FIX ME WITH YOUR LOVE- HARRY STYLES FANFIC.

BUEENNNNOOOO :D

ALRIGHT GUYS THIS IS THE FIRST CHAPTER OF MY HARRY STYLES FANFIC. THE MAIN GIRL, GRETCHEN, IS A MIX OF GIRLS WHO ALL WANTED TO 'STAR' IN THIS ONE. I HOPE YOU LIKE IT BECAUSE THIS ONE'S GONNA BE REALLY DIFFERENT FROM ALL THE REST.

Yoours Trulyy,

   Lauren Xx

GRETCHEN’s POV:

Ew. Getting stuck in the trashcan at school definitely isn’t one of my favorite parts of the day. Especially not today, at this time. I’m going to be late for my English test. I know. Typical nerd. Everyone at school seems to goddamn think so. The one motivation- the one drive that gets me through the miserable school days of bullying, is One Direction. I think about them all day and all night.*

You may ask why I get bullied at school. The answer is simple. When I was four months old, I was diagnosed with Cerebral Palsy. What’s that? It limits mobility throughout my body- especially my legs. My left leg is much more flexible and coordinated than my right. So, I walk with a pair of dark blue, Loft-Strand crutches wherever I go. Being disabled is not easy. I’ve learned the hard way.

I used to wear a braces on both of my legs, which definitely did not save me from getting bullied. People trip me in the halls, I get shoved up on lockers, people gossip about me day and night, and of course, I get dumped in the trashcan outside classroom 417.

Sixteen years old. Dirty blonde, and extremely curly hair. Freckles scattered about- under my eyes and across the bridge of my nose. You could call me ‘average height’. Or approximately 5’5. Skinny as a toothpick.

My best friend is Zoe. She’s also dirty blonde, way prettier than I am. She’s about the same height as me. Also skinny like a toothpick. She’s the one girl in school who has been able to look past my Cerebral Palsy, and accept the fact that there’s more to me than what meets the eye. We hang out fairly often. Going to movies, to the mall. Wherever we go, people stop, point and stare at me. They ask her ‘why is a beautiful girl like you hanging out with her?’.  Well they got half of that right. She’s gorgeous. My looks definitely don’t compare to hers. She’s the one who can get any guy she want. That’s never happened to me.

Guys don’t like me. They think I’m ugly. Guys always call her beautiful, and compliment her. That’s never happened to me. I’m not jealous, I’m just . . . stating facts. . . sure we'll leave it like that. I have one really good guy friend named Dylan, who's really been the only guy with enough bravery to talk to me, and avoid public humiliation.

My life's pretty lame right?

Now, as everyone wants to know, the dish with my love for One Direction. I've been with right there with them since Torn. Then to What Makes You Beautiful, and I swear that I will always [Note:ALWAYYSS] be a Directioner. Who's my favorite? A beautiful young boy, with dark, twisted curls, a mile long torso, the most adorable dimpes, and his name is Harry Styles. Harold Edward Styles, if you want me to be exact.

Now get why I'm in love with him? I've got those long curls, dimples . . not much I can say about my torso . . . and I'm not at all adorable . . . but I feel like I can relate to him on some extreme level. What kills me is that the girls that bully me at school are DIRECTIONATORS. It's fucking bad enough getting bullied, but getting bullied by DIRECTIONATORS sets it waay over the top.

Anyway, I've heard that One Direction's gonna be doing a concert here in Philly. I MUST GO.

I can probably milk the whole 'disabled' thing and get good seats and backstage passes. We'll see.