Opened my eyes on a little mistake, and i had a good laugh. 10/10 would review again

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Harry ran a comb through his hair. It was always fun to do his hair. The fact that it was longer made it easier to manage. He loved doing different things with it.

Today, he was going to a party at his friend Aaron's house.

Aaron was 17 (a year older than Harry) and very, very gay. He was almost as flamboyantly gay as Jack off of Will & Grace.

At the moment, Aaron was trying to make Harry admit he was gay.

"I mean, straight boys your age don't take 2 hours on their hair, do not secretly borrow their gay best friends dresses, don't feel comfortable in stilettos, and don't wear padded bras when in said best friends dresses to see how well they can pick up guys while disguised as a girl. Admit it Harry, you are gay."

"No I'm not."

"Harry, you carry a purse!"

"It is not a purse! I have things I need to carry like notebooks, shopping lists, pencils, my wand…."

"Your makeup, pantyhose, a comb, Vaseline, a box of tissue, and a picture of the boy you have a crush on! Harry, you might