Her Second Chance-a One Direction story

Chapter 24

A/N: This chapter wouldn't have happened if I hadn't had the help of EmilyMay8, she is the most amazayn girl on the planet and I'm lucky enough to have her as my best frannnn<3 Go read her two stories, Behind Her Masks and Our Little Secret:) They both are fantastic, my fav stories on Wattpad, and maybe if you give her enough reads and votes she will update;) HINT HINT WINK WINK. 

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“I want, I want, I want, to be loved by you,” the boys finished the last lyric and Cat and I jumped up and cheered obnoxiously. Harry smirked and took a deep bow. Before he stood up Louis ran up behind him and leap-frogged over him, causing them to both tumble face first on the stage. Niall began laughing hysterically, while Liam sighed and ran over to lift them up. Zayn just rolled his eyes and walked off stage. I frowned and elbowed Cat.

“What’s up with Zayn?”

“Tiffany, obviously he’s pissed off about you and Harry. You’re going to need to do something about it soon.” Cat said in a serious tone, yet never taking her eyes off Niall. I sighed, then brightened up as Harry picked himself up off the ground and turned towards us.

“You guys sound amazing,” I said, walking up to the stage, trying not to release my inner fangirl and gush.

“Why thank you Tiffany, although I believe Niall was flat on that last bit,” Louis popped up from his position on the floor, winking at me.

“Was not!” Niall protested.

“Was too!”

“Not!”

“Was!”

“HEY!” Cat shouted in the midst of their arguing. The boys paused and looked at her. “He wasn’t flat, don’t offend my baby,” she cooed, hopping up on stage and pulling Niall into a hug. He grinned and stuck his tongue out at Louis behind her back, who made a face and turned his back on them.

“Glad you liked it,” Harry gave me a breathtaking smile and took my hands.

“I loved it,” I responded, immediately falling prey to his hypnotizing green eyes. He pulled me closer and wrapped his arms around me.  He leaned in until our foreheads touched, and our faces were just inches apart. My breathing sped up, and our lips touched-

“HARRY!” We both jumped apart, startled. We looked over at Zayn, who had yelled out beside the stage. He was staring at us with a slightly panicked expression on his face.

“What, Zayn?” Harry asked patiently, although he was clearly annoyed.

“Oh, uh, your phone went off,” Zayn said, clearing his throat. He kept glancing at me, looking uncomfortable.

“Uh, my phone’s right here, mate,” Harry frowned and took his phone out of his pocket. Now I was annoyed; Zayn needed to stop being immature.

“Oh, sorry, must’ve been someone else’s then,” Zayn commented unapologetically, examining his shoes with great interest. Harry rolled his eyes and turned back to me.

“You want to grab something to eat before the show?” He asked, trying to change the subject.

“Sure, let’s go,” I replied, anxious to escape Zayn and his death glares. We walked off stage and walked hand in hand to the hotel coffee shop. Yep, the hotel had a coffee shop. Just goes to show what money can buy.