Her Second Chance-a One Direction story

Chapter 3

A/N: Sorry for the short chapters, I just cut them off when a section sort of ends. I try to make up for it by uploading them kind of often, but the next one will be longer. Sorry if this is boring you, promise it will get better:) Thanks for reading, vote and comment!

*TIFFANY’S POV*

“Cool,” I said, and started walking again. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his expression turn to one of confusion. He probably thought I would start screaming and crying, asking for a picture and autograph. I knew what he was thinking. And what I was thinking was, “If I ever want a chance with this boy, I will not start fangirling and treating him like a celebrity. He probably hates that. I am going to treat him like a normal person.” That was what I tried to look like on the outside. On the inside my reaction was more like “ASDUSDF ADSKFDSKAFJS OMFUCKINGGEE THAT’S HARRY FUCKING STYLES HE JUST FUCKING SAVED ME AND HELD ME AND TOUCHED ME OMGOMGOMG”. But he probably wouldn’t like that…

“Tiffany?” He asked, catching up to me.

“Yeah?” I replied.

“You know I’m in a band called One Direction, right?” I rolled my eyes.

“Of course I do, Harry, I’d have to blind and deaf not to know about you” I laughed.

“And that doesn’t…bother you?” He questioned cautiously.

“Bother me?” I answered incredulously. “Why in the world would it bother me? You’re freaking Harry Styles! And I’m meeting you!” Oops, calm down Tiff, treat him normally. I lowered my excitement level a bit, adding tenderly “Plus you saved me. You’re amazing.” He blushed and looked down.

“You’re just not acting like I expected you would,” he mumbled.

“Did you expect me to faint at the very sight of you?” I laughed.

“Well I wouldn’t have been surprised,” he grinned as he looked up. I smirked.

“I see someone has a rather big ego”.

“Not ego, just past experience” he said, winking at me. I felt myself melt a little. I mean, I wasn’t like a super fan of One Direction. I liked them, but I wasn’t a “Directioner” or whatever they called it. I had followed to boys on X Factor, and watched the video diaries, but that was about it. Their music was catchy, and they were all dreamy gorgeous, but as I was never going to meet them, I didn’t really pour my heart into them. Except now Harry Styles was standing in front of me, smiling and winking. “Earth to Tiffany!” I heard him say.

“Sorry!” I snapped out of it, blushing as I realized I had been staring.

“No problem,” he smirked. “Let’s go, my flat is just up the street,” he said, grabbing my hand and leading the way. “Oh, by the way, I share the flat with Louis, and the other boys will probably be around. Is that okay?” He glanced down at my face worriedly.

“Yea, that’s completely fine!” I said. “You really don’t have to take me. I can go home, it’s only like a 20 minute walk from here,” I insisted. He turned to stare at me.

“20 minutes?!” He exclaimed. “That’s a bloody long walk! And it’s late, you are definitely staying with me.”

“Ok, whatever you say” I laughed, giving in. And to be honest, giving in wasn’t that hard.