FIX ME WITH YOUR LOVE- HARRY STYLES FANFIC.

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HELLO MY LOVELY READERS!(:

okay, I'll get this apology over with already. I'm sooo sorry that it's been taking me FOREVER to upload these chapters; but HERE IS MY LAMEASS EXCUSE:

okay.. so I was on a massive vacation :P I went to Europe for 12 days, and I had no internet for 8/12 so I couldn't write at all (except for a tiny bit that I wrote on my iPad). BUT NOW I'M BACK; AND I'M HERE TO STAY FOR A WHILE SO EXPECT FAIRLY FREQUENT UPDATES!!

And now to disappoint you again.. this chapter is sooo sad & really dramatic.. but at the same time kinda cute. Gretchen goes through a really difficult time, and definitely needs some inspiration.. SOOOO..

Song: Skyscraper by Demi Lovato   [you'll understand why I chose this artist later on(; ]

Hope you enjoy it! Love you ALL!

Lauren

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PS- like the new cover?

GRETCHEN's POV:

"Did you have fun tonight, love?" Harry asked, locking his fingers and eyes with mine.

The answer was easy. YES. I've only been on a couple dates in my life, all of them with Dylan except for this one. This night, this date, was probably the best day of my life. I went shopping with Niall and.. kinda Liam.. bought the most amazing outfit that I could ever own, and then went on my first date with Harry. The whole night, I was thinking about how special I felt to have a guy like him.

All night, I felt those sensational tingles running through my whole body, whenever he held me, or pressed a warm, passionate kiss to my lips. I felt the whole world was fine. There was no drama. No one to judge me. The whole world, at last, was in balance.

"It was the best night of my life, Haz," I said, inching upward and kissed him. After letting those throughts run through my mind, I couldn't think of anything I wanted more, than to kiss him. His lips were warm, and linger on top of, below and inbetween mine. I could feel his lips clenching, as they moved with traces of agression all over my mouth.

His hand ran to the back of my head, as he toyed with my curly blonde locks. I clutched onto his shirt, pulling him closer into me as our kiss deepened to a lovely snog.

My lips trembled, but they managed to keep up with his. I could feel Harry supressing a sexy smirk, but I just kept on holding him close to me, our lips still moving rapidly. His hands slowly made themselves mid-way down my sides, and kept inching lower and lower till they were as low as my waist can possibly go.

I felt him prop open his mouth for a dead two seconds, both of us snatching ourselves a breath, and then just letting our lips linger on each others' before we finally looked up at each other, and our lips parted.

"It was the best night of your life?" he questioned further, knotting his fingers around my waist so that they laid just above my tush.

It really has been, considering my nights usually end up: me sitting in my room, wishing I could be anyone but me. The lights dim, Winston working in the living room, Zoe sometimes sleeping, snoring beside me in my room. I let a small, and sweet smile find my lips, and I let my dimples appear.

"The best night of my life. That's a guarantee." I said with a smile that had grown to be as cheeky as Harry's always is.

Harry then pulled me into a hug, resting his chin on my shoulder, and taking a deep breath. The air, swishing my curls off that area of my back, and his warm chest pressed against mine.