FIX ME WITH YOUR LOVE- HARRY STYLES FANFIC.

Recreating the Best Moments.

Song for this chapter: I Won't Give Up- Jason Mraz

HARRY's POV:

Well, I feel pretty damn idiodic. I should, shouldn't I? All couples fight sooner or later, and it only makes them stronger. At least that's what Mum says. And what Louis says sometimes. I sit alone in this hotel room, somewhere in Chicago.

Tomorrow, off to another city in another state. And hopefully, I'll have Gretchen by my side.

I go into the bathroom, and splash water in my face. The chill excites my senses, I feel as if I've just woken up from a brutally long nap: one only Zayn would take. I stare into the mirror, looking for a decent reflection.

Not a reflection of what I look like, but a reflection of who I am.

All I see is a plain ass person with a long career in front of him. Nothing more. Where's the charming, compassionate man that loves Gretchen with all his heart? Where's the guy who just knows how relationships work- and how to fix them? Where's the guy who will stop at nothing to win back his love?

Is he gone?

Has the jealous, dirty, greedy, arrogant side dissolved everything he ever was? The kind of boyfriend he was? Has it all disappeared into one fight? Some text messages? Another boy? Jealousy? Stardom? Is the real Harry Styles.. gone?

I run the sink water again, cupping my hands and watching the water flow in, as I smash the frigid liquid against my skin. It feels refreshing, and I repeat this several times.

I take a towel, dry off my face, and then look into the mirror again. This time, I see someone different. I see someone desperate for love: for Gretchen's love. I see someone who's ready to face his mistakes- despite all the consequences he may face.

That 'someone' is me.

Who am I?

Harold Edward Styles.

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With that attitude, I exit the bathroom with vigor, determined to fix my relationship... And find Niall.

But then I realize, I look like a bloody mess. So I take out a loose, grey tee with a pocket right over my heart, glance down at my 'I Can't Change' tattoo, pull on a new pair of skinny jeans, grab my keys, my PHONE, and slam that mother fucking door behind me.

I imagine Gretchen in my head as I walk down the hallway to Niall's room. Her hair cascading down her arched-in back, past her square, even shoulders. Her eyes sparkling, and looking right at me with comfort, affection and love. Her lips: which I may note are one my favorite of her features, outlined, plush and pink- moving gently and in sync with mine. Her legs: Long, skinny, Cerecic, and beautiful.

I let my hand wander down to the door knob in front of me, and then I realize... I need a key.

I know twice, gently on the door and stare through the peephole until two fiercely blue eyes glare at me. The door cracks, and moans open. There's Niall, smiley and calm as ever. No wonder Gretchen is so close to him, so trusting with him. I should have done that.

"Hi Harry.." he says gently, as we haven't spoken since last night when he asked if Gretchen can stay with him. "What can I do for you, lad?"

I shiver quickly, forcing more eye contact. I bite my bottom lip until it seriously hurts, and swallow hard.

Confidence, Harry.

"Niall...?", I start as his face soon turns to be more concerned, his face flushed and a sensitive smile. He nods. "I want to get Gretchen back."