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


6. Chapter Six

    Harry had carried me all the way back to my hotel, setting me on the couch before getting a glass of water and ice for my head. He eased my head onto his lap and I closed my eyes, relaxing as he rubbed circles on my stomach. My body ached from being so tense during the attack. I would have a couple bruises too, maybe even another cut on my cheek. I exhaled, turning into him.
"Katie, look at me." I opened my eyes and met Harry's concerned gaze. I must look so pitiful. I wasn’t pitiful.
    "I'll be fine you don't need to stay." I tried sitting up, my head throbbing. A wave of nausea hit me and I slumped against the back of the couch, trying to hold it in. I wasn’t going to be weak in front of him.
    "Katie, what's wrong?" I shook my head and tried controlling my breathing. The last thing I need was to throw up. My neck tingled and my stomach dropped. I shot to the bathroom, sliding in front of the toilet. My eyes were squeezed shut but I still saw stars. It was disgusting, but my stomach was feeling better. Somewhere through it, Harry came up behind me and held my hair, his cool hand on my neck. I finally finished, trying to breathe again. I let out a few dry heaves before finishing. My eyes still shut so I couldn't see the contents, I felt around for the handle, flushing it down.
    I relaxed backwards into Harry, slowly opening my eyes. "Still don't want me to stay?" He asked with a smirk. I shook my head.
    "No I'll be fine. Just help me up to the sink." He picked me up and supported me as I thoroughly disinfected my mouth. I looked into the mirror, huffing a small laugh at my flushed expression, tired eyes and shaky arms.
    "I can stay, it's no trouble.” I looked at him through the mirror, his eyes concerned. Mine were cold, hard. I didn’t need his help.
    "Harry, I'll be fine." I had gone through this before on my own. Of course he didn't know that. Nobody needed to know about what I went through.
    "After what happened to you today, I don't think you'll be fine," he said quietly. I caught him staring at my bruised cheek, the same one I had cut before.
    "I'll just take my meds and knock myself out for a while," I muttered, stepping out of his arms. I reached into the drawer and pulled out my repression pills. Those would do the trick.
    "What are those?" I looked up at Harry as I knocked back two, swallowing easily.
    "My repression pills, why?" I was getting annoyed with his constant questions.
    "I didn't realize you were on so many medications," he said, concern etched into his face.
"Calm down, I'm not a druggie. I only took them because you won't leave." I wandered out of the bathroom, still slightly dizzy from my headache. “That means you can leave now, Harry. I’ll be knocked out until the morning. You can come and check on me then if you want.”
    His gaze made its way to mine, holding it. "Katie, what happened to you back there? Why were you even out by yourself? That's dangerous for someone like you."
    I turned. "And who exactly is someone like me?" I demanded.
    Harry became angry. "Someone who's clearly not fit to be taking care herself! Look at you! You're constantly snapping, popping meds like fucking candy, chasing after God knows who or what, and then acting like it's no big deal!"
    "It isn't a big deal! I've taken care of myself like this for six months I can do it now!" I realized what I had said.
    "Six months? Fuck, Katie what happened to you? I remember seeing you and Toby together so happy, then you just turned! Toby dies and you become this crazed alcoholic who stays in her dark room and never comes out! There are ways to handle those things and this,” he gestured around me, “is not one of them!”
    I didn't even realize I had walked forward. I backhanded him, leaving my hand stinging. "You have NO idea what I went through! NO fucking idea what I went through. You have no right to accuse me of anything! I handled all of the shit that was thrown at me the best way I could. You don't even know what happened. You know what everyone else says, not what I say. I don't need you to worry about me. I don't need you to take care of me. Toby is the only one who takes care of me, no one else!" I stormed out to the balcony and shut the doors behind me. I caught my breath as tears poured out. I held back sobs.
    Harry walked out a few minutes later. "Katie-" he hesitantly called my name.
    "And I wasn't chasing after some delusion. I was with Louis," I said quietly, sniffling.
    He was quiet for a minute, remembering what he had said before. "Wait, Louis left you back there by yourself? What the hell was he thinking?” I could hear the anger in his voice.
    "Don't worry about it, he was pissed and I shouldn't have followed. I was asking for it."
    "No, nobody deserves that, Katie, especially you.” I turned around to find him taking a few slow steps forward. “Look, come back in and we'll straighten this out. Please, Katie." I hesitated. His hand was outstretched to me, he looked so trusting. I gently placed my hand in his, allowing myself to be wrapped in his arms, Harry's warmth surrounding me. I let my defenses fall, relaxing into him. He pulled me gently inside and onto the bed, his arms around me as we lay down.

    “What’s your story, Katie?” He murmured. His forehead was resting on the back of my head and I felt his chest rumble gently as he spoke.
    "Where do I even begin?" I whispered. He adjusted so that he was looking into my eyes.
    "The beginning, the very beginning," he whispered gently. I half smiled.
    "That's easy. My beginning started when I met Toby."

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