I smiled big. Yes, I included myself in that.  I would make sure that Harry healed down there, and that he took care of his new body. There was no hesitation from my part.

"You're a woman now."

Harry laughed a little bit.

"I know, and it feels wonderful." He cleared his throat a little. "And Niall, I'm thinking of a name. I mean, a woman can't be called Harry?"

I frowned. I hadn't thought about that. I swallowed.

"You mean you want to change your name?"

He seemed to take a deep breath.

"Yes, I don't want to be an odd woman with a man's name."

I understood him. Okay, that with a name was important. Before I could say anything, he continued.

"Diana?" He cleared his throat a little. "I mean, I'm thinking about the name Diana."

I smiled a little bit. For me, he would always be Harry, but if he wanted a different name, then it was okay for me.

"Sounds wonderful."

He laughed a little, like a woman who giggled.

"Are you serious?"

I smiled.

"Yes Harry, I think that Diana's a good name." but at the same time I wanted to be honest. "But is it okay if I call you Harry? It's not odd that a man finds a nickname for his woman?"