Her Second Chance-a One Direction story

Chapter 13

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*CATS POV*

She really needed to calm the fuck down about her body, I thought as I stuffed more ice cream into my mouth and stared dreamily at Niall. Tiffany wasn’t eating very much again, and that could only mean her slightly anorexic habits had started up. That girl didn’t need to do anything to her body, it was normal and beautiful. She had curves, like REAL PEOPLE do, but she thought of it as something bad. A few years ago, she had tried to stop eating with terrible results. She hadn’t been so bad as to need a counselor or shit like that, but she definitely needed me to move in with her for support. Tiff had been fine lately, eating normally and working out, but now that she had met Harry Styles, she probably was feeling insecure again and was resorting to old methods. I would have a talk with her about it later.

“Are you going to finish that, Cat?” I was snapped out of my introspective state by Niall’s question; he was staring hungrily at the remainder of my sundae.

“No, have at it,” I laughed and handed him my dish. I had eaten so much that all I wanted to do was go home and snuggle up with a movie. How fortunate was it that that was next on our plan, and how I would get to snuggle up with a sexy blond leprechaun instead of my pillow.

“Ready to go?” Liam asked, standing up and grabbing Danielle’s hand. They were so dang cute together.

“YAYY” Louis bounced up and yanked Eleanor into his arms, running away towards the door. Then I turned and saw Harry helping Tiff up out of her chair, and the way he looked at her nearly made me melt. WHY CAN’T I HAVE A FUCKING PRETTY REALTIONSHIP TOO.

“Cat?” Niall asked me. I swivel to look at him. “Let’s go, love,” he smiles at me, and I almost sigh with happiness. Maybe a ‘pretty’ relationship is on my horizon too, I think as I stand up and take Niall’s arm, grinning like a huge idiot, I’m sure.

“The vans out back this time,” Zayn called from the front of the group.

“Thank God,” Niall said with relief. We all climbed back into the van, basically sitting on top of each other as everyone was too lazy to deal with seatbelts and legal seating arrangements. Danielle sat on Liam’s lap, El on Lou, Tiff on Haz and me on Niall. That left Zayn and Sarah. She moved to sit on him too, looking triumphant almost, when he hastily scooched over and patted the seat next to him, saying

“Here, it’s alright, I’ll make room.” Looking disappointed, Sarah sat next to him and leaned her head on his shoulder. I could tell what kind of a girl she was. The kind of girl that knew all the right slutty-ass moves to get a guy to fall for her. I was surprised a guy like Zayn would ask that kind of girl out; then I saw how uncomfortable he looked with her leaning on him, and how he kept glancing at Harry and Tiffany and frowning.

“HOLY SHIT!” I yelled out into the car, causing everyone to stop talking at stare at me. I blushed and said, “Um, I just realized we uh, umm, uh that our holiday started today Tiff! We’re free for the next month!” I said quickly, covering up my blunder.

“Really?” Niall asked, looking excited.

“Yeah, that’s right Cat! I actually totally forgot about that, what with all that’s been going on!” Tiffany said happily. As she continued talking I reflected over my discovery. Zayn liked Tiffany! That’s why he brought Sarah with, he wanted to make Tiffany jealous! Obviously it was backfiring on him, Sarah was a whore and Tiff was wrapped up in the deliciousness that was Harry Styles. I would have to have a MAJOR talk with that girl when we got home. I was brought out of my reverie by the realization that Niall Horan had put his arm around me. NIALL HORAN. I looked up and found his crystal clear blue eyes looking down at me.

“What ya thinking about, Cat?” He asked softly, like he really cared about my answer. I shook my head, whispering,

“I’ll tell you later,” adding a wink at the end. He must have been satisfied with my answer, as he nodded and rested his head on top of mine. Inside, I was having a mini-freak out session. It went something like “OMGOMGOMGOMOGMG NIALL FREAKING HORAN IS HOLDING ME IN MY ARMS TAKE THAT TUMBLR BITCHES AND EX-BOYFRIENDS, THE SEXIEST MAN IN THE WORLD IS SNUGGLING WITH ME!” On the outside, I just relaxed and leaned into him, inhaling his cologne. As the others chattered on, the excitement of the day caught up to me and I found myself falling asleep….