Fix You- A One Direction Fan Fiction

Meanwhile, Back at the Ranch...

MASSIVE THANKYOU TO EVERY SINGLE ONE OF MY 387 READERS!!!!!! YOU MAKE ME FREAK OUT DURING COMPUTER WHEN I AM SUPPOSED TO BE PRACTICING MY TYPING!!!

IT BRINGS ME JOY.

THE KIND OF JOY ONLY ATTAINABLE BY FANGIRLING.

THATS HOW HAPPY I AM.

YOU'RE ALL DIRECTIONERS. YOU GET IT.

p.s. the picture is Elodie's date ensemble.

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Ace's POV

I was freaking out.

Why was I? I honestly have no idea. It was just Lou, so why did I make such a ginormous deal out of it?

You'd think I was about to meet Beyonce.

Elodie wasn't doing much better. She was pacing. I was beginning to get whiplash just from watching her.

"What do I wear?! How should I do my hair?! Should I curl it or straighten it?! Ace, do you realize the current state of my blood pressure is currently through the roof?! I might have to be hospitalized!" she shrieked. I walked over to her calmly and wrapped her in hug. She returned the hug and muttered into my boob.

She was quite short.

"Here's a solution. How bout you ask him?" I suggested.

"Good call, girl," she said as she frantically tapped away at her phone.

Poor phone.

"OK, how does this sound? 'Hey Harry I was wondering if i needed to wear a dress or anything for our date tonight. xxx El'" she looked at me desparately.

"Yeah sure fine but I want to warn you, he might respond in an extremely pervy manner," I replied.

Sure enough, a couple seconds later, the girl's jaw dropped.

"What did he say?" I questioned. She shoved her phone under my nose in reponse.

"Holy crap! 'Nothing is fine'??? Wow, Harry." I shook my head in disgust.

El looked self conscious all of a sudden. "Do you think he'll..." she stared at her feet.

I sighed. "Honestly, with Harry, you never know," I replied, trying to ward off the flashbacks.

"Oh, God!" El panicked.

"Just.... don't lead him on," I advised and she nodded.

"Oh, I won't. I'm not that kind of girl," she scoffed.

"Well you will be glad to know that it's kind of obvious," I commented.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, anybody that spends fifteen minutes with you can easily tell that you are very pure and nice,"

"Hey, I can be mean!" she argued.

"But you're a virgin,"

"Yeah... is that sad?"

"Nah.... to tell you the truth.... I'm one too. But don't tell the boys that or they will never respect me again!"

"Sisters!" she squealed and hugged me.

"So, if he knows you're so pure, then he likes you for you, not your rack,"

"Awwwwwwwww!" she hugged me again.

I was getting a lot of love lately.

Harry's POV

"You shouldn't have done that, Haz," Lou said to me.

"C'mon, Lou, you don't really think she took it seriously, do you?" I asked him.

"I don't know... but you might have spooked her. She doesn't seem to operate that way..." he stated.

That made me think. There was no doubting she was a virgin. She practically SCREAMED it.

The way she got nervous when Louis or somebody else made a perverted comment.

The way she was in a almost constant state of blush.

It was adorable.

Usually, when I ask a girl out, it's just to get in her pants.

Oh yeah, I wanted to stop that.

But why did I ask her out? I mean, sure, she's pretty, but I could easily get someone equally as pretty to sleep with me and never see her again.

I wasn't sure.

Was it a challenge?

Maybe I like her. I haven't liked her since...

The Incident.

But it's pointless to bring that up. I was sixteen and stupid.

Horribly, embarassingly stupid. I regret it every day.

Oh no. This relationship was not going to end that way. It was going to last.

Failure is not an option.

Harry Styles is a gentlemen. It's about time the world noticed.