Behind Fame (A Harry Styles Fan-Fic)

Chapter 21

Tiff is carefully placing angel hair pasta into four wide bowls when I walk into the kitchen.

"Could you just grab me the pan on the stove love?" She says warmly, seeing my presence.

"Sure." I reply, handing her the pan with what looks like a creamy mushroom sauce. Yum. My favourite! Tiff knows me like her own child.

"I can't believe this!"

"What?" I say puzzled. Is there something wrong with the food?

"What do you mean what?! You bring Harry Styles into my house and expect me not to care?!" Tiff exclaims, spooning some sauce onto the pasta.

"Ohh, right! Hahaha! I don't know, he's actually pretty normal. I mean not the average guy...duhh?! I mean when were alone... he's so gentle, caring and I guess he's stayed really grounded, hasn't let all the girls and money get to him, you know?" I say smiling to myself like an idiot, only to be caught by Tiff.

"Well I'm happy that you're happy darling!"

I love Tiff. She's just so friendly, exciting and happy all the time. I don't think I've ever heard her use a bland or boring voice, she's always excited and happy. I just really admire her confidence and happiness. It's taken it's influence on me over time. I find myself calling people 'babe', 'love', or even 'darling'. It's not a bad thing I guess .

"How long have you too known each other for?" Tiff asks, leaning against the bench, as I mentally prepare myself for the motherly chat. Oh god. My chest aches when I think that I could be having a 'motherly chat' with my own mother if my life had been different. I push the thought away for now, not wanting to welcome the eager pain.

"Well... we actually met last week when I went to that party with Mimi and we just sort of started talking and didn't stop." I say, smiling brightly.

"So you're just dating for the moment?"

"Yeah I guess we are." It's strange to say it. Me dating Harry Styles.

"What happened to his face?"

What the fuck?

Ummm... it's perfect?

"I mean the busies and stuff."

Oh god I have mental issues. I sound like an over obsessive fan. I can't believe how blind I was in that moment. Mental face palm.

Shit. I was hoping to avoid the subject of Harry's bruised face, but I did expect it to be brought up.

"Well... you know Chris?" I look at Tiff's worried face, she nods. "He saw me and Harry together I think and Harry ran out to the shops yesterday night to grab something and Chris got really defensive and literally started a punch up with Harry." I say, the sadness and boiling anger clear in my shaky voice. Tiff looks outraged.

"That dick!" I laugh mentally at her amusing choice of words. "How dare he?! No honestly! You have got to do something about that bastered! We could put him away! You could be safe from him! Paul is very influential with his career level Laura, he could help you put Chris away for as long as possible!" Tiff doesn't pause once in her powerful protest. I know jut how right she is, but I'm so scared. I'm scared of how mad he'll get when he knows I'm the reason he's in jail. I'm scared because when he gets let out of jail, which would surely be soon, he would come for me and more importantly Harry, or anyone apart of my love life.

"No Tiff, really. Just leave it."

"No Laura, you have to let us help you."

"Here's the deal... if he does something terrible again, I'll agree for you to help." I smile lightly, guilt nearly ruining my perfect momentary facade. I know this is a lie. I won't be letting her make a bigger mess of it. Chris will not be a problem. He will not. Not.

Tiff gives me a small and understanding smile and nods, before picking up two bowls of pasta. I grab the other two and follow her towards the dinning and living room. I realise I've just left poor Harry in the room with an overprotective Paul for at least five minutes. Shit.

I walk into the room with Tiff to see a happy, relaxed looking Harry beam up at me with a glass in his hand. Paul looks like he's enjoying himself too. Wow. This is something I didn't expect, the two of them actually getting along.

"Come on lads!" Tiff calls them from the lounge, where they are watching a football game. That's something they have in common! Their love for football! Lovely!

A/N: Read, Vote and Comment your ideas for the story guys!!! I love Tiff! Love you ducklings!!! Thanks for reading!

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