FIX ME WITH YOUR LOVE- HARRY STYLES FANFIC.

Don't Give In.

Hey Guys!

   Sorry it's been so long! I've been so absorbed in school work that it depresses me. ANYWAYS- I hope you like the fanfic so far! To make it up to you guys for not uplaoding in 8 days, I made this chapter really long! Alot is going to happen, and the beginning is kind of slow, but DON'T WORRY YOU'LL LOVE IT.

Song: What Makes You Beautiful - One Direction <3

It's amazayn how well this song fits this chapter.

Hope you like it! Comment, Vote, Fan!

Yoours Truully,

   Lauren x

GRETCHEN's POV:

I'd been sitting on the floor in front of my locker for the past twenty minutes, trying to process what just happened- and if I'm really going to do this. Decisions are too hard for me to make, especially when they come with threats.

Two tickets. Me and Zoe. Both directioners, both can't stand Kate and Ashley, and  their pathetic threats.

"Come on, don't give in." Zoe said, she's been sitting next to me.

She's right. I've done nothing but give in to them my whole life. Every threat comes back empty, and every time I call them on it, I regret it once I get beat up.

"I know. We have to go! Especially if we're gonna get to meet them!" I say, and bang my head backwards on the locker, just fantasizing about the moment.

"There you go. That's the spitit!" she pulls me into a hug. One of three people who get me. Her, Dylan, and my brother. That's it. Zippo.

The bell rang. It's about time. I have to at least explain what might happen to me to Winston. I stood up quickly, and all of the kids flooded out of the classrooms, and we got stuck in the mob. We were pushed and shoved along, just like any other day.

Just wait until I meet One Direction, I think. Then you'll wishing you were nicer to me, because if you were, I could've given you my other ticket.

Zoe and I make it out the front doors, and I nearly fall down the stairs. If I did, it wouldn't have been a first.

"You wanna come over, Zo?" I ask.

"Sure. And just so you know, We're gonna have to te-"

"Tell Winston." I finish her. I hop along side to her , as we cross the street.

I think about how I might possibly get in without them seeing me! I know, it sounds strange. There are probably twenty  disabled girls there, what are the odds that they find you?! - Is what you're probably thinking. WRONG.

In every situation, every time something like this has ever happened . . . they've always been able to pick me out of  a crowd, or any open space. No matter how filled, or how many disabled people. They always find ME. It's like they have me on a GPS. It cray cray.

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"WINSTON, WE'RE HOME!" I call out. I like how I say WE'RE home, as if Zoe lives with us too . . . but she basically does so it doesn't matter.

"Hey girls." he says greeting us at the door. "Hooww wasss scchoooll?!" he says, trying to be all parent-y.

"No. Just- Just- Just Don't." Zoe jokes, immediately going to the fridge to look for dried mangoes. We always have them, but they disappear as soon as she gets here. She's like Niall.

"We've got something we've gotta tell you."  she also says once she's found them hidden in the back of the refidgerataor . . . refridgerfaterator . . . fridge.