HARRY'S POV:
As Freya and Talia sat at the end of my bed, I thought about what I was supposed to say. She said I can talk about anything, but I don't want to talk about anything, I want to talk about certain things, but I'm too scared. So instead, I thought of something else. "I-I'm... uh.." I was lost for words, this situation was kind of overwhelming. "Clothes." I looked up to Talia and gave her a confused look. "Why don't we talk about clothes?" She smiled. Any man my age couldn't have less of an interest, right? But I didn't mind. "I uh, don't really wear many
nice clothes anymore" I stated, and it was true. "I used to really take pride in what I wore, I'd wear colourful jumpers and T-shirts, and my shoes would always match." I smiled fondly, remembering my favourite purifiers and how much work I used to put into them. "Why don't you now?" Freya asked. The smile on my face collapsed. "Just things. I always used to get called gay, and I thought it was my clothes, so I stopped wearing them. It didn't really change anything, but I've been to scared. The outfits were me, they showed who I was. I didn't want people to see that." I played with my hands, thinking back to the horrible comments I used to get, about stupid things like that. "What were your favourite outfits?" Talia asked, obviously wanting to change the subject. Again, I smiled. My favourite outfit, I loved it so much and it made me feel so good. "Probably uhh, yeah. A red jumper, black skinny jeans and red shoes to match. I didn't wear it much, but whenever I did it made me feel so good, like I was on top of the world." Sounds cringey, but it was so true. Who knew an outfit could bring so much joy to someone?
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You're Shit At Lying
Fanfiction"Harry, how long are you just gonna pretend that your okay? We can all see it. Your not okay. Just speak to us, please?" "I'm absolutely fine Simon, what are you talking about? Why wouldn't I be okay?" "Your shit at lying Harry" Asking for help can...
