Pretty in Plastic (l.s)

xxvii

Harry stands after screwing in the last flat head. He sighs, grabbing the old knob, and going to throw it out. He grabs his new key, and throws the old one out too. After the whole debacle with Kala, Harry changed his locks. He told his landlord he had a possessive, stalker-like girlfriend and his landlord was more than willing to aid him in keeping his privacy.

He puts the key in one of Louis' boxes of clothes, knowing Kala wouldn't check there if she ever came over, and gives another to Gemma.

"You know, you better hope I never see her." She says, and Harry chuckles. The slap Kala gave him left a scratch on his cheek, barely there but long and scabbed up. It honestly looked like a cat scratch, but Gemma knew better. When she saw his face, she demanded to know where Kala lived so she could face her 'like a woman'. "I'm serious. I'll make her my bitch for touching you."

"It's not that serious. She apologized." Harry mumbles as he puts his new key on his laniard.

Gemma gapes at him. "Excuse me?" Harry looks at her. "You were abused, and Lord knows she would've pulled the woman card if you defended yourself!"

"I wouldn't hit her."

"I would. I will." She says firmly. "She thinks she can hit you, my little brother, and all because you confronted her about stealing from you? I'll shove my fist so far down her throat—"

"Okay, Gems," Harry pats her shoulder, "let's just... not focus on it. I'm alright now. That's what matters."

"What happened to dumping her?" Gemma raises her eyebrows. "Hm?"

"She almost cried when I tried." He mumbles nervously, and she rolls her eyes.

"What's it going to take, Harry?" She says in a tired tone. "I mean, really. She overstepped the line this time, and there's no excuse for it. There never was, but still—"

"I can handle myself." She stops at his words. "I know you care about me, and what you're saying is coming from a good place, but— this is my relationship. You don't know what it's like being with her, and it's harder than you think. I'm a big boy, okay?"

She makes a face, and sighs in defeat. She playfully, and gently shoves him back before grumbling. "Still a kid to me, Harold."

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A week. That's how long it's been. Two weeks since Louis's been alive, a week since his attempt to dump Kala failed, and a week since she slapped him. Safe to say, despite their ongoing relationship, Kala has kept her distance. She doesn't visit, and Harry likes it that way. With her not over his shoulder, he's expanded his self expression in private. Although he doesn't wear what he buys outside of the house, he definitely does it in doors. He paints his toes, he does facial regimens (which has his skin glowing like the sun, thank God), and his confidence is stroked and groomed every day he spends time on himself.

"Harry," Kala calls and Harry looks at her, "did you change the locks?"

They were having a breakfast out today. She wanted a date with him, and today's Harry's only day off so he agreed to breakfast. Harry won't say he doesn't feel distant because he does, and he knows Kala can sense it. She seems to be on edge, constantly fidgeting in her seat with an unsure look on her face. Harry, meanwhile, is eerily still with an unreadable expression.

"I did." He says, and his tone leaves no room for her to question or argue it. She knows it so she just nods. She looks at her cup of coffee, and she slightly opens her mouth to speak. There's hesitation in her body language, and Harry wonders if this is because she's on ice and doesn't want to lose him or if she's playing possum and trying to break his guard.

"Am I allowed to have a spare?"

"No." He sips his tea.

"Harry—"

"Kala." She closes her mouth, and watches him with doe eyes. "I said no. That's final."

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Harry stands in front of his body length mirror. He has on a purple jumper that's designed like a suit, and he stares at it as he does a model walk. He went out today, and bought a new wardrobe. While he kept most of his casual clothes, especially for things like work outs, he noticed most shoes and clothing items he owned were holed up. With that in mind, he decided to get work clothes, jeans and graphic tees about loving oneself and others, and other outfits for special occasions.

This jumper fell under the second category. He also had floral shirts, suits, black shoes with gay accessories on them, and a little white dress for experience. It costs a pretty penny to get what he bought, but Harry knows 'feminine' clothes are more costly.

"Should I wear boxers with this?" He whispers as he stares at the outline of his balls and penis. He scrunches his nose, and taps his bottom lip gently. "Nah."

He strips out of the jumper, naked body on full view, and he grabs the dress. He faces the doll, and holds it out like a child showing their parent. "Simple, but effective."

He slips it over his head, adjusts it, and does a little dance in it as he watches himself. He can't help but giggle, and he covers his face shyly. "I have to say, letting my dick hang so freely is life changing."

He keeps laughing at how childish he is, and how weird it feels to not be so confined in his lower area. Bursting with giggles and bubbly happiness, he hears a knock on the door and decides he's too lazy to actually change before answering. So, with full confidence, he walks leisurely and calmly answers with a 'hello'.

"Oh my God," his smile falls when he sees Kala's horrified face, "what the fuck?"

"Kala—"

"Is this why you changed the locks?" She walks in without asking or being told. Harry opens his mouth to talk, blushing heavily in the process. He wouldn't be so ashamed if he had shown people this side of him before, but he hasn't and Kala isn't exactly the first person he would choose to do so with. "So you can be all weird behind closed doors?"

"This isn't weird." He frowns, but she ignores him.

"You look horrible, that's first." Harry tugs at the ends of the dress, and the confidence he worked so hard to gain starts to fail him. "Secondly, I told you I couldn't stand you dressing like that! Don't you see how that makes me look?"

"That's why I'm doing it in my home. Not out there." He says meagerly.

"Oh, so you can build up whatever fake balls you're growing? Then, you'll go out there like a damn fool?" She throws her hands up in the air. "You're a man."

"You knew I was bisexual, and fluid when you met me."

"I thought you were willing to change."

"I can't change that!" He shouts, but she doesn't back down. She steps to him, and he tenses.

"You're too hairy, too lean, and have no figure to fit into whatever clothes you're buying. Not only will you make me the fool, but you'll look stupid while doing so." Harry gulps. "Take it off. Throw it out."

"No."

"Harry," she says through clenched teeth, "I'm not joking."

"Neither am I." He clenches his fists, and he holds his breath. "In fact, I think it's time we end this."

Whatever button she had left to press, he clearly pressed it. Her eyes widen in shock, and he knows what's coming. Time is slow, that's all he can process when she raises her manicured hand high and firm. He clenches his jaw, ready for the blow as he closes his eyes, but it never comes.

"Touch him again," Harry looks behind her and his body loses all tension, "and this little doll will beat your butt, you big bully."

Happy New Year's Eve. You might get a double update later 'cause I'll be busy for awhile. Enjoy xx