Soon To Be Stepbrothers (Larry Stylinson)

Prologue

Harry's POV

I smoothed out my short skirt and the loose crop top I was wearing, I always preferred looser shirts to distract the lack of boobs. I pulled up my black thigh high socks and slipped on my heeled boots.

Most people called me a freak for the way I dressed saying I was transgender but I wasn't. I just didn't like the way 'boy clothes' felt on my body. I liked feeling pretty not handsome.

Luckily my mother had accepted me, my father not so much. He had walked out on me and my mum after she had bought me my first skirt when I was fourteen. She had gotten over it after two years and was now dating some guy I had never met.

I heaved a sigh and applied a bit of light pink lipstick. I grabbed my bag for school and headed down stairs. "Morning, mum." I chirped.

"Morning, sweetie." She pecked the top of my head lightly as she set a plate of food in front of me. "Remember you need to come home right away today, you're meeting Dan and we've got big news."

"Oh so I finally get to meet this mystery man you've been dating for six months?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, you're finally meeting him." She chuckled.

"So what's this big news?" I asked, chowing down on my food.

She glanced down at her watch."You will find out later but for now you need to finish your food or you'll be late for the bus."

I rolled my eyes and finished up my food. I rushed out to my bus stop just in time to catch it. I climbed aboard, multiple skanks giving me the death glare.

I plopped down next to my best friend Zayn, who was basically the only person who didn't despise me for my fashion choices. To be fair most people despised him as well since he was a 'art freak' as they would say.

"Hey, Zayn." I sighed.

"Hey, what's got you down?" He asked, closing his art book.

"Just the girls giving me dirty looks again." I huffed.

"Harry, I've told you a million times. They only look at you like that because they are jealous that they couldn't pull off those outfits like you do." He rolled his eyes and I cracked a smile.

"Thanks, Zayn. You always know what to say to make me feel better." I patted his thigh lightly.

"That's what I'm here for." He shrugged and opened his art book back up.

I looked at it in awe, I was always fascinated with his art work and the meaning behind it but every time I asked what the meaning was Zayn would simply shrug and say 'it means whatever you want it to mean'. He always had some hipster shit to say.

We got to school and I walked past the football team with my head down ignoring the hateful words they spat my way. The worst of them all was Louis Tomlinson.

Louis was the captain of the football team and the reason the teasing started up in the first place. He was the first one to call me trannie, first one to push me into the girls bathroom and the first to tell me to kill myself.

After Louis started it everyone else followed, it had been like that ever since. The only people who didn't tease me were Zayn, Perrie his girlfriend, Kendall and her girlfriend Cara. We were a bunch of misfits but we had each other.

Zayn and I walked into the music room where Perrie, Kendall and Cara already were. We hung out here in the morning, during lunch and during our free period. We were well-liked by the music teacher Mr.Scott so he had given us a spare key.