"Done!" Gemma breathed as she flopped on Harry's newly made bed. Harry giggled. "Thanks for helping me move in Gems." He said as he laid next to his sister. "No problem," Gemma ruffled his curls, "it's what sisters are for, yeah?" He nodded, nervously running his hand on the pink fabric. "I know you're scared for your first day of Uni," she sat up to look at him, "it's not high-school. Okay? You'll be okay." "But what if-" "No, Harry I promise you'll be okay. You may have your own place now but Mum and I are just a call away." "Thanks Gem." He sighed. She stood up and gathered her belongings. "Alright Haz, I gotta go, it's an hour drive back," she kissed his head," call me and let me know how it goes, yeah?" "Will do, bye Gem." Harry let out an exhausted sigh when he heard the front door shut. Harry laid there, his thoughts taking over. Gemma is right. It's not high school. It's a new start, where no one knows me. Harry Styles: "the freak", "the cross-dressing fag", "the man-woman". I won't be called these again. No one can know, no one will know. He soon fell asleep with anxiety heavy in his stomach and his mind with a million different thoughts.
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Harry woke up to the sound of his alarm at 6am the next day. His eyes fluttered open looking around at his bright bedroom with a mix of white and pink splattered everywhere. He groaned, dramatically throwing an arm over his eyes. I could just NOT go, right? He thought right before his second alarm went off. Harry stood up and raised his arms in defeat. "Okay! Okay! I'm up!" He grabbed his phone and made his way into the bathroom. He stripped his clothes and ran a hot bath. He eyed his various bubble baths when he got a text from Gemma:
From: Gems 💎❤️
Good luck Haz!
Harry giggle before sending back a quick thanks. He grabbed a strawberry bubble bath and squirted some into the tub. I just have to dress like a dude, doesn't mean I have to smell like one. He took his bath and wrapped a towel around his waist. Harry went to his closet and dug until he found it. A cardboard box with Boy Clothes written in sharpie on the side. He sighed as flopped to the floor and opened to box. "Ew." He mumbled to himself. He put on a hoodie and jeans. Harry stared at himself in the mirror with tears threatening to spill from his eyes. He quickly wiped them away when his alarm to leave on his phone went off. He grabbed his bag, about to leave when he spotted a familiar pink tube laying on his vanity. He hesitantly picked up the bubblegum chapstick and stuck it in his bag. It's not like I'm going to kiss anyone. Harry locked his apartment and made his way to the dreaded school.
(This was kinda a short chapter, but the next one will be longer. What do u guys think? Thanks loves, -k💕)
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Bubble Gum Chapstick 🍬 (l.s.)
Fanfiction"You taste like bubble gum, my love." - Or, Harry isn't your typically boy, he lives in a world of pink and femininity. After relentless bullying from kids in high school, he's determined to keep his true self hidden away at University. His plan wa...
