Mr. Harry Styles

21 Diana and Harry

After the disco all went back to Eleanor's house again. I was tired but I chose to follow. I wanted to be by Diana's side and I didn't want her friends to think I was a wimp. We landed on a couch and Diana held my hand tightly. They played music and I was happy that they chose a lower level against at the disco. I got a glass in my hand, and I looked up at drunken people trying to have fun. I was happy that Diana didn't leave my side, and it felt as if it was okay to stay, as long as she was next to me.

"Do you miss Harry?"

Diana asked that  quite apropos of nothing. I got big eyes and turned my head and looked straight at her. I wanted to say yes, but at the same time, it would be better with a no. She seemed to understand my hesitation.

"It's okay Niall, if you miss my old me." she whispered kindly. "Just say yes and maybe we can work it out somehow."

I swallowed.

"You're not Harry and you are now Diana. We have moved on?"

She shook her head.

"No, I'm still a little Harry but very much Diana. If you miss some things I can make sure that you sometimes can experience Harry."

I understood nothing of what she said.

"But you're not Harry?"

She laughed and pulled a hand through her hair.

"Maybe I can plan a surprise?"

I frowned.

"Are you going to operate back your dick or what?"

Yes, I sounded like a bad boyfriend, but I didn't understand what she was talking about. Diana laughed.

"No thanks, I'm happy with my new body." she looked straight at me. "But I can give you some Harry sometimes?"

I sensed that there was no point in questioning her. If she had a plan, then I couldn't stop it.

"Okay, if you feel good about it?"

She giggled.

"I'm happy with what I have, but I can make sure that you will be satisfied in the same way?"

I snorted.

"Sure, if you think you can do it, so test me."

She liked the challenge.

"Great..."

I snorted again.

"Great?"

Diana laughed and kissed my cheek lightly. She was really in a good mood.

"Niall, you wont be disappointed."

****

I have no idea what Diana planned. For a few days she was out shopping things, but she never showed up what she bought. She was often in the bedroom, and I knew that this was beyond what I could understand. Self, I chose to help to clean the house, I was working when I could and I tried to fit into the new life.

It was late afternoon when I found a old photo albums. I was seated on the couch with the album in my lap. There were photos of Harry's childhood. I saw a dark-haired little boy with fearful eyes, and with a life that I didn't know anything about. In some photos he had taken on Anne's clothes, and he proudly showed off his small body. I received a weak smile. I understood what Gemma had talked about. Harry had never got to be himself and he was a scared little person. A side of me wanted to cry over that. I knew that Diana had got a tough childhood, but not because of the family. She had grown up in the idea that she was a guy, but at the same time she was a girl. Maybe everything could have been different if Anne had known that before, and let her be a girl, even as a kid?