Not Just Smut Fest - Snippet!
This fic is so fun to work on. I'm so excited for this fest to go up, it'll be the first one I've ever participated in, and I have a few more this year that I'm signed up for. My prompt relates to Harry's gender, so this fic is essentially me seeing how much gender dysphoria I can pack into frat boy Harry :P
Knowing Louis would join him shortly, Harry entered the bathroom, turning the shower on to warm up while he surveyed himself in the mirror. His hair was messy and unruly as usual, but much shorter than he was used to. He'd been forced to get a haircut recently— one of the stylists telling him his curls were 'too childish for a nineteen-year-old,' and that he 'needed to switch to a more mature style,' whatever the hell that meant.
He missed his curls. They'd been cute— framing his face like, as Louis would describe it, a 'halo of Styles charm!' It wasn't that he disliked how his hair looked now, though. It looked, objectively speaking, very good on his face now that he wasn't a doe-eyed sixteen year old anymore. But he wasn't used to it, and that was probably what was bothering him so much. He just needed to give it time to settle in his mind's eye of what he looked like.
The shower sufficiently emitting steam, Harry got in, realizing as he did that he forgot to grab clothes before coming in here. He'd have to walk cold back through the room, he supposed. Annoying, but not a big deal. He let the water soak over his body for a minute, breathing in deeply as he mentally prepared for the day. He washed his hair and body, deciding to go for a quick shower today.
He shut the water off, stepping out into the warm bathroom. The steam had fogged up the mirror, so he wiped it away with his hand before taking a glance at himself. He looked no different than he had a few minutes ago, bar his hair now being soppy and his skin glistening with water droplets. For some inexplicable reason, though, he felt bigger. Broader. Like something had crawled under his skin and bulked it up, far beyond his liking.
Harry blinked, shaking his head to reset. Weird morning.
