Her Second Chance-a One Direction story

Chapter 2

*Harry’s POV*

Shit, she recognized me. Well, I suppose that was inevitable. She’d have known sooner or later. I had kind of been hoping for the later. God, this night had turned out crazy. I had been at the bar, trying to relax, get some alone time, when some fans showed up. Now, don’t get me wrong, I love every single one of my fans, even the crazy ones who throw bras on stage and Koalas at my crotch (seriously? That had hurt…) but I just needed some Hazza time. I had left in such a rush I had forgotten my wallet, and I did NOT want fans getting ahold of that. After I inconspicuously retrieved my possessions, I walked out of the pub, only to find some bastard whaling on a girls face with his fists. I saw red; she was sobbing and begging him to stop. My anger got the best of me and I shoved him off of her. I grabbed her and ran for my life, sprinting like there was no tomorrow. I kept it up until the idiot got hit by a car, thank god. When I actually got a good look at the girl, my heart had fairly stopped. She was gorgeous, like drop-dead gorgeous. Her hair was so long it almost reached her waist, and the natural blond highlights shimmered in the dim lighting. She had a great body, not stick thin like those breakable runway models, but a healthy beautiful figure. When she started talking I could hear the New Yorker in her voice, and I liked her even more. Her name, Tiffany, reminded me of the jewelry store; she was better than their diamonds. I had invited her back to my place without thinking about the fact that all the lads would be there; I just wanted to make absolutely sure she was safe. When she agreed my heart sung and it took a lot of effort to not smile like an idiot. I didn’t want to completely disregard what had just happened; she had almost been raped. But every time I looked at her I could feel a smile on my face. Now things would be ruined. She would go all fangirl on me, start screaming, maybe even faint. Tiffany and I would never work out, she’d only want me for my fame, or for the one of the other boys, or my money.

“Yea, I am” I agree, nodding my head. I tensed up, waiting for her reaction.

“Cool,” She said nonchalantly, and started walking again. Wait, what just happened?

A/N: Suggestions? Comments? Kind of boring and short, but i promise things will get better soon!