Her Second Chance-a One Direction story

Chapter 28

A/N: HAI GUYS. Thank you to all that voted commented and fanned, literally made my day:) I know this chapter's kinda short, but let meh explain. My best friend EMILYMAY8 is finally in town with me! We live two hours away from each other and we finally get to spend a week together, and i don't want to spend all of it writing. But yeah, I'll try and do a little bit when I can, cause I love everyone who reads my story<3 

OK UH REMEMBER TO VOTE AND COMMENT IF YOU LIKE AND FAN IF YOU WANT AND UH OH YEAH THE UP ALL NIGHT TOUR IS OVER AND IM LIKE CRYING ABOUT THAT BUT I HAVE TICKETS FOR 2013 SO IM NOT COMPLETELY DEAD BUT ALDSKFJA;LDSKFJA;D JUST SO PROUD OF THEM.

Kay hope you like it xx

*TIFFANYS POV*

Zayn and I flew up the stairs at the SYCO building, not bothering to wait for the elevator. We burst into the board room ten minutes late. Luckily nothing had happened yet, only the boys, Cat, and Paul were in there. Harry looked at me like, 'is everything okay?' and I nodded, smiling.

"Hello, everyone," I announced, going over and sitting on Harry's lap.

"Nice of you two to show up," Paul said sarcastically, lunging forward and grabbing the ball that Lou and Niall were tossing back and forth out of their hands.

"Aw, Paul," Louis complained.

"Er, sorry, we had, uh...traffic?" Zayn said, grabbing the chair next to Harry. He reached out and fist-bumped him; I assumed that was their "kiss and make up". I got up and sat on the other side of Haz, as I didn't want to appear indecent in front of management. Cat came and sat next to me, and I turned to talk to her.

"Is everything okay?" She asked in a low voice.

"Yeah, babe, I'm fine, honest," I insisted. She looked doubtful, but was interrupted from asking any more questions as some guys in business suits walked in.

"Hello, boys, Paul, and...Tiffany and Cat?" The one in the tie asked, checking his notes.

"Yes, I' m Tiffany, and she's Cat," I spoke for the both of us, and Cat waved.

"Right, ok, so we need to set up and interview where the boys confirm their relations with these girls, even though we as management have it settled, we need to get rid of rumors." He looked up. "Oh, sorry girls, I'm John,"

"And I'm Ryan," the other guy piped in. Cat and I nodded, wanting them to get on with it.

"Ok, so, the interview willl be tonight, with a local radio station, and the girls can go if they want, don't have to, whatever. They will not be doing interviews as of right now." John continued.

"Oh, and Harry and Zayn?" Ryan interjected. They both looked up from their phones, obviously not paying attention. "Is there anything we need to work out?" He asked bluntly. The boys looked at each other and grinned.

"Nope," Harry said, turning back to Ryan and smiling innocently. He gave them a warning look but didn't contine.

"Did any paparazzi get pictures of what happened at the show last night?" Liam spoke for the first time. Shit, I hadn't even thought about that.

"Luckily, no." John sighed, sitting down in one of the huge chairs. "But there are reports of fans seeing security drag a man away from the back of the building, causing a small bit of fan suspicion."

"Jesus, how do you know all this?" Cat asked, her eyes wide. The men grinned.

"We have....researchers...who watch Tumblr, Twitter, Facebook, etc," Ryan told her. "We'd be crazy not to follow what fans are thinking."

"You guys think of everything," she remarked, leaning back in her chair. Niall grinned at her and she stuck her tongue out at him, then winked.

"ANYways," Ryan continued. "We've already been filled in on the Rob situation, so really the only question is what do we want to do about it." Harry looked up again, finally paying attention.

"Tiffany?" John asked. I bit my lip.

"We want to get, like, a lawyer, or some sort of legal counsel," Harry saved me from answering. I shot him a grateful look. "They can help us find a legal way to deal with it."

"Alright, we'll get on that, in the meantime, do you want extra security? We want you to feel safe," John looked at me concernedly. I guess he had also heard about my lovely crying episode last night.

"Um..." I began, not really knowing what to say. Everyone was looking at me expectantly. "Uh, no, I don't want security following me around everywhere," I decided.

"Trust me, you get used to it," Louis yawned, stretching out in his chair. Paul rolled his eyes while Niall cracked up.

"Your choice," John shrugged. "Okay, I think that about covers everything, you boys have a book signing that you need to leave for, and then the interview tonight, and the girls can go, uh, live their lives, and good-bye," He exited with a flourish. Ryan smiled politely at us, grabbed all the papers John had left behind, and followed him out the door. I exhaled, relieved. I had expected it to be a lot worse. 

"Right then, we have to go, boys," Paul interjected. I pouted at Harry. 

"Sorry babe, the fans await," Harry leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. 

"Go. Have fun. Make some girls scream." I pushed him away, causing him to grin.

"You're leaving me? Thats, it, Niall, the last straw," Cat said dramatically, throwing her hands up in the air. Niall looked worried for a split second, then relaxed as Cat smirked at him. 

"Bye, babes," he gave her a hug. 

"Are you guys coming to the interview tonight?" Louis asked, snatching the ball back from Paul and throwing it at Zayn. 

"Uhmmm........." I looked at Cat, who nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, sure."

"Good," Harry smiled at me, causing my heart to go crazy. 

"Okay, I'll have one of the lads text you the info, right now we have. to. go." Paul started pushing Liam out the door. 

"Alright, alright, we're going!" Liam said irritably. "C'mon, guys!" We all filed out of the room. The lads drove off in a black van and I called a taxi. 

"Soooooo whadya wanna doooooo?" Cat asked me as soon as we sat down in the cab. 

"Uh, I don't know about you, but I need to do some laundry if we're going to have anything to wear to the guy's interview tonight," I laughed. 

"NO. WE'RE GOING SHOPPING." She said' decidedly. 

"Don't you have to work?" I asked doubtfully. 

"No, I finished that photo shoot job last week, remember? And my next job doesn't start for another two weeks," she said, pleased with the way the scheduling had worked out. 

"Okay, fine," I gave in happily, not about to turn down a shopping opportunity. 

"Let's go shoppingggggg!" She squealed.