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

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3. Chapter Three

    “No I'm not, you must have me mistaken," I tried picking Deni up, shushing him at the same time.
    "No, you have the silvery eyes, and the freckle under your left eye. It's really you!" He yelled excitedly. 
    "Okay let's not get carried away, please." The noise drew the attention of some nearby teenagers who walked over curiously. "Alright thanks, but I don't need any room service, bye!" I slammed the door behind me. My breath caught in my throat. I wasn't prepared to hear his name. Not yet, not so soon. I felt the tears fall down my face, not able to control them. All the pent up sadness and anger that had built over the past six months was starting to come out. I was breaking. 
    Another knock on the door, this one more firm. I wiped my face off and faced the door, ready to strike.
    "Who is it?"
    "Open the door, please."
    "I'm busy."
    "I said open the door now." I angrily swung the door open.
    "Who the fuck do you think you are!" I found myself face to face with an angry looking Louis Tomlinson.
    "Why did you blow him off like that?" He asked me angrily. "What the hell did he do to you?"
    "Who, Deni? I didn't blow him off, he was the one making a scene so I shut the door," I retorted.
    "He wanted to see you and you blew him off!" He began gesturing angrily and running his fingers through his hair. "Why are women like you always so damn insensitive? Seriously!"
    Now he had drawn the attention of all the boys down the hall now and they began walking over.
    "Women like me? Who's women like me? Eleanor? Is that who?" He looked up at me, his eyes filled with emotions I couldn't place.
    "What's going on, Lou?" I recognized Harry Styles step forward, concern on his face.
    "She just blew Deni off. Just blew him off for no fucking reason! I don't care who you are you don't blow people off just because you're in a bad mood. You don't blow off a guy after you've made a commitment!"
    "I never made a com-"
    "Shut up, Eleanor, don't lie to me!" It got quiet. Louis paced around, crying angrily. "You stupid bitch, why would you fucking do that?!"
    "Oh, so now every girl that shuts the door on someone because they have something better to do is a horrible person? Don't compare me to your personal relationship problems. It's not very mature for someone like you," I retorted. He took a step at me.
Harry grabbed his arm and pulled him in for a hug, trying to calm him. "Calm down, mate. It's alright."
    "No, it's not." Louis faced me again, my face I'm sure reflected the hurt and shock I felt inside. "You are a stupid, stupid girl for blowing off such a nice guy. What is wrong with you! You don't deserve him. You don't deserve anyone!" He yelled.
    "Don't act like you know me! You have no idea who I am or what I'm like. Don't act like you have me all figured out, you don't."
    "You're a stupid lying bitch!"
    "I'm not Eleanor, don't compare me to her!" I screamed. That shut him up. He stared at me, coming back to focus. Harry tugged at him.
"I'm really sorry about this, he's having some trouble coping with the time of the year." I recognized Niall Horan as he apologized to me.
    "What the hell was that?" I asked, my face in a scowl.
    "This month marks one year that Eleanor’s passed. I’m sure you know." Zayn Malik spoke up this time. 
    I put my head down, suddenly uncomfortable. Shouldn’t I know what that feels like? Shouldn’t I remember saying things like that too? "Look I've got to go, I have somewhere to be. Excuse me." I nodded my goodbye as I closed the door. I finally checked the time. 5:40. "Shit!" I ran to get ready, trying to imagine what to wear.

    20 minutes later and I was in a slimming black dress, 3 inch pumps, my hair brushed and straightened. I had reapplied makeup, making it slightly heavier for the nighttime atmosphere. I grabbed my clutch and a jacket and was out the door. I rode the elevator down to the lobby and made my way outside. The sky was just turning dark, mostly due to the threatening rain clouds overhead. I spied my
Sedan and climbed into the back.
    "Ms. Willows, you're late."
    "Two minutes. Two mother fucking bloody minutes. What, you going to accuse me of cheating and lying now too?" I asked sarcastically.
    The driver just eyed me oddly and we drove off. We pulled up to the restaurant and I walked in, glad I chose my black dress instead of the red one. Everyone was in black. It was like a funeral parlor. Gross.
    "Hello, I'm looking for a reservation under the name Reddis?" I asked tentatively.
    "Yes! Allow me to escort you." I followed her past the sea of tables to a small back room behind a red velvet rope. Of course, he's VIP. I smiled my thanks and walked into the alcove, only to stop in my tracks.
    There they were. Again. First my hotel, now my dinner meeting? Fantastic. I tried not to make eye contact, no matter how sexy they looked in their suits.
    "Ah! Ms. Katerine, you've arrived." The man I assumed could only be Mr. Reddis came up and kissed my cheek. American accent, thank you God.
    "Mr. Reddis, I presume?" I returned the gesture.
    "Please, call me Jack. I hope you don't mind I invited my most profitable clients as of now," Jack said, giving me a wink. "This is-"
    "I know. We've met," I said, trying to disguise the edge that had entered my voice.
    "Well that's good! Hopefully they've made your time comfortable so far." I took the offered chair, looking at the faces that were intently focused on Jack's face.
    "Mmm, they’ve certainly made it...interesting," I managed to say. "But I could be lying. After all, that's what girls like me do. We lie and break commitments we didn't even know about." Harry failed to hide his smile. Louis shot me daggers.
    Jack looked confused, realizing he'd missed something. "Well, shall we talk business, Ms. Katerine?"
   “Please just Katerine," I smiled. "And I'm curious to hear what you've arranged for me. I assume you had a word with Dr. Langston?"
    "Indeed I did and I think this is a wonderful idea! I listened over your demos and thought they were wonderful. I'm prepared to get you into the studio as soon as possible."
I inhaled sharply. "You do understand those demos were from six months ago?" My throat closed a little, remembering that time. "I haven't sung since."
    "And that's alright! I want you to start recording for us."
    "Mr. Reddis, I don't think I'm prepared to do this just yet," I said in a low voice. My hushed tone brought his attention.
    "I understand this may be hard for you. But you have to at least try. Please, try." He was doing just that. Pleading. I bit my thumb nail, thinking this over.
    "So are you going to sign? Because we need someone new to hang around with." Harry was now listening in to our conversation intently. 
    "Oh it wouldn't be much trouble at all to get you started immediately. You would just need to make it clear the ah..situation you're in," Jack goaded.
    I studied him. "What 'situation' am I in, exactly?"
    "You know, with the-"
    "You actually think I'd do that to myself? You think I'm crazy enough to kill myself?" My voice rose slightly.
    "I don't think he was implying anything like that," Harry said quietly. I look at him. "He means you being an American in
Paris without legal citizenship rights."
    "Yes precisely!" Jack said with a nervous laugh.
    "Oh...sorry, I overreacted,” I mumbled.
    "So you'll sign with us?" Jack’s face was hopeful. Was he that desperate?
    I painted a smile on my face. "Why the hell not?"
    "Excellent! Boys, I'd like you to meet my newest client, Ms. Katerine Willows!"
    They all clapped and greeted me with hugs. I stood and took it graciously, noting when Louis didn't even bother to walk over, let alone acknowledge me. That boy pissed me off in a way I couldn't even begin to describe. 
    We all stayed there for a while, eating and drinking. I didn't have much next to a glass of wine. When ten rolled around, I said my goodbyes and was about to leave when someone grabbed my arm.
    It was Harry. "Hey, Katerine?"
    "Katie," I corrected him.
    "Katie," he smiled. "Would you want to go to a party with us tomorrow? There will be a lot of people there who would love to meet you and could help you around."
I thought about this. It would be pretty nice to know some people around here. And have some help. "Sure, sounds good."
    "Great! Your driver should know where it is, just tell him you're going to the Skyriser."
    "What time?"
    "It starts at seven, but you should come at six. I want to have some time with you myself." He winked and walked back to the table.
    I walked out to my car, rolling my eyes. Were they all like this?
    "Hey, wait a second!" I turned around to see Louis walking up to me. What the hell. 
    "What? You didn't get your fix last time? Come back for more?"
    His brow furrowed. "No, I wanted to ask why you said yes to Jack."
    "Because it was a smart decision, seeing as how this is what I came here to do," I replied, puzzled.
    "No you don't," he scoffed. "You honestly think people believe that bullshit you play? You hate it here. You don't want to be here. So do yourself and me a favor and go home. It'll do you some good."
    I walked up to him until I was inches from his face. "You honestly think you have any right to accuse ME of spewing bullshit? Try looking at yourself. You think Eleanor blew you off because you were trying too hard when actually, you weren't there enough. You would go away without her for months at a time without a word and when you were with her, all you would do is fight. You'd pick these fights over things she never even did. You would imagine these scenarios where you were the good guy and she was the evil bitch who stole your heart. And then she died. So you decide to take it all out on everyone around you. You know what? We’re all sick of it. Your sob stories and your melodramatic updates, saying, ‘if only she hadn’t done this, if only she had taken things differently this wouldn’t have happened.’ You want to know the truth? Look in the fucking mirror, Louis! This one was on you! You weren't there enough and you know it. So you take it out on everyone else, hoping to feel better about yourself and your situation. You'll never gain anything from that, I promise you." I backed off. "If you came out here expecting an apology for earlier, you're going to be waiting for a long time. I'm not sorry for what I said. You'd do yourself some good to listen to me."
I climbed in my car. As we drove off I looked back at Louis. I swear I saw him wipe a tear from his cheek.

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