Her Second Chance-a One Direction story

Chapter 33

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*CATS POV*

I glanced at my watch. "Where the hell are they?" I demanded, leaning into Niall as we sat on the couch at his place watching Batman. 

"Relax, babe, it's only like eleven," he chuckled.

"I know, but I'm used to having her around me," I pouted. He laughed again.

"You sound like her mum," he commented.

"Don't you ever repeat that!" I gasped. 

"Then stop worrying! Just calm down," he leaned over and kissed me. I kissed him back, smiling. We were interuppted by a shrill ringing noise. He pullled away.

"Shit, sorry, that's me," he groaned, grabbing his phone off the table. I leaned back on the couch, breathing slightly harder than normal. That boy and his damn kisses had a way of making my heart beat abnormally fast. "Ello?" He answered. "Oh, hey, Paul. Nothing, just hanging with Cat," he winked at me. "What's up?" He listened intently for a moment. "Oh! That was quick!" His smile faded just a tiny bit. "No, no, that's great, just way sooner than I had expected. Yeah, I recken so," He sighed. "I know, I know, I guess I had forgotten. Yeah. Yeah. Alright, bye," he said, and hung up. He ran his hands through his hair, mussing it up. 

"What's up, babe?" I asked, smoothing his hair back down. 

"Paul called to confirm when our next tour will be," Niall answered slowly. 

"Oh? When?" I asked absentmindedly, grabbing my phone and checking to see if Tiff had texted me. She hadn't.

"Next month." I felt my mouth drop open to form a O. 

"Thats...soon." I said blankly. He nodded, sighing again. "I mean...that's great, Nialler! Going on tour must be incredible, this is good!" I shook myself out of it, placing a fake smile on my face. Only a month left with him...I could feel my stomach drop as I thought about it. 

"This doesn't change anything, you know," he said quickly. "About me and you, I mean. We'll still be together." I half-smiled as he reassured me. Yeah, we would technically be "together", but we wouldn't actually be together. I had tried long-distance in the past; hadn't really worked out. 

"I know," I said, not voicing what my thought process was going through. "I'm not worried," I lied, and lifted my head to kiss him on the cheek.

"Good," He smiled down at me, though I could see from the doubt in his eyes that he wasn't fully convinced. 

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*TIFFANYS POV*

"Stop it, please, please, please, STOP!" I scream as another stinging blow hits me. He chuckles darkly and ignores my pleas. 

"Do you see what happens when you leave me, Tiffany? Doesn't feel so good to be broken up now, does it?" His voice rises until he's screaming at me. "DOES IT?" He hits me even harder. 

"Rob," I sob. "Stop it, STOP IT!" My shrieks continue to grow.

"Tiff? Tiffany? Babe, wake up, wake up!" A different voice broke into the nightmare. I became aware of someone not hitting, but shaking me, and my eyes flew open to reveal a scared looking Harry staring down at my face.

"H-Harry?" I asked, and my voice broke.

"Yea, love, it's me, what's wrong?" He answered urgently, sitting me up and pulling me into a hug. I struggled to hold back tears of relief. It was a dream. Just a dream.

"I-I had a dream," I said. I was hesitant to tell Harry the full nature of it; I didn't want him even more worried than he was now. But he didn't look convinced.

"You were shouting," he said doubtfully. "I heard Rob's name." I swallowed.

"Um...it wasn't a great dream..." I trail off, taking deep breaths to calm myself. God, get a grip Tiff, I tell myself. You just had a fucking fantastic night with your freaking boyfriend, and you wake up with a bloody nightmare? A blush rose to my cheeks as I became reminded of last night, and I winced to think of how Cat would react to my er...."sleepover" with Harry.

"Babe?" I turned to find Harry looking at me a bit confused.

"Nevermind, I'm fine now," I sighed, and leaned over and kissed him. "Especially now that you're here," I added, winking. He laughed.

"I never left," he chuckled, leaning back against the pillows. He picked up his phone that had been sitting on the bed beside him. "Missed call from Paul, oops," he said, unconcerned, tapping a few buttons then holding the phone up to his ear. I just grinned. 

"I'm gonna go find some breakfast," I said randomly. I walked into the kitchen and started rummaging through Harry's cupboards. All I ended up finding was some stale cheerios and spoiled milk in the fridge. "Looks like we're going to my place," I muttered under my breath. I wandered back into the bedroom to find Harry hanging up the phone. "Are you alright? You look weird," I commented as I sat back down on the bed. 

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," he answered. "Although I just found out that we're going on tour next month." 

"Oh," I said, surprised. "That's good, isn't it?" 

"Yessss," he said, sounding just as surprised as I felt. "Are you...okay with that?" 

"Of course I am, you idiot!" I swatted his arm, and he laughed. "Why wouldn't I be? This is so great for you guys, it'll be so much fun, how amazing," I babbled on, trying to figure out how I felt. I was honestly excited for him, and happy, but...going on tour meant he was leaving. And Harry was one of the few people I could be around and feel completely happy and safe from Rob. If he was gone...I didn't even want to think about what Rob would do.