FIX ME WITH YOUR LOVE- HARRY STYLES FANFIC.

The Grand Finale: Fixed With Love.

Song for this chapter: All I Want For Christmas Is You- Mariah Carey

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3 MONTHS LATER: GRETCHEN IS SUPPOSED TO BE GOING TO COLLEGE, BUT SHE'S TRAVELING WITH THE BOYS & HAD PREMISSION TO START HER FRESHMAN YEAR WHEN THE TOURS ARE OVER.

LOCATION: Harry & Gretchen's apartment in Philadelphia [yes they moved in together]

TIME: 11:34 pm, December 24th -- right after getting home from Louis' birthday party.

GRETCHEN's POV:

I gasped for air. My chest rising as my lungs filled with oxygen. I felt Harry giggle beside me. I sunk my head into my pillow, and starred blankly at the ceiling. Still laughing, the shirtless Harry leaned over me, bent down and once again pressed his lips to mine. Now, the blankets are pointless, when all my warmth is coming from Harry's body. His HALF-NAKED body.

This kiss was rough and sexy. His hands in my hair, creating fistfuls of knots that I will have to untangle in the morning. Zoe's going to kill me, she told me not to mess up my hair! But who cares. It's Harry's fault. Zoe can help me detangle it in the morning.

I run my hands down Harry's torso- his skin soft and his body muscular. His lips all over mine. His tongue squeezing itself in-between my lips and through my viscous kiss and killer teeth, but nonetheless, he succeeds and our tongues are racing.

I feel his hands travel down from my hair, and are soon near my stomach, and as we snog, I can feel him playing with the hems of my shirt. His thumbs trace circles along my waist and on my stomach. He's so seducive, and I want to give in to him. I want him on me. I just don't know how we even got to this point.

His lips leave mine, and again I gasp for air, I giggle and Harry's breath blowing on me as he pressed ginger kisses to neck-- soon enough finding my sensitive spot.

I groaned.

His chuckled, and kissed that same spot.

I groan. "Harry.." I say, so weakly it's almost a whimper. He looks up at me, with a huge smile on his face: satisfied that he was able to get his shirt off, and seriously give me a pleasant snog.

"Harry, what are we doing?" I say as innocently as a child asking their first question about sex. Harry chuckles, and places two sweet pecks to my cheek.

"What do you think we're doing?" he says, his voice echoed with laughter. I giggle, and smile. Hmm.. Harry sex doesn't sound totally awful-- in fact, not bad at all. I swallow hard, and force eye contact. His ocean eyes always get me. I move onto my side, and prop myself up on my elbow, my head resting in the palm of my hand.

"Gretchen, if you don't want to do this.. Or if you can't.." he says, referring to the fact that I have Cerebral Palsy, and I might not have the strength.

"No, I can. But.. Are you sure?" I say, biting my lip and fluttering my eyelashes.

"I love you Gretchen. And I know that you love me. It's been months now without any issues- and I think we'd be treating ourselves." he says with a cheeky grin, "But of course, no pressure. If you don't want to.. I can wait. You have to be comfortable, and willing. Otherwise its not the same."

"Damn, so you're some kind of sex expert now?" I joke, as he squeezed me cheeks and pecked my lips. "And clearly you're very comfortable with your body.." I tease further, but I give in.

"You should be too." he jokes, letting his hand rest on my stomach, and his nose nuzzled on my cheek. I turn and sit up, taking Harry by the hand and sitting him up too. I sit back on my heels, lean forward and pull him in, kissing him.