Her Second Chance-a One Direction story

Chapter 34

A/N: HI GUISSEEEE. 

Ok. SO sorry I havent updated in a little bit (its been like a week lol) but I've been crazy busy, what with working out and actually having a life for once. Just got back from a trip, and have soccer tryouts all this week (wish me luck!), but will hopefully have some downtime to write. 

This is really kind of a filler chapter, and really short, but wanted to get something up, sorry if you don't like:(

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*TIFFANYS POV*

"Helllooo?" I sang as I opened the door to my flat. 

"Tiff?" Cat's voice rang out from her bedroom. 

"Yeah, I'm here," I answered, throwing my bag on the couch. I walked into her room to see her lying on her stomach with a sketchpad out in front of her. She was always drawing, usually some fabulous fashion creation for a client, but today there seemed to be random doodles on her paper. Christina Perri's music floated throughout the room, and her lights were dimmed, giving everything a rather dreary effect. "Cat?" I asked, jumping on the bed next to her.

"Yeah?" She sighed, looking up at me reluctantly. 

"Whats wrong? You look depressed, dear," I said, grabbing her sketchpad from her. She sighed again.

"Hasn't Harry told you? They're going on tour. Next month." She said flatly. A frown formed on my face. 

"I know. It sucks." I rolled on to my back. "We literally just got together with them. But," I paused. "They won't forget about us. You know that." 

"No, I don't know that!" She exploded. "Tiffany, think of how many girls like One Direction. Now multiply that by a bazillion. They're going on tour in the US, think of how many sluts we knew back there!" I stifled a laugh. "No, I do not know that they won't forget about us. They won't see us for months, and how convenient that they're a famous boyband! That girls will be throwing themselves at them left and right!" I was silent, letting her get it all out. Then I spoke.

"Cat. You know Niall. You know what kind of person he is. He really likes you, he's not going to forget that and give it up for a random fan in the US. And think of Louis and Eleanor, Liam and Dani; they've all been together for months! We. Will. Be. Fine." I turned to look at her face. It was blank for a moment. 

"I guess...I guess you have a point..." She admitted slowly. I smirked. "Shut up! How are you not worried at all about Harry?" She demanded. My grin grew wider. 

"Omg I have to tell you what we did last night," I went into full girl gossip mode, relaying every detail of the past night. Cat's eyes were wide and her hands were clamped over her mouth as I spoke. When I finished she let out a loud squeal. 

"OMIGODDDD girl you freaking DID IT with Harry Styles? After he confessed his freaking LOVE FOR YOU?" I nodded, letting out a sqeal myself. "OMIGOD I'M SO HAPPY FOR MY BABY TIFFANY SHES GROWING UPPPPPP!" She started shaking me and I laughed. 

"Calm the fuck down, Cat, or else I'll slap you," I wriggled myself out of her grip. 

"You know what this calls for, don't you," She wiggled her eyebrows at me. 

"No, what?"

"Shoppinggggg!" She squeaked. I laughed, but half-heartedly. 

"Girl, we went shopping like yesterday. We do not have the funds to go again. Not until I find a job, and you get a new client, anyways," I grimaced. Her smile turned into a pout. 

"Poo," She whimpered. I giggled and ruffled her hair. "That reminds me, when do you go back to Uni?" She questioned me, stealing her sketchbook back and returning to drawing. 

"Actually, I took my last final a few days ago, so I'm done untill August," I said happily, leaning against the backboard. 

"Yeah, Tiff's getting an education, you go girl," Cat cheered while rubbing her pencil markings. My phone buzzed and I picked it up. It  was a text from Harry reading, "Got some news on legal counsel. Meet at my place at 5? xx" I showed it to Cat. "That's good news, I'm glad," she commented. I texted back "Sure, see you then xx" Even though Cat was glad, I couldn't help but get that familiar nervous feeling I always got whenever Rob was involved in something. I was still having a hard time shaking off the dream I had earlier. Hopefully, this would get rid of Rob once and for all.