Transgender {Larry Stylinson AU}

Chapter 1

Harry's Pov

"Here we are buddy." My uncle, John, chuckled as he parked the car in front of the familiar house. I spend a lot of summers here in Doncaster, always enjoying them, and now I'm actually going to live here.

A lot has happened over the past months. Or well, over a longer time period but especially over the past couple of months. You see, the reason why I'm going to live with my uncle is because I can't exactly stay at home any longer.

I'm transgender, female to male to be exact and my mom won't have any of it. Ever since I came out to her she won't even look at me anymore. All she does is telling me how much of a disgrace I am and that combined with the bullying at school and the dysphoria caused me to get depressed which caused me to start cutting and eventually I tried to commit suicide, which happened exactly 6 months ago.

My uncle found me short after I tried to cut my wrists. I would have done it a day earlier if I had known he'd come around, but of course my mom didn't tell me. Anyways.. He basically found out about everything once I came back to senses and actually managed to communicate. Mom forbid me to talk about me being trans to anyone else after I came out to her, however, I couldn't hold it anymore and spilled anyways.

My uncle was, unlike my mom, very supportive, telling me he'd always known. Gemma, my older sister, who already lived with my uncle since it was closer to college, accepted it as well, which was a relief.

My uncle decided straight away that I would come to live with them after I got out of the clinic. I knew I had to go there. My cutting had gotten completely out of control and well, I was suicidal. As I went there he also made sure I was allowed to see a gender therapist. We talked three times a week. I told him about everything. How I've always felt different.

All Transgender cases are different. Some know from a early age, which wasn't my case. I've always known I was different, but was okay with wearing makeup and a dress. Yet the older I guess, the more I began to sense something wasn't quite right. For example, I didn't like it when the label girl or woman was associated with me. I didn't like my girly figure or people seeing me as a girl. For example, I think makeup is awesome. I like fooling around with, I'm just not comfortable going outside with it on my face because in the society we live in, it's a girls thing.

I found out about the existence of Transgenders when I was 15. I looked up more and more about it as the doubting started. The subject wouldn't let go of me. Was a gender-queer? Which basically means a gender-neutral person. I mean, I like both boyish and girly things so it was a possibility. Maybe I was gay? Some lesbians are quite manly. No, I was sure I liked guys. Maybe I was a tomboy, but that still meant woman and it just wasn't right.

Bit my bit I started to figure out that I was meant to be a boy, so I told my mom. I tried to explain it to her, but she wouldn't have any of it. I cut my hair off anyways and started to dress more manly which didn't go unnoticed on school. I've always been the guy to barely ever talk as I was mainly the victim of stupid jokes which only got worse after I changed my appearance.

Eventually everything became to much as the razor became my best friend. After my dad left when I was 13 I tried it a couple of times, but stopped when I noticed that the lines I created actually left a scar. However, this time I didn't really care and well, three months ago I reached my limit.

Life is better now though.

I started male hormones about four months ago. Normally these things don't go so fast, but my therapist knew despite the depression and problems that I was ready and making the right decision. Why? He went through the same thing and back then he wasn't allowed to start the whole thing which caused him to sink away deeper and deeper. Just like me, he thought starting this now would probably help me beat depression faster. Why? Because I would be able to start becoming myself and that would cause me to be less insecure and more comfortable with myself.

"Oi Harry, you're going to help me with those bags?" I chuckle and look up at my uncle. Yep, I really have to stop daydreaming. "Sorry." I mumble, getting out of the car. Yeah, I'm no longer Hannah. I'm Harry now and fuck yeah.. That feels damn good.

I have yet to get my suitcase out of the car before the door of the house opens, Gemma storming outside like she's trying to escape a pack of wolves. "Han- Harry!" She squealed soon enough pulling me into a hug. "Sorry little brother, I still have yet to get used to your new name, so forgive me if I make a couple of mistakes along the way." I just chuckle, seeing I'm not mad at her. "Doesn't matter." She smirks and eyes me, making me frown. "Look at you looking all manly now. Damn that voice Harry. This makes getting used to it much easier." Right, I haven't seen her in three months to be exact and the hormones do their work quite well.

Of course it doesn't completely change you over night, but my voice definitely is lower then it was before and my jaw got a little sharper. My arms and legs became a bit more hairy already. Those are the small things I enjoy a lot.

Because every small thing is a little bit of me.

I'm glad Gemma sees much difference. I mean, it all looks different for me because I see myself everyday.

She grabbed one of my bags and carried it inside. Tomorrow my uncle would go get the boxes. It's a lot of stuff. I mean, I'm actually completely moving and taking all the stuff I have. I feel bad for leaving my mom behind, but I guess she doesn't care, so I try not to care either.

We carry the stuff I took along no wand eventually settle in the living room with a cup of tea and some cookies. It's quite funny that me and Gemma always used to look forward to this in the holidays and now we can have it everyday.

"So, how do you feel about starting school tomorrow little bro?" Gemma asks me with a grin. Honestly, I'm quite anxious about going back to school. I don't plan about telling anyone about what's actually going on. My therapist managed to get my name officially along with my gender so I could start over with at least a complication less.

It was my goal though, to be back before school started. In some way I'm really looking forward to it yet on the other hand I'm quite scared.

"I don't know.." I mumble, shrugging weakly while sipping my tea causing me to nearly spill it. Yeah, I'm quite clumsy sometimes. "I can't wait any longer. Can I please just spoil he- him?" Gemma questioned making me frown as I look at my uncle.

"Fine. See.. Me and Gemma both bought you a present because we're proud that you finally told us and that despite everything that has happened, you're still willing and have the courage to make a new start and well.. With a new start comes new stuff." He told me as Gemma dumpes a small wrapped box on my lap.

I slowly grab it and take the paper off seeing a brand new Iphone 5 as my eyes nearly bulge out. "I know the Iphone 6 just came out and all, but you kept talking about saving money for this one despite the other one coming out, so yeah.. Bought you that Apple Freak." Yeah.. I pretty much prefer Apple over every other brand. I don't really know why. I just do.

Then my uncle grabs a bigger wrapped box. "Careful." He tells me as he hands it over. I slowly unwrap the paper only to look at a Macbook and can't help it but squeal. "You might check if it's actually inside at first before you get excited." He smirks. "Thank you so much.. both of you." I whine pulling them into a group hug.

"You have yet to see your room." Gemma tells me. I frown as she pulls me up and walks upstairs with me. The house is so big really.. Me and Gemma used to sleep in the same room in the holidaysbecause it kinda scared us. Yeah, we are quite close and very protective of each other.

I hear my uncle follow us as she stands in front of the door of the big room we used to sleep. "HARRY" is painted on the door as the opens it. I can't believe my eyes when I see what's inside. The room looks absolutely gorgeous. The walls are just white. The furniture are new, modern and just awesome. "We decided to keep the walls white so you can draw on them if you wanted too." Gemma tells me as we walk inside. Once again I pull them in for a hug.

"Thank you so much.." I breathe.

I really feel like I can start over completely. Nothing really reminds me of home. I'm no longer Hannah. Past won't haunt me here.

"You're welcome."

They tell me both at the same time.

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