Hanging On

Katerine Willows was falling in two ways. She was falling into an unfathomable comatose, destroyed after her fiancé’s death and on a path of self destruction. Until her therapist forcibly sends her to Paris to help her pursue her once great career as a singer. Then she falls another way. A way she never expected to fall again. She fell in love. Will she allow the equally damaged Louis Tomlinson to heal her? Or will she continue down the cold and lonely road she started out on?

Hey! My first real writing, so fingers crossed! I know some of the things in here are cruel or messed up, but I don't mean anything against the people in it! It's purely fiction! Please enjoy and leave feedback! I'll update as often as possible. Xx -Alex


9. Chapter Eight

**I realize that the chapters are thrown off because of the author's note in the middle. Sorry if it's confusing but just follow the written title chapters. Xx -Alex**


    Louis’s P.O.V. By the time I got back to the hotel, the rain had picked up significantly. I walked into my room and changed into a pair of sweats and a dry t-shirt. I rubbed a towel over my hair and face, drying off as best as I could. I was headed back to the living room when I felt my phone go off.

    >From Harry: We need to talk. Now.

    I figured he had talked to Katie. Now, I was going to get yelled at for her deciding to follow me. Honestly, what was that girl’s problem? I sat down and watched TV, not really paying any attention. The door opened and slammed shut. I cranked my head around to see Harry looking down at me, a look of anger on his face.

    “What the hell did you do to her?”

    I stood up, confronting him. “Absolutely nothing! I was leaving and she just followed me, that’s it. It’s not my fault that she followed me and got lost! Maybe she should stop being so pathetic.”

    Harry raised his hand as though to slap me, but he inhaled deeply and lowered it again. “She didn’t get lost, Lou. Trent caught up to her and tried to rape her. Luckily I had seen her running out and decided to see if she needed help.” I stood there, shocked. “If you hadn’t decided to swing on him, maybe he wouldn’t have come after her. Maybe she wouldn’t assume you have it out for her. Do you know how scared she is? Do you even know what she’s been through? A lot worse than you, I can guarantee that.”

    “What, her mom died three years ago and she can’t handle the pain?” I asked sarcastically.

    “Actually, her fiancée died six months ago in a car accident, the night before they were supposed to be married.” I met Harry’s hard gaze, concern in my eyes.

    “She never said anything about that to me.”

    “Maybe that’s because her first real encounter with you was when you screamed in her face and compared her to Eleanor,” Harry smirked. “You want my opinion, maybe you should go apologize and start fresh. Maybe she’ll open up to you a little more.”

    As Harry walked back to the bedroom, I thought on this. Maybe he was right; I needed to apologize. I slipped on a pair of socks and walked over to Katie’s room, knocking gently. “Katie, its Louis. Please, I want to talk to you.”



    Katie’s P.O.V. Harry had said Louis would come knocking but I didn’t expect it this soon. After Harry had walked out I had started crying. Talking about Toby for the first time was a weight lifted from my shoulders. I didn’t know what to do. I stood in front of the door, trying to decide what to do. What would I even say to him?

    “Katie, I’m sorry.” I crept closer to the door, listening. “I haven’t exactly been on good terms with anybody lately and that’s my fault. I never meant to snap at you the other day, it was a bad day for me. I guess I’ve been having them a lot lately.”

    “It’s okay, I understand,” I answered. “I get those too so you don’t have to apologize. It just comes out.”

    “Like you want everyone to suffer as much as you…”

    “And you just want more than anything for them to feel what you’re feeling…”

    “Like they can understand why you’re acting that way.” I smiled through my tears, amazed at how well he understood.

    I opened the door. “And you wish you could take back just one day to spend with them, never wanting it to end, holding them in your arms forever.” Louis half smiled, his eyes beginning to water.

    “You just miss them so much and you can’t help but feel so guilty for letting them leave you,” his voice cracked. I choked back the sob trying to make its way up my throat.

    “Louis I’m so sorry.” I ran forward and hugged him fiercely, feeling his arms wrap around me, pulling me into him. My face was buried into his chest as I cried. I felt his warm breath on my neck as he sobbed into me. There we stood in the hallway of some hotel in Paris, finally understanding each other.

    We had made our way back to my bedroom, just talking about each other. I listened to him talk about his childhood, how he met Eleanor and how they had gotten engaged. I felt my heart go out to him. This is what I was waiting for; someone who understood exactly what I was going through. I told him everything I had told Harry, only this time I felt myself go into it. I relived all those moments as I talked about them; Louis sat there with me laughing, crying, smiling and reliving every memory.

    “Louis, what happened to Eleanor?” I bravely met his eyes. I had tried to avoid that question, but I wanted to know. No, I had to know. I wanted to understand him.

    He looked down, fiddling with the pillow tassel in his hands. “We had gotten back from our ruined dinner date. I had taken her out so we could spend some time before I left on tour for six months and a bunch of fans and paparazzi found us and so we had to leave. We ended up fighting over it, which was so stupid. She threw her engagement ring at me and ran out the door. I ran after her, trying to find her. A few minutes later I did.” Louis swallowed hard and I took his hand in mine, encouraging him to continue. “She had found her way into a pharmacy. Someone was trying to rob the place and he had the cashier at gunpoint. I remember seeing her terrified face, she was so scared.” A small sob came through and I felt tears falling down my cheeks. “I shouldn’t have called out for her. The man heard me and thought she was going to attack him, so he shot her. I saw her falling in slow motion, I could hear myself screaming but I didn’t feel anything. I ran towards her and caught her before she fell, trying to press my hands over the shot…but there was so much blood…and she was breathing so fast.” I closed my eyes, trying not to cry any harder. “She looked up at me and said, ‘Lou, I’m so sorry I’ve put you through this.’ I tried telling her not to close her eyes, to stay awake, to stay with me and I’d never leave her side. She just smiled and said, ‘Louis I love you.’ She died in the ambulance ride to the hospital. I didn’t even get a chance to say goodbye to her.” Louis broke down and I pulled him into me, crying as well. “It was my fault, Katie. I did this to her.”

    I pushed him up and grabbed his face. “Louis, this is not your fault. You had no idea that was going to happen and you had no control over the situation. She loved you and she told you that. Eleanor loved you so much that she didn’t want to die without telling you first,” I smiled. I brushed away the hair that had fallen into his eyes. “I promise you one thing; hating yourself and blaming yourself for this will only make you sink farther. You cannot let this consume you or you’ll just end up like me. I couldn’t bear to let that happen to you.” I grabbed his hand, wrapping my pinky around his. “Promise me that we’ll fight through this together. Promise me that no matter what we will be there for each other through the good days and the bad. We’ll talk to each other rather than resorting to drugs or stuck up therapists.” Louis laughed. I hadn’t made a pinky promise since I was seven years old, but this seemed like the appropriate thing to do. After all, Louis understood me and I understood him. It was the best way to show that.

    I don’t remember much after that. I was so exhausted from crying that I fell asleep. Right before I hit unconsciousness, I felt Louis press his lips to my forehead, laying me down next to him under the covers with his arms around me. “Goodnight, Kat.”

    Toby called me Kat.

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