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...The art of life is constant readjustment to our surrounding...

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"I'm not going to come out" Harry yelled from her closet. "Not wearing...this"

"Oh come on, you're acting like you don't like it" June yelled back, frustrated by his actions.

"Exactly, I don't like it" Harry lied.

"I know you wear tights under you skinny jeans" June fired and a sudden silence filled the room. June smirked to herself at her comeback.

"How do you know that?" Harry's voice came out a squeak from the other side of the door. June sighed before sitting on the floor in front of the closet door.

"I was doing the laundry and well, I don't own tights from that size nor crotch less tights"

There was another silence. It was comfortable yet so uncomfortable. June nervously bit his lip. Maybe it was a bit harsh blackmailing point?

"Look Harry, I'm so sor. . .woah" She started but the closet door opened up, interrupting her, revealing a blushing and embarrassed Harry, biting away on his lip. June scrambled onto her feet while her eyes roamed all over the length of Harry's height. Harry was clammy and he avoided her gaze but June was too busy taking in his appearance in the foreign outfit.

Harry squirmed uncomfortably under her gaze. "Blue, stop looking at me like that"

June snapped from her trance and looked up to her face too see the way he was flushed with embarrassment. June quickly took note of his squirming and stopped eying him up and down and like an animal.

"Are you happy now?" Harry pretended to be annoyed at her but at the bottom of his heart, he knew it was all an act. He walked over to the floor mirror length mirror June had in her room before looking over at himself. He was surprised to see the person who was staring back at him.

His curls were styled on top of his head in the usual manner, parted from the side. Holding it up against one side were two blue butterfly clips. His face however looked a bit unfamiliar. His eyelids were painted with a light blue eye shadow and was adorned with black eye liner. His nose and cheekbones were shining from the highlighter June had used on him. His cheeks were dusted with a pink blue and finally, his lips were painted in a nude pink lipstick. He had to admit, he looked. . .pretty?

He let his eyes lower down to her body, and that's when sense struck into him.

He was dressed in a black sheer shirt of him that he wore back in One Direction days. His many tattoos were visible under the see through materiel. Going from that his eyes set on the unfamiliar yet familiar garment that was sitting on his hips, falling over to just cover his thighs. It was a grey, black and white checkered skirt. June had picked it for him from her skirt collection. He was not too sure about wearing it at first but June insisted that he try.

From the corner of his eye, he saw the way June move to stand behind him from the mirror. June gave him a soft smile through the mirror as she snake her arms around his hips, leaning to him. Harry just stared at them in the mirror.

"How do you feel?"

It was a simple question but Harry felt like there was so many meaning behind that one little question. He let out a long sigh before catching June's eye in the surface of the mirror.

"Pretty"

June smiled before turning to him all the way, taking in his appearance. harry turned to her as well, letting her look over at him. She fixed her hair a bit before staring at him with a soft smile. Harry finally decided to stop being so tense and wrapped his arms around June's waist.

"You look beautiful" June softly muttered so only he could hear even thought it was only them in the room. It didn't matter anyway. This was there moment. "Do you like it?"

"Is it weird if I do?" Harry bit his lip as his face turn to look at their feet, avoiding her eyes yet again. But June took ahold of her face and made him look at her. She looked deeply into his eyes before opening her mouth to speak.

"Never, ever think you're weird for liking feminine stuff Harry" She spoke clearly and sternly. "And either way, clothes, make up, nail polish and these clips" She stood on her toes to touch the butterfly clips on her hair. "These things don't have a gender Harry. Nobody ever said only girls should wear skirts and only boys should wear pants" She shook her head and Harry felt the familiar sting behind her eyelids. "Just look at me. I wear pants all the time and no one is going to tell me to stop wearing them just because they are ironically boy clothes. And nobody is going to tell you it's weird wearing skirts because it's not. And if someone ever dare to call you weird I will snap their necks in a second by the way" Harry let out a laugh at her seriousness. She smiled along with him before returning back to her serious mood.

"Just- you look so beautiful. You need to embrace these things Harry. I know you like painting your nails. I know you like to wear tights under your pants. I know you like all those feminine things and it's okay. It's okay to like them because you have a right to embrace whatever in this world"

A single tear escaped Harry's eye and started to run down his face. June quickly swiped her thumb over the tear, wiping it off for him.

"Never think you're weird because you like wearing skirts or painting nails. Then I should be weirded out by wearing pants as well but I'm not. I want you to find you, the real you Harry. I know you're not the guy who wears skinny jeans, windbreakers and manly perfumes, I see it, I feel it. I want you to embrace who you really are. And I want you to be proud of yourself"

Just like that, Harry broke down crying in front of the girl who is two years younger than him. June wrapped his arms around his shoulders and brought him down so Harry could rest his head on her shoulder. She rocked them back and forth as Harry teared up on his shoulder with his fists bunched up against his chest. June moved them onto the floor and settled against the bed with Harry still crying to him. She thanked the gods because she used a waterproof eyeliner or else he would've had it all over by his face now. Harry rested his head on her collarbone as June ran her hand through his hair, as an attempt to calm him down. She didn't try to stop him from crying. She knew he holds everything inside him and he really needed a good cry to let it all out.

That's exactly what he did.

His body jerked from the harsh sobs that escaped his throat, breaking June's heart all over again as she felt him shuffle close to her until it was physically impossible. All the pent up emotions hit him hard, all at once. All the stress he has in his head since 2010. He cried and cried because people always referred to him as the womanizer of the band. Management made up a reputation for him to hold for the whole time he was in the band. They made him go out with older women and make it seem like he always went for older generation. He hated it. He hated it not only because he respect women so much but because he felt disgusted in it. He felt disgusted by himself. For years, management made him hide who he really is. His only steady relationship blew up and ended up in a big damage for both of them, management ruined them. They made his stylist dress him up in windbreakers, jerseys, t-shirts when in reality he just wanted to throw on a comfortable see through shirt that felt good on his skin. Management flipped when they found out about the cross earring he wore on stage one time. He was so exhausted after all the pushing around he started getting depressed.

Luckily he had four best friends who quickly took notice of the mood drop of their youngest band member. Louis, Liam, Niall and Zayn was always there to help him through the hell hole. They were always there to hold him when he cried in the bathroom. They were there to calm him down whenever he screamed and threw things at walls because everything was just too much. They managed to get him out of the dark side before it got worse and Harry will forever be thankful for that.

At last, he started expressing his real self through one of his most iconic and treasured features. His hair. He was scared to grow it out at first because he was afraid of people criticizing him. After a long discussion with the boys, they decided to give all the support he needed. Louis even started to grow out his own hair with him so he wouldn't be the only one people backlash at till he was fully comfortable with it. He started to hold up pride flags and give speeches about love.

 He cried it all out because he was finally free.

And June held him through it all this time.

JuneGarner. Embrace it.

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