Her Second Chance-a One Direction story

Chapter 31

A/N: Heyyyy guisseeeee. 

I'm tired. 

I think this chapter might be shit, and I'm sorry if it's not what you guys wanted. I'm just trying to write what I want, but still want people to like it, you know? Yeah? Maybe?

But a HUGEEEE thank you to everyone who comments and votes and fans because every time you do it puts a big stupid smile on my face:) I try and respond to everyone, and I'd love it if you'd keep it up:D 

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*TIFFANYS POV*

"Wow," I blinked, looking around at the resturaunt bustling with people. "I'm really suprised no one has recognized you yet."

"Or you," Harry pointed out, taking a bite of his pasta. I rolled my eyes at him. We were in a rather secluded corner of one of my favorite places to eat, Hix. I was glad he hadn't rented out a whole building or something, like lots of celebrity couples do. This made me feel a bit more normal, and let me (almost) forget the fact that my boyfriend was famous. Which reminded me. 

"So, the interview was...interesting." I commented, bringing it up for the first time since we had arrived. He laughed. "I so did not want to go through that!" I whined. "And why was it only me and Cat? Where were Dani and El?"

"I'm actually not sure," Harry answered, still smiling from my obvious interview fright. "Probably because the public has known about them for awhile, and everyone likes them." I suddenly remembered a random fact Cat had told me before we knew the boys; while the fans all loved Louis and Liam's girlfriends, anyone Harry was connected to got massive amounts of hate. I swallowed and pushed the thought away. "At least it's over now," he said comfortingly, taking my hand. I put a smile on my face. 

"Yea, let's talk about something else. NOT Rob," I said, as he opened his mouth to speak. He smiled, though it looked rather sad. 

"You're a mind reader."

"No, just getting better at reading you," I laughed. 

"Well, what do you want to talk about?" He asked, leaning back in his chair. His beautiful eyes found mine and bore into them. It took me a moment to remember he was waiting for an answer. 

"Okay, this is super cheesy, but what do you want to do with your life?" I said, asking a question I had been wondering for a while. "I mean, I know you have One Direction, obviously, but where do you guys want to take the band? What's one of your main goals?" I leaned over the table. "Oh geez, I sound like an interviewer," I laughed at myself. 

"No, I like this question," he grinned at me. "And to be honest, I don't really know. Pretty much all of our dreams have literally come true. It's incredible, you know, to just think about how, two years ago, we were all on the X Factor, just about shitting ourselves going through auditions." His eyes were shining, and he moved his hands through the air animatedly as he talked. "I want to keep traveling the world and spread the love I have for what I do, and keep having a positive effect on people's lives." He looked at me. "Now I'm the one who's getting all cheesy," he laughed rather sheepishly. 

"And I love it," I said truthfully. I was touched by how honest and open he was being, and how down to Earth. 

"Now it's your turn," he sang, leaning forward. "Tell me what your life is about." I sighed.

"I have absolutely no fucking idea," I said. "It's really pathetic. Once I graduated high school, all I wanted was to get out of New York."

"Why?" He interjected.

"Just cause. I don't know. Wanted to travel, I guess. So I applied to colleges overseas, and got accepted. Going to school to be a forensic scientist, but I'm not even 100 percent sure that's what I want to do." I paused, taking in how intently he was listening. "So here I am. Just kind of...living life, I suppose," I laughed, trying to blow over how boring my life was compared to his. He looked at the table, and was silent for a moment. 

"But that's why I like you," He said suddenly. "You might not have your life planned out, but that's fine. I sure as hell didn't when I audtioned. Not having a plan can lead you to taking chances, and taking chances can lead you to the best things in your life. I mean," he smiled, "if I wasn't in the band, I never would've met you." My eyes started to fill, and my heart swelled. He leaned forward even more, the intensity in his voice building. "And Tiff, I lo-"

"Are you two finished?" I ripped my eyes from Harry's to find a waiter looking at us expectantly. Glancing at Harry, I saw him look at the guy irritatedly. 

"Uh, yeah, thanks," I answered quickly, wanting the waiter to leave so Harry could finish his sentence. What was he trying to say?

"Alright, and here's the bill," the waiter said, taking our plates and placing the bill on the table. Harry quickly pulled out some cash and paid. 

"Let's go," he said, standing up. 

"Where?" I asked, confused. Our date couldn't be over already, could it? Harry's half-finished sentence was still bothering me.

"Part two," he grinned, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the door.