Her Second Chance-a One Direction story

Chapter 21

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*HARRY’S POV*

“MAKE SURE MINE HAS MARSHMELLOWS!” Louis bellowed from the living room. 

“I second that,” Liam added, his voice rather hard to hear due to the TV blaring. 

“Fine, but only if you go to bed right after, you have a concert tomorrow!” Tiffany chided. I smiled at her being all motherly. She fit right in. 

“Speaking of the concert,” I began, sliding up next to her and putting my arms around her waist. I could feel her breathing speed up and I smiled. 

“Yes?” She asked when I paused.

“You and Cat should come with us! It’s a birthday party, so all we’ll really need to do is show up, sing, sign some cards, take some pictures, and leave! We can go to dinner or whatever afterwards.” I began to kiss her neck persuasively and she giggled.

“Stop it, you’re making it hard to pour the powder!” She protested, spilling some chocolate on the floor.

“Will you come?” I pressed.

She turned to face me. “I’ll have to check with Cat, but I’m 99 percent sure she’ll go, so fine,” she grinned. 

“Yes!” I pumped my fist in the air. She rolled her eyes and continued to make the hot chocolate. Suddenly, I heard a ringing come from the living room. 

“TIFFANY YOUR PHONE IS RINGING!” Louis yelled loudly. 

“Shut up, Lou, Zayn’s sleeping!” Tiff said as she ran into the living room.

“Not anymore,” Zayn commented as he walked into the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water. 

“Hey mate,” I greeted him cheerfully. He just glanced at me and nodded, proceeding to walk to the living room and lie down on the floor. “Oh-kay…” I said under my breath. Something was definitely up with him. I decided not to push it tonight, we all really needed to sleep soon. 

“Louis, give me my phone!” Tiffany whined. I poked my head in to see him holding it above his head, just out of her reach. 

“Oooh, who’s Rob?” He leered at her as he checked the caller ID. Tiffany paled a bit and stopped jumping. I sucked in my breath and, making a snap decision, dashed over to Louis and snatched the phone out of his hands.

“No, Haz, just hit ignore, don’t talk to him!”  Tiffany begged. I hesitated, and, in doing so, missed the call. I reluctantly handed the phone back to her. Some color had returned to her face, but she still looked a bit shaken.

“We need to block his number from your phone, or change your number, or SOMETHING. He needs to stop bothering you.” I said firmly, grasping her by the shoulders and looking steadily into her eyes. 

“Er, sorry to interrupt, but what is going on? A bit confused here…who is Rob?” Liam asked, standing up with a puzzled look on his face. “Yeah, explain please,” Louis added. Zayn remained silent, watching us intently.

I ignored Liam’s question, waiting for Tiffany’s answer. She finally gave me a tiny nod.

“Fine. We’ll do it tomorrow.” She sighed, shifting her glance away from mine. I needed her to tell me what he had done to her, but she wasn’t the type of person you could force answers from. Maybe I would have to ask Cat some time tomorrow….

“Umm, so how about that hot chocolate?” I was broken out of my reverie by Louis’s question. I realized it had broken a rather awkward silence, and let my hands drop from Tiff’s shoulders. 

“Sure, yeah, it’s almost done,” Tiffany said quickly, escaping to the kitchen. Liam sent me a questioning look, but I just shook my head tiredly. I sat down on the couch, yawning. I needed sleep, but it would be hard to do that tonight knowing Rob was out there thinking about Tiffany. “Here ya go, two hot chocolates with marshmellows!” Tiff came out carrying the mugs loaded with whipped cream and chocolate shavings. 

“Wow, nice Tiff!” Louis said appreciatively. 

“This looks professional,” Liam commented approvingly. 

“Oh, thanks guys,” Tiffany said distractedly, coming over to sit next to me. I put my arm around her and she lay her head on my shoulder. “Can I just stay over here tonight?” she asked in a tired voice. “I don’t want to, er, interrupt Cat and Niall, plus I’m basically dead.”

“Sure, love,” Zayn answered before I could. “Do you want to sleep in my room? I know Harry prefers sleeping alone…” I stared at him, disbelieving. Liam and Louis also frowned. 

“What the hell are you talking about Zayn? Where did you get that information from?” I said in an incredulous voice. “Tiffany will sleep in my room, its fine.”

“Why don’t you let her choose?” Zayn’s voice had turned harsh, surprising me. What the fuck was wrong with him? Ever since I brought Tiffany home, he had turned all pissy. Maybe he didn’t understand that Tiff and I were dating, as in together. 

“I’ll just go with Harry, I don’t want to cause a fuss,” Tiff said awkwardly, shifting uncomfortably in her seat. I was going to kill Zayn. 

“But-“ Zayn was cut off by Liam.

“Zayn, just drop it.” 

“Come on, let’s go to sleep,” I stood and scooped Tiffany up into my arms.

“Yeah, we should all do that, lads,” Louis piped up, being weirdly responsible for a change. Zayn said something else, but I had already walked into my room and shut the door. 

I smiled crookedly. “I can sleep in here too, right? I don’t have to use the couch this time?” I asked her teasingly. She grinned and lay back on the bed, patting the spot next to her. I launched myself onto the bed, causing her to fly up a few feet. I caught her and pulled her close. “I’m sorry about Rob, and Zayn, and all of this,” I said softly. She nestled her head into the crook of my neck.

“It’s not your fault,” she whispered. I thought about that for a few minutes. 

“Then whose is it?” I asked, brushing hair away from her face. She didn’t answer me, and I noticed her breathing had slowed. She was adorable, sleeping in my arms once again. I sighed and settled in, hoping to gain a few hours of sleep.