Good Morals [Larry Stylinson]

Ch. Seven | I'm So Sorry

[E: ✔️ ]

Trigger warning for homophobia/homophobic slurs, brief description of disassociating and alcoholism.

   It was around eleven in the morning when Harry woke up, stretching his arms with a smile on his face. Last night him, Liam, Zayn, and Niall all went rollerblading. None of them were good at it, but they all had fun. Today they decided to go to the mall for the day. Not that the mall itself was super fun, but it was a large building with spaces to run around and be loud. Getting yelled at by adults was only part of the fun. Of course it wasn't anything bad, they never made a mess or broke anything, they just ran circles around the mall, played tag, hide-and-seek. Normal teenager things. Liam was going to be at Harry's to pick him up with the other two because using one car was easier. Harry quickly got up and grabbed his brush, brushing through his hair while he picked out some clothes. He grabbed a pair of dark grey skinny jeans and a green sweater. Even though it was just the mall Harry liked to wear something other than black jeans and a boring hoodie like he did at school. He grabbed his black Doc Martens (the fancy ones he got for his birthday last February) and tossed his brush on his bed. He grabbed his phone when he heard a car horn from downstairs, so he made his way down, grabbing the fifteen pounds his mum gave him since he vacuumed the house and cleaned the kitchen Friday night, and went outside. He hopped in the back seat next to Niall, grinning. "Alright, Hazza, you ready for some fun," Liam backed out of the driveway and accelerated onto the road again. "Always," Harry giggled. Niall flopped onto Harry (as best as he could with a seatbelt on) and ran his fingers across his sides, making Harry swat at his friend's hands, "N-Ni, stop! I can't breathe," he pants, finally shoving his friend off of him. Zayn looks back at the two of them, and Liam glances in the mirror. "Guys, calm down, Liam might crash," Zayn draws out the 'a' in 'crash', because he loves mocking Liam. Liam just scoffs, "Don't tempt me, Malik," he shakes his head, making the other three laugh. The rest of the ride consisted of them practically screaming the song lyrics to whatever pop boy band was on the stereo, and Niall continuing to bug Harry about various things. They got there in about fifteen minutes, maybe a bit more due to the slightly troublesome weather, and raced indoors. They stood there, staring at each other for a while before beginning to walk past the entrance and into the open space filled with shops. "So do you wanna go shopping first or," Liam trailed off, they all shrugged as they kept walking. Harry was just looking at the stores' windows, seeing if there was anything interesting, and they all halted when Harry stopped and ran into a store. "Haz, wait," Niall chased after their friend (into a store called Flower Child or something like that) and soon found him looking at a shirt. It was a sort-of blouse type shirt, a translucent white, with a frilly collar and sleeve ends. It also has small silver dots all over it. He turned to his friends, grinning wildly. "Guys, isn't this nice," he grabbed it, causing his friends to look at him weirdly. Niall broke out in a smile, "Yeah, I like it, try it on, mate," he said. Harry nodded and ran to the cashier with the three others behind him. He was about to ask for a fitting room when the lady gave him a disgusted look, "Sir, that's for the girls, don't you think fairies should be shopping at a more suitable store for your type," she asked coldly. Harry's smile instantly dropped, and he felt like vomiting. What? What was this about?

Oh, no. He should have known this would happen, of course it was too feminine. He always knew he shouldn't try and dress this way. He liked these clothes, they made him feel pretty. Was a boy wanting to feel pretty such a horrible thing? He turned around, his jaw clenched as he was trying not to burst out in tears. Liam grabbed his arm, keeping him in place, as Zayn walked up to the register. Harry whisper-yelled at him to leave it alone but he ignored him. "Look, it ain't your job to choose who wears what. He asked for a fitting room, not shitty advice. Ain't like your outfit choices are too great," he went on, "You're probably just jealous because he's a babe and you're just a bitch who's insecure," he spat out, "Do your fucking job and get him a fitting room," he scoffed, stepping back and raising his eyebrows. She scowled and flipped him off, storming over to the dressing rooms. "Have fun, faggot," she said rather loudly. Harry stopped in his tracks, feeling frozen. "Excuse me," Zayn asked her, stepping into her face. "Zayn," Liam cautioned, "please don't do anything to get you-"