FIX ME WITH YOUR LOVE- HARRY STYLES FANFIC.

My Second Chance.

GRETCHEN's POV:

All the boys heads turned to face the upset Paul. He held the phone tightly to his ear, and his frown seemed to grow lower.

Oh crap.

“No sir,” he says, shaking his head, and looking at me. His eyes drooping a little bit, and he reached his hand to the back of his head. “Yes, I understand.” he said with a sigh. “Okay, sir. Here he is.” he reached the phone to Harry.

Oh fuck this is about me.

“Who is it?” Harry asked, his face so filled with terror, that it looked like Liam had been attacked with a spoon.

“It’s Mr. Cowell,” he said.

“Hello? Simon?” Harry said, releasing my hand, and shoving it deeply into his jeans pocket.

“SPEAKER.” shouted Louis.

Harry pressed the speaker button.

“Yes, Simon? Can you hear us?” he said, holding the phone out for everyone to hear.

“Yes, lads.” he said.

“How are you today, Sir?” Louis said in a sweet voice.

“Don’t ever do that again!” he said, his accent suddenly becoming almost too thick for me to understand.

“Do what, sir?” asked Niall.
“Do not EVER, just stop the show short. Do not EVER do that again. Do you understand why?”
The boys shrugged their shoulders.

“Why, sir?” asked Harry.

“Because your fans paid massive amounts of money to see you. The FULL of you. Not two or three songs. ALL OF THEM. Jackson Guthy was not ready to perform; he had nothing else to sing! You cannot just run off stage. Now, boys, please tell me WHY you did that.”
Suddenly, all five of the boys’ eyes were locked on me. Liam a bit infuriated, Niall just standing there confusedly, Louis sticking his tongue out at me, Zayn just keeping quiet and mysterious, and Harry just the same old, same old. He rubbed my shoulder, and put on a smile.

“It’s okay.” he whispered, and kissed me gently on the cheek.

“WELL BOYS?” Simon barked again.

“Here, let me talk to him.” Liam said, snatching the phone away from Harry, turning off the speaker, and then heading into another room.

Of course.

Now I definitely can’t come.

I’m going to end up screwing up their career. I’ve already got them in trouble.

“Harry,” I say softly, and look at my feet.

“Shh,” he comforts me, and pulls me into a hug. “It’s all fine. You meant no harm, nor did we.”
“You shouldn’t have come for me.” I say, and break away from his embrace. “I’m going to be the cause of all your problems.” I turn my back to him, and limp a few steps forward.

He places his hand on my shoulder, turning me back to face him.

“Gretchen, I was not ready to just let you get tortured by those girls. I didn’t have to come and save you. I could have let you get beaten. But did I? No. I didn’t. That was my decision.” he said, and then put both hands on my shoulders, and putting his forehead to mine. “YOU are my decision.”
And he pulls me into a kiss. He pecks me a few times on my bottom lip, and gives me a heavenly gaze.

That was not a kiss.

I clench my fist on his shirt, and pull him down to me kissing him. I nipped gently, just to be a flirt. If he can be a flirt, than I certainly can. His lips wavered in shapes around mine, making my insides melt.