A/N: I balme my friend Anna for this. She got me thinking of trans Harry and just gah. Come on, can't you see Harry as a girl? Like, biiiitch she'd be flawless!

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Summary: In which Harry's at a very confusing age and after wearing some of his sister clothes he discovers he quite likes the feeling of the soft silky material. Louis' just the kind gentleman you let's him know how pretty he looks.

It was weird. Harry wasn't quite sure what he was feeling or what he wanted. All he knew was that he felt really pretty as he stood in front of his full body mirror wearing one of his sister's summer dresses. He wasn't sure what spiked his curosity in cross-dressing. At the age of thirteen he came to terms with the fact that he liked boys. His family fully supported him and his big sister Gemma became his protector at school when kids began to pick on him.

As time passed he stopped caring. It was hard to dress in his baggy jeans and t-shirt when it didn't feel right to him. He didn't want to conceal any part of him. It just wasn't who he was. He knew the torment would only get worse as he got ready for school one day when he turned 14. He wore black converse, teal skinny jeans, and a pale yellow jumper with a white rose follower crown in his hair. He really liked flowers crowns and bright colors. He knew he looked kind girly, but he liked it. He liked the feeling it gave him.

People weren't as bad as Harry had expected them to be. Sure they made mean comments and sometimes tripped him or gave him a little shove as they passed, but for the most part, people just ignored him. So Harry continued to wear his bright colors and his flowers and even let his sister do some subtle make-up from time to time. It was around the time he turned 16 that things got a little harder. The flowers and colors didn't feel enough for him anymore and he just didn't feel like a boy. So he supposes it was when someone said he was an awfully pretty girl, meaning for it to be an insult, that Harry wondered...What if?

"Hey Haz have you seen my- oh," Gemma stood in Harry's doorway staring at him.

Harry blushed and covered his face embarassed. "I'm so sorry Gem. I-I," Harry didn't know what to say. He felt his eyes burn with tears.

"Oh, Harry don't cry. No, I'm not mad or anything," Gemma assured walking him over to his bed to sit down. "I was just a little surprised. It's okay. Shhh," She coaxed him down from his fit and helped him relax.

"I'm so confused Gem," Harry whined.

"What do you mean?"

Harry picked at the skin around his fingers and looked down. "I just. I don't know who I am. Like, I don't know if I'm really a boy," He said quietly, reaching out to play with the soft material of the dress. Loving the feeling of it against his skin.

Gemma offered him a small smile, giving him a hug to assure him it was alright. "You do know it's okay to feel that way right? To wonder about your gender? Some people just weren't born in the right body."

"So like, it's okay if I want to be a girl?"

"Of course!" She smiled. "I'd love you just the same if you were my little sister. I'm sure Mum would love you as a daughter too." Gemma reached up and brushed Harry's long hair behind his ear, getting it out of his face. "You're very pretty in that dress, but I don't think it's your color." Harry blushed. "I'm here if you need me okay? If you want to go shopping, talk, anything. I'm right there with you."

Harry smiled and hugged Gemma tightly. "I love you."

"I love you too."

It was about a month after their conversation that Gemma took Harry shopping for his own clothes. People looked at them strange and Harry could feel the hatred, the judgement as he spun around in the dress room in girl's clothing, but he didn't care. He felt, right. His hair grew out to his shoulders, he would sometimes tie it in a bun if it got to be in his way. His sister would do his make-up and he loved everything about it.

His life only got better from there, because when he was 17, he met Louis. He was standing at his locker, dressed in his black converse, a black skirt, and a pink frilly top. He turned with his books in his hands, only for them to be slapped from his hands and pushed to the ground. "Freak," He guy growled walking off.

Harry sighed, getting onto his knees to gather his things. His pencil box has popped open and the contents were everywhere. "Perfect," He mumbled.

"Need some help?" A soft voice asked.

Harry looked up to see a boy standing there smiling at him. He worse toms, black skinnies, and a Skillet t-shirt. "Uh, yeah. That'd be nice," Harry said.

The boy croched down and began picking things up. It only took them a moment to gather it all before the boy stood up, offered a hand to Harry who blushed as he took it. "I'm Louis Tomlinson. Just transferred here."

"Harry Styles. Been here forever," He said, the two laughing a little.

Louis looked Harry up and down, making the lad squirm under his gaze. "You look pretty today," He smiled.

Harry bit his lip and blushed. No one's ever called him pretty other that his family. "Thanks."

Louis and Harry continued to talk as they walked down the hall. It was nice having someone to chat with. Someone that didn't seem bothered by his apperance. The two bonded easily and became best friends in a matter of weeks. Louis sort of became Harry's new protector since his sister was gone. People had tried talking him away from Harry, but he always flipped them off and took Harry's hand, leading him away. He always remember to let Harry know how pretty he looked every single day and God damn Harry was falling for the blue eyed boy.

"Isn't a thong like an unpickable wedgie?" Louis asked, eyebrows furrowed as the two laid on Harry's bed.

Harry laughed and shook his head. "I don't know how to explain it. It's just, different. You sort of just forget about it."

Louis smirked and leaned closer to Harry. "Do you wear them a lot?"

Harry grew hot under Louis' gaze, his tone sending shivers down his spine. For the most part the two just did whatever, but then there were times Louis' curosity would get the better of him and he would ask Harry questions about his life and who he was. Harry never minded became Louis actually listened. He didn't ask to judge of make fun of him, he was genuinely curious about how it all worked. He just wanted to understand. "Maybe," Harry whispered.

Louis was perfect to Harry. It wasn't long ago that Louis had finally asked him about his gender. Harry is still confused a tad. Told him he felt like a girl most of the time, and planned to dress and act the way he has since everything, but didn't really have any plans to actually change his gender physically or pronoun wise he supposes. He doesn't mind being referred to as a boy, but didn't mind when someone treated him like a girl. He just sort of went with the flow and accept what people were comfortable with when addressing him. "Bet your perky little bum looks cute in em," Louis smiled.

Harry buried his face in his pillow. He wasn't sure where they stood. They certainly flirted a lot and Louis made suggestive comments. But niether made any move or said anything. "Shut up," He groaned.

Harry turned bright read as Louis scanned him, eyes landing by his ass, that was barley covered by his short baby blue skirt. "What's on now?"

"Does it matter?"

Louis shrugged. "Suppose not. I have batman on," Louis said, reaching behind him, as they were lying on their stomachs, to slide his sweats down to show Harry his black boxers with the little bat symbol on them. It was actually pretty normal for them. They were best friends so they shopped together, changed in front of each other, all that jazz. Though Harry was still careful, didn't wear his lacy, slutty stuff in front of Louis.

"Am I supposed to show you mine now that you've showed me yours?" Harry laughed as Louis covered his ass again. Louis shrugged again.

Harry rolled his eyes, pulling his skirt up slightly. He wasn't wearing a thong, but he was wearing white see-through panties. Louis just nodded. "Cute," Harry nodded. "Why don't you ever wear those with me?"

"Perv," Harry laughed.

Louis laughed. Then there was knock at the door before Gemma poked her head in. "Figured you little boyfriend was here," She teased, making both lads blush. "Mum and I are headed out. We should be home around noon tomorrow or something. Behave," She warned, narrowing he eyes at the two before leaving.

Gemma and his Mum were going to some concert tonight and were staying at a hotel afterwards. It took a lot of convincing for his Mum to allow Louis to spend the night, but they wore her down and she finally agreed. Harry li stened for a moment until he heard the front door close. "Finally," He sighed. "Now it's just us," He smiled.

Louis just stared at Harry. "Yeah."

Harry smiled and climbed off the bed. "Pizza?"

"God yes," Louis moaned following Harry.

The two ate dinner and watching movies laughing. It was a lot of fun. Harry was happy. As it got later they decided to change and get into bed. Louis got right to work, stripping down pulling on some shorts, but leaving his chest bare.

Harry grabbed his pajamas and went to go to the bathroom, but Louis stopped him. "Since when are you shy?"

Harry shrugged. He turned away from Louis as he climbed out of his clothes. He could feel Louis' eyes on him as he pulled his skirt down. He reached for his bottoms, but gasped as he felt a pair of hands wrap around him, laying on his chest. "So pretty," Louis whispered, turning Harry around and pulling him closer. "I really like you Haz," He said.

Harry smiled. "Really?" Louis nodded.

"Is uh, is that okay?" Harry nodded. "Can I like, kiss you?" Louis asked nervoulsy.

"Please," Harry whispred. Louis leaned forward connecting their lips in a soft kiss. Harry loved the feeling of Louis' lips on his and Louis loved the taste of Harry's cherry lip balm. It was soft and nice and had Harry feeling like he was on fire. "God, I've waited forever for you to do that."

Louis laughed. "Really?"

"Have you seen yourself? Pretty sure you could've kissed me the moment I met you and I wouldn't've cared."

Louis smiled. "Good to know I wasn't the only one."

"Seriously?"

Louis nodded. "You're very pretty Harry."

Harry smile and hugged Louis. He finished changing into his short shorts and a t-shirt before the two got into bed and cuddled, sharing kisses until sleep pulled them under.

The two really had no chance at hiding anything. His Mum and Gemma figured it out pretty quick and were happy for the two. They held hads at school and Harry loved it off. He also loved that Louis grew weak at the knees just thinking about Harry and what he might be wearing for underwear. And maybe, just maybe Harry teased Louis with it. And maybe it set Louis off to the point wear he reaches up Harry's skirt while sitting next to him.

It was perfect really. Harry was treated like he always wanted. Louis always told him how pretty he was, nevr pushed Harry, and was a true gentleman. When they finally made love Harry thought his heart was going to burst with how gentle Louis was. How he carried him, kissed him, touching him. His fingertips burning Harry's skin, his mouth leaving purpling marks.

"I love you Harry," Louis said carasseing his cheek as they came down from their highs.

"I love you too Louis." It was perfect, it really was.

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A/N2: Struggled a tad with the ending cause I didn't want it all to be too long or w.e. Hoped you liked it! x