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"You still up for the party tonight, Styles?" 

Harry is met with Niall as he walks out of the college gym, bag slung over his shoulder and hair wet from the shower he just took. Niall is smiling from ear to ear, arm over his friends shoulders as they walk outside.

"Uh ... I can't, actually. Was asked to do a last minute shift at work." Harry mumbles, playing with his car keys as Niall sighs, nodding his head.

"No worries lad, see you next time though, yeah?" He asks slapping his back and sending him finger guns, Harry only nodding in reply before Niall is jogging away, back towards where the rest of the team is waiting in their letterman jackets ready to go.

Harry sends them a wave, disappearing off into his car. He sighs, looking at them all laughing, joking being their usual jock selves, maybe whistling at a girl every now and then as they all pile into different cars, hanging out the windows and cheering.

He always swore to never be like that, but it's what his family expected from him. It's what everyone expected from a young man heading off to college — parties, more parties, football, hooking up every weekend and being popular on campus. Anyone would kill to be in that position, but Harry can't help but feel he isn't cut out for it, sure, he loves football, but not the popularity and image that surrounds it, that surrounds him.

Harry doesn't work, he pretends to work somewhere outside of the town, so no one can raise any suspicion. He tells everyone he works mainly in the back, hidden from the shop floor helping with taking deliveries in and helping them go out to the vans. It's all a lie, Harry's job is to sit in front of his computer, dressed up in pretty clothing and play with himself for thousands of people on the internet — and he loves it, he really really loves it.

It's Friday, meaning he has to record some videos to post up tonight, preparing everyone for his stream tomorrow night. He's so glad he has his own flat, he can record when he wants, be as loud as he wants and he can even sometimes walk around in his pretty outfits when he wants to, just admiring himself in every surface possible in his flat.

Along with some public videos, he has to do special requests videos, these ones he gets paid more for, meaning he has to put a little more work in to make them personal for the person who requested it — he'll even throw in their names when he's moaning if they tell him what it is, that always gets him extra money.

He finally arrives home, parking his car outside and running up to his flat on the third floor. His kitten, sugar greets him with a purr and nuzzle to his leg. He makes quick work of making himself something to eat, before starting on his usual routine before he shots videos — full body shave, leaving some hair on his pubic area as he hates it bare, his legs smoothed with body butter after shaving, setting out his outfit while he applies some body glitter, this makes his skin look flawless on camera, he loves how pretty it makes him look, his lights also being set up, the pink hue to them and a decorations to put in the background to make his room look more cute.

Harry feels pretty once he sits into his desk chair, knitted baby pink blanket thrown over the dark leather. He's dressed in a short lilac plaid pleated skirt, a lilac knitted jumper and some white stockings with small silver glitter hearts all over them. Even though his face isn't shown, he still puts some makeup on, light dusting of blush, some mascara and a lot of highlighter along with his lips smothered in glitter gloss. He snaps a few photos of his outfit in different positions, on his knees, legs spread but his hands block where his panties are on show, laying on his bed with his jumper pulled up to show his waist.

Harry bites his lip as he looks over the photos, editing them a little, adding in some pink cute stickers all around him, matching the theme of his blog. He watermarks them also before hitting upload, teasing everyone the outfit he's currently shooting some videos in, comments and likes immediately flood in on the post, making his cosmetically coloured cheeks blush bright red, his smile wide as he soaks up all the praise.