Her Second Chance-a One Direction story

Chapter 29

Authors Note. I WROTE THIS SHITTY CHAPTER, NOT SONYA. SORRY IT'S SO SHORT. 

EmilyMay8

*TIFFANYS POV*

"Oh my God, my legs are so sore," I moaned as I fell into the booth at our favorite local restaurant, Franco Manca. Cat slid in on the opposite side. 

"Me too, God, you'd think that all this shopping would count as working out," she complained, opening up the menu. 

"Do you just wanna split a pizza?" I mused, glancing over the list of entrees. "I'm not that hungry."

"Sounds good," she agreed, taking a sip of water. "Now that that's out of the way...how are you doing?" She looked concerned. I sighed.

"I'm fine. I've just been trying to block last night out as much as possible. I feel so bad, that Harry had to see all that shit and that him and Zayn were fighting...it's just a mess." I ran my hand through my hair tiredly. "But I'm fine. Whatever." I tried to smile at her convincingly. It didn't work.

"That's bullsh-" She was cut off by the waiter who had just arrived. "Ah, hello there," Cat smiled at him as I giggled. She gave him our order quickly and, after a wary glance at her, he left. "As I was saying," she continued. "You are not fine. You might be better, but you are not fine. What will make you okay again?" She asked, exasperated. I paused, momentarily stumped by her question. 

"I guess...I just don't want Rob in my life. I don't want him where he can hurt me or anyone I care about." I said, biting my lip. "But I don't think even a lawyer can help with that."

"Shut up and think positive." Cat brushed off my doubts. "Let's talk about something fun," She said, abruptly changing the subject. "I wonder what the interview tonight will be like!"

"I don't know! I'm kind of nervous, even though we won't be the ones being interviewed." I took a bite out of the breadsticks the waiter had brought out, trying to quench my fears with food. 

"I know, I keep wondering what the fans will do when they find out we're dating the boys," She looked a bit frightened.

"It'll be okay," I reassured her.

"At least we'll look hot," she mused. "That outfit you got is to die for." I grinned.

"Thanks. Niall will love yours," I winked. 

"I don't think Harry will like yours," she began slowly and stared at the table, my eyes widened.

"What?" I squeaked, "Really?" 

"I think he'd like it better off you," she whispered scandalously and poured salt onto her hand, playing with it while smirking. 

"Cat!" I exclaimed at hit her in the arm just as the waiter reappeared. She just grinned at me smugly and shrugged as if to say, "Hey! What can you do?" The waiter set our dishes down with a hesitant smile. "Can I get you two anything else?" he asked and we shook our heads. "Alright then, enjoy," he turned and left, once again. 

"We really can't afford this," I sighed and gestured to one hand to show the manicures she spontaniously treated us to. She just shrugged and gave me a semi-sad smile. 

"I love you!" I chirped, trying to lighten my own mood. 

"I love you back," she said with a wink and dug into our pizza. After we finished we went back to the apartment and excitedly put on our new clothes and did our makeup. 

"Shit," I muttered, "Cat! Come fix me!" I sighed and tried to straighten the top of my one shouldered tan romper. She came in looking neat and tidy, dressed in high-waisted black shorts with a striped black and white shirt. She had her hair down and in curls, pushed back with a red bow, matched with red peep toe wedges. I sighed. 

"You're gorgeous," I muttered and touched one of her curls gently. 

"As are you," she began tugging at the top of my romper and then stepped back with a smile. "Now sit," she ordered and began to run her fingers through my hair as soon as I sat down. She finished my hair in record time, doing it in an off to the side french braid gathered into a messy bun. To top off the whole ordeal she placed a small white flower at the base of the bun. After a few minutes of digging through her closet, she shoved a pair a white stilettos at me with a matching white clutch. I smiled and pulled on the shoes, then examined myself in the mirror with a sigh. 

"Ready chicà?" she asked me with a sly smile. 

"As I'll ever be," I said back and ran my fingers through my bangs. She gave me a reassuring smile and we set out to go to the interview. 

When we got to the radio station we were mobbed by paparazzi, and unfortunately had to be rescued by security. 

"What the fuck was that about?!" Cat fumed. 

"We're dating famous people, darling, that should be expected," I sighed as we were lead through hallways towards the studio. 

"And look who's here! It's Tiffany and Cat! Come on over here ladies and tell us a little about what it's like dating pop-stars!" a mans voice said as soon as the door opened. My eyes widened in fear, but I could do little about it as Cat and I were shoved past the divider of the studio.