A/N: This whole story is dedicated to my best friend Emily May:) She really helps me when I'm feeling down, and is my dearest friend. Just wanted to put that out there:) So what do you guys think? Still too boring? I need some feedback guys, let me know what you think! xx
*HARRYS POV*
I picked Tiffany up off the floor into my arms so she lay bridal-style. “What’s wrong with her?” I asked Louis anxiously.
“Um…”Louis leaned down to listen to her breathing. “I actually think she’s just asleep, mate.” He grinned as I visibly relaxed, relieved that she was okay. “Look at you, being the friendly stranger tonight. Awfully nice of you to bring home such an attractive girl for the lads,” Louis smirked. I rolled my eyes at him, looking down into Tiffany’s face. Her long eyelashes cast shadows on her face, which had a peaceful expression on it; a first for tonight. “…spotted Zayn checking her out,”
“What?” I snapped back to reality as I realized Louis was talking to me.
“I said I think Zayn liked what he saw in the elevator,” Louis winked. I frowned and looked away.
“He doesn’t even know her,” I pointed out.
“I’m sure he’ll make a point to once we get back” Louis replied. I glared at the ground, shifting my weight so I leaned against the wall. I was getting tired, Tiffany wasn’t that heavy but the elevator was taking a long time. We rode the rest of the way up in silence. A ding went off and the doors slid open. I braced myself for another attack, but thankfully it didn’t come. “The lads must have gone into the kitchen or something” Louis remarked. We walked in and I laid Tiff on the couch. As we continued on towards the kitchen we heard Niall exclaim
“Zayn! Stop taking my food!”
“Relax, Niall, you have plenty” Liam’s voice chided him. That’s Daddy Direction, always keeping order.
“Hah!” We walked in just in time to see Zayn stick his tongue out at the blond Irish boy.
“Hey mates,” I said as I dropped into a kitchen chair.
“Harry! Where have you been all night?!” Liam exclaimed.
“Shh keep it down, his girlfriends sleeping on the couch!” Louis reprimanded him with a smirk. I felt my face flush.
“She’s not my girlfriend!” I protested. “I just met her!”
“You mean SAVED her,” Louis added. “He’s been stealing my role as Superman,” he pouted.
“Wait, what?” Liam asked, looking confused. Niall and Zayn also shot me questioning looks. I sighed and explained what happened again.
“And then you guys attacked us with silly string and the elevator went downstairs and she fell asleep in the elevator,” I finished. The lads were silent for a moment ,taking it all in
. “Geez, you’ve had a busy night,” Niall said, breaking the silence.
“You don’t say!” I remarked sarcastically.
“What’s her name again?” Zayn asked.
“Tiffany,” Louis replied before I could. “Like the jewelry store!” He exclaimed. I rolled my eyes.
“Great connection, Lou,” I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
“You’re in a chipper mood,” Liam commented.
“Look, I’m just tired, it’s like 3 am” I grumbled. I stood up, about to walk to my bed, when I heard a noise from the living room.
“Harry?” Tiffany’s voice sounded sleepy and confused. I saw Zayn’s eyes light up as I turned to go to the couch. My eyes narrowed. This could be a problem…
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Her Second Chance-a One Direction story
FanfictionTiffany is walking home one night and gets attacked by a drunk. Luckily, someone is there to save her. To her shock, Tiffany's savior is none other than Harry Styles. Things can't seem to get any better as she becomes close to the lads, especially H...
