Her Second Chance-a One Direction story

Chapter 36

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*TIFFANYS POV*

"Tiffanyyyyyyyyyy!" I heard Cat's voice echo though the apartment. I groaned and rolled over, stuffing my face into the pillow. Maybe if I ignored her long enough, she would leave me alone. "TIFFANYYYYYY!"  The sound of her footsteps grew louder and louder until they stopped right beside my bed. Ugh. 

"What." I rolled back over to find Cat standing above me, wearing a dressing gown with a toothbrush in her mouth and her hair wrapped up in a towel. She glowered down at me. 

"It's grocery shopping day! I don't care if you stayed up till three in the morning talking to Harry, get off your ass and get dressed because it's time to go!" She yanked my blanket off me. 

"Oh my God, why the fuck do I have to come with you to the grocery store, and why in the name of all things holy do we have to go so early?" I moaned as I sat up and wiped the sleep from my eyes. 

"For one thing, it's eleven already, so it's not early, and for another, I don't want to go alone," She whined. "Plus Harry called to tell us that Louis and Eleanor are throwing a party for Eleanor's friends birthday tonight, so we have to get ready for that!" 

"Yes, because getting ready will take us eight hours," I rolled my eyes. "Well," I said, eyeing Cat in her whole pre-dressed get up, "It might for you..." 

"Shut up and get dressed," She said, throwing a pillow at my face and leaving the room. I sighed and dragged myself out of bed and into the bathroom, brushing my teeth and washing my face. I took one look at my hair, gave it up for a hopeless case and threw it into a bun. I then proceeded to put on a pair of under armour shorts and one of my college sweatshirts, slipping my feet into my running shoes. I didn't feel like dressing up for the grocery store. Cat, on the other hand, had other ideas. 

"Is that what you're wearing?" She asked dubiously as I entered the kitchen.

"Yup," I answered, grabbing my bag off the counter. "Let's go."

"Are you sure?" I sighed and looked at her outfit: A sundress paired with a cardigan and chunky heels.

"Yes, Cat, we can't all be supermodels like you," I grinned, and headed out the door.  

"Wait! Wait, I need to grab our money," She said, running over to our cupboard where we kept the food money. It had been running rather low lately, as I still needed to find a job and she was inbetween clients.

"Kay," I responded.I picked up my phone and started rolling through twitter; I had gained so many followers in the past few days that it seemed like a joke. People had started tweeting me a lot too, and most of it was really sweet. I smiled at the fact that Directioners didn't hate on the guys girlfriends. 

"Uhhh, Tiff?" Cat asked, searching through the cupboard. 

"Yeah?" I answered, not really paying attention. 

"Did you put in your half of the money this week?"

"Yeah, why? Did you?"

"Yeah, but none of it's here!" She exclaimed. "Did you take the money to go shopping without me?!" I finally looked up, frowning.