Her Second Chance-a One Direction story

Chapter 39

EMILYMAY8 WROTE THIS

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Drawing my knees  up to my chest, I wrapped my fingers around my mug of tea.

"How are you dealing with all this?" Cat asked from across the couch, wrapped in a blanket, her face clean of makeup and her body clad in sweats, as was mine. I sighed, the therapist part of her was coming out, and that part for some reason annoyed me. I knew she was only trying to help me through all this, however, so I answered bleakly.

"I'm dealing with this fine, I don't know why I shouldn't be."

"Tiffany, your ex boyfriend had us tied up and hostage in your room for a few hours. Then you witnessed the guy who's in love with you try to save you, and I don't mean Harry, hun.." she said gently.

"He's not in love with me!" I cried, "He's got to be over me, he's got to. I mean, I'm with Harry, and I like it that way. I'm not leaving him."

"I know, I know," she said quietly, she picked up her own mug from the coffee table and sipping at it without looking at me. "I'm just saying that..maybe you should talk to him again. Really let him know what's up. I mean, you can't keep letting him think he might have a chance with you," she looked up at me and tucked a small piece of hair behind her ear.

"He shouldn't think that, I've told him before," I sighed and looked over longingly at my phone on the coffee table, which Cat wouldn't let me touch until we "talked" about this. She leaned over and set her mug on the table gently, then looked at me somberly. She bit her lip, then without warning got up suddenly and flung her blanket back onto the couch.

"What're yo-"

"Get up." she commanded.

"Bu-"

"I said get up, didn't I?" she raised one perfectly plucked eyebrow at me. I groaned.

"I don't wanna."

"Up. Now."

"Where are we going?" I whined.

"You're going to see Zayn." my mouth dropped open.

"But I-"

"Get your butt up now, or I will drag you to the room and change your clothes for you," and I didn't doubt her. She'd dragged me to my room many a times to make me look presentable. With a small amount of cursing, I pushed myself up and went into my bedroom with an "and look nice!" from Cat. I dressed into black leggings with  a think over sized green sweater and a grey scarf. I threw my hair into a topknot bun then put on some mascara and ligloss and went to find Cat in her room.

"Are you ready yet?" I asked, and when I found her, she was looking absolutely fabulous dressed in a peach colour over sized sweater dress with leopard print closed toe wedges. She looked up just as she was clipping one more dangle earring to her ear. Her hair was down, and her makeup was flawless.

"You never cease to amaze me when it comes to getting ready quickly.." I sighed. She grabbed a nude clutch and nodded. She gave me a once over as we walked to the door and I put on my coat.

"Are you okay?" she asked and stared at me intently, pulling on her black coat. She was giving me a weird look.

"Yeah, fine, why?" I said, my voice an octave higher than normal.

"Well, for starters, you were about to walk out of the house without shoes on, Tiff," she struggled to fight a grin and I laughed nervously.

"Oh, right," I smiled weakly.

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Cat knocked on the door to the boys' hotel suite. She tapped her foot impatiently, the sound ringing in my ears over and over again. Tap. Tap. Tap. Nerves were starting to get to me, and I realized my palms were sweating. I wiped them anxiously on my jeans and swallowed the rather hard lump in my throat. A slight buzzing started sounding in my ears and I became quite dizzy, but I ignored the sensations. Someone opened the door and my heart sped up.

When I realized it was only Harry, I calmed down a bit.

"Oh! Hey girls, come in,"

"Actually, I can't, I've got to go meet a client,"

"What? You got a client?"

She nodded and smiled discreetly, and I couldn't help but wonder what she was up to. "Niall, babe!" she called.

"Comin'!" responded an Irish accent, and Niall appeared from behind Harry, his hair looking disheveled.

"Well, we've got to be off," Niall said and took Cat by the arm, making her giggle uncontrably. They waltzed away, and when Cat's laughted faded away, my throat started to stick again.

"I need to talk to Zayn.." I closed my eyes tightly.

"Tiff?"

"Hmm?" I looked up at him.

"I asked you why, and you kind of just..zoned out."

"Oh, sorry. Sorry. I need to tell him that nothing is going to happen between us..that, well, that I love you." his face broke into a grin.

"You don't have to explain to him."

"Yes I do, Harry!" I sighed. How was he finding this funny?

"I've already told him, babes,"

"You what?"

"In fact, I'd say he's getting off rather well with a girl, Perrie, I think her name is? An attractive blonde," he winks and I scoff a bit.

"Well, I've gotten up and ready for nothing, then.."

"Not nothing, let's go on a date, shall we?" he asked and flashed me a crooked grin.