Get Me Back

**Sequel to Hanging On (A.K.A. read Hanging On first)** It's now six months after the eight month tour begins and Katie can't help but feel her relationship with Louis falling apart. When she discovers the secret he'd been trying to hide from her, she's devastated; how could she ever trust again, especially after the one who promised to never hurt her went against his word? As Katie tries to build herself back up, a new set of arms help pick her back up, showing her something she hasn't felt for a long time. Katie finds herself in a troubling situation, especially when the truth is ultimately revealed to her. Will she try and rebuild what she once had, or will she embrace the new future presenting itself to her?


8. Chapter Eight


    I walked back to the bathroom, deciding to take a shower. I kept repeating what Harry said in my head. Louis ch-…changed? Charged? “Cheated?” I whispered through the steam of the hot water surrounding me. No…Louis would never hurt me like that. We had come too far to do that to each other. I continued rinsing the shampoo out of my hair only to stop a few seconds later, leaning against the shower wall, biting my thumbnail between my teeth. I let my head rest on the cool tile, my eyes shutting. When Louis first came back at the café, he seemed nervous. And when he kissed me, he seemed hesitant, almost guilty. When he said ‘I love you’ before we left…his eyes were so sad, so…guilty. I felt a pit beginning to grow in my stomach. What if Harry was trying to tell me Louis had cheated? What if it was all over now? What if…

    “Kat, you in there?” Louis knocked on the bathroom door, his head peeping in. “Hey, would you mind coming with me and Harry? We’re headed to meet the boys to discuss everything.”

    “Oh, of course,” I answered, my voice weak.

    “Katie, are you alright?” Louis sounded worried as he walked in, pulling the shower door open some. “What’s wrong?”

    I shook my head. “Nothing, it’s nothing,” I smiled. I pushed myself off of the wall and gave him a kiss. “I’m just over-thinking things again.” I let my forehead rest against his as he smiled back at me.

    “Don’t think too much about it; everything will work out I promise.”

    Louis shut the shower door but stayed in the bathroom, sitting on the marble counter. “Oh, so what did Harry want?” I asked, not trying to sound too nosey.

    I felt him hesitate. “Harry? Oh you know him; he’s just worried about how everything is going to work out, you know?”

    “Yeah, of course he is,” I laughed. “What was he going to tell me before?” Please, just tell the truth; don’t lie to me, Louis.

    “Don’t worry about it; I’ll uh…I’ll tell you later. I should go check and see if Harry needs help out in the kitchen; if you need me just holler, babe.” I watched him through the distorted glass as he walked out of the bathroom, the door shutting behind him. I hissed in frustration, knowing he was avoiding the subject completely. I knew he was lying, which made me think Harry was trying to tell me he cheated. I finished scrubbing myself off angrily, trying to get rid of the hot tears forming around my eyes. I shut the water off angrily, ripping the towel from its hanging place. I dried off roughly, walking out to the bedroom to pick up my clothes from the floor. As I stooped over to retrieve my bra, I eyed the clasp; completely broken from Louis ripping it off of me. I groaned, remembering it was the only bra I had here. I sifted through the side table drawers, desperate for a safety pin. By a stroke of luck, I came across one and pinned my bra onto my body.

    Finally dressed and still angry, I rubbed my towel through my hair roughly. “Katie, are you alright?” I pulled the towel over my face, my hair following as it landed over my face. I peered through my damp hair to see Harry giving me an odd smile. I turned to face the mirror hanging on the wall, giggling suddenly at my reflection. I shook with fits of laughter as Harry wrapped me in a hug, his chest rumbling with the chuckles escaping from him.

    “What were you doing?” He laughed as his lips rested on the top of my head. I heard him inhale deeply. “Your hair smells fantastic.”

    I giggled again. “Thank you, Harry. I was trying to dry my hair, but I was angry so it turned out really messy.” I pulled out of his arms to see his face. “Can you help me please?” Harry nodded and followed me as I pulled him to the bathroom, pulling out a hairbrush and placing it in his hands. I pulled the stool out from underneath the sink, sitting down as Harry pulled my hair behind my shoulders, his fingers delicately pulling the ends down.

    I pushed the hair out of my face as he began brushing gently, careful not to cause the tangles to pull too hard. “You dyed your hair,” Harry spoke quietly, more as a statement than a question.

    “You’ve only just noticed?” I gasped, fake shock in my voice. He tugged at my hair a little harder in response to my sarcasm. I smiled at him through the mirror. “I wanted to show I had changed. What better way than changing my image?”

    “I almost wish you hadn’t,” Harry frowned. “I loved your old color; it suited you.” He looked down, concentrating on my hair. I fiddled with my fingers; why did I feel so guilty now? My eyes shut as I concentrated on the feeling of his fingers running through my now soft hair.

    “I’m sorry,” I mumbled. His hand under my chin, Harry turned my face to his, seriousness in his eyes.

    “Don’t feel sorry for your decisions, Katie. Don’t you ever doubt yourself. The second you start to doubt yourself is when everyone doubts you. I don’t want you to ever feel like that.”

    “Would you ever doubt me, Harry?” My eyes were locked with his. I felt his fingers stop moving against my scalp.

    “I would never doubt you, Katie,” Harry whispered. We stayed like this, our faces close, our eyes not leaving each other. Harry opened his mouth as though to say something, but the expression on his face changed and he quickly stood behind me again, brushing my hair. Confusion rose in me; what was that about?

    Harry broke the silence a few minutes later. “I should probably make sure Louis hasn’t burned down the kitchen,” he joked, setting the brush onto the counter.

    “Oh, he’s burned down more than that by now,” I muttered. Harry gave me a questioning look, but I shook my head. “Go, I have to finished getting ready anyway.” Harry kissed the top of my head and walked out.

    “Katie, one more thing.” I turned to see him standing in the doorway. “You can change your hair color, but promise me you’ll never cut it again.” I looked at him strangely. “Just promise me?”

    “I promise, Harry.” He smiled and walked away. I refocused my attention to my reflection, studying myself again. My hair was almost dry now, a few strands waving around the frame of my face. I pulled them straight between two fingers, twiddling the strand. My eyes scared me; they seemed to have grown into two large moons, staring right back at me. I shivered slightly, breaking the connection. I touched up with some makeup before walking out to the kitchen, the smell of burnt eggs in the air.

    “Somebody just can’t seem to learn how to cook,” I grumbled, not looking at Louis. Harry had taken over the stove, leaving Louis to shamefully clean up his own mess. I snorted, taking my seat at the bar.

    “It’s not my fault, love,” Louis whined. “Help me!” He fell onto my lap, wrapping his arms around me. I scowled at him, pushing him off.

    “Help your own damn self!” I snapped. Louis pouted, walking over to Harry.

    “Harry, she yelled at me,” he mumbled. Harry chuckled, patting him on the head.

    “Go sit; this will be ready soon.”

    After an awkward breakfast, we headed back to Kara’s so I could change (and find a bra that was actually intact). When I walked in the door, she was in the kitchen with her headphones in, jamming out while doing the dishes. I stood there for a second, giggling at her as she shook her hips and sang out of tune. She turned her head and saw me, screaming in surprise and flinging soapy water everywhere. I laughed, grabbing a hand towel for her to dry her hands off as I gently took her headphones out.

    “Having fun?” I asked between giggles.

    “You scared the pee out of me, Katie! What are you doing?” Kara threw the towel onto the counter, pausing her iPod.

    “I came to change into something that isn’t destroyed,” I laughed. “Louis is taking me to meet with the boys about this whole tour thing I guess. It shouldn’t take too long, I promise.”

    Her lip grew pouty. “You should take me with you!”

    “You know I would, but I don’t think this is going to be something carefree and loose; I want you to meet them under a casual setting, not a business setting,” I joked. “I promise you’ll get to meet them, Kara; I never break my promises, remember?”

    Kara sighed. “Yeah, you’re right I guess.” She turned back to the sink. “Oh! So did you have fun with Louis last night?” She asked, wagging her eyebrows.

    “You have no idea,” I blushed. “He um…he broke my bra.”

    Kara exploded into laughter. “He did what?! Tell me now!”

    “He was taking my bra off…and he just sort of ripped the clasp open.” I shyly met Kara’s gaze as she kept laughing.

    “Damn, you two are violent!” I slapped her arm and walked back to the room, sifting through my clothes. “Let me at least see the bra’s remains before you throw it out!” Kara called after me.

    I settled on a pair of black skinny jeans and a camisole, my white lace shirt going over top, changing my bra beforehand. I slipped on my sandal wedges and pulled my hair over my left shoulder. I carried the broken undergarment out to the living room, finding Louis sitting with her on the couch talking. I hid the bra behind my back, my blush suddenly deepening.

    “Um, Kara, I have that…thing for you to look at.” Kara gave me a confused look. “That thing you wanted to see? You know, when we were standing in the kitchen?” Kara shook her head slowly. “Oh for God’s sake, I have my bra!”

    “Oh right!” Kara laughed. “Well you could’ve just said so,” she teased. I scowled at her as she grabbed it out from behind me, pulling it out on full display. “Louis, you have some strong arms if you’re able to break a Victoria’s Secret bra. If I were Katie, I’d be seriously mad at you right now.”

    Louis chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck uncomfortably; sometimes Kara’s forward personality made him uncomfortable. This was understandably so; I was intimidated at times myself. I walked over and placed a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it.

    “Don’t you worry; I’ll get him back for it,” I promised, a wicked spark in my eye as I flashed him a quick wink. I walked over to where Kara was inspecting my bra carefully still. I snatched it from her grasp. “Alright, it’s just a bra, not the eighth Wonder of the World!” I threw it in the bedroom, just missing the trash can. “I’ll be back in a bit, alright? I have to come back here to grab my uniform for work tonight.”

    “I thought you left it at the café, love,” Louis whispered, his arm around my waist.

    “Oh, that’s right I did. Never mind then,” I smirked. “How did you remember that?”

    “I was watching you,” Louis chuckled. He stood up, meeting me where I stood. “We should probably be on our way now. I’ll see you soon, Kara.”

    “Don’t forget me, Louis!” Kara hollered dramatically. I rolled my eyes and flipped her off playfully, taking Louis’s hand in mine as we walked back down to Harry’s car.


    “Katie!” I turned my head to see Niall running towards me, wrapping me into a huge hug. “I missed you so much!” I hugged him back, laughing at his infectious enthusiasm. He pulled back, inspecting my hair. “You changed it!”

    “Do you like it?” I asked, suddenly panicking.

    “Like it? Katie, I love it; it suits you well,” Niall smiled. I hugged Liam after that, happy to see him again as well.

    “How have you been, Katie?”

    “Really great, Liam; I finally got a job I’m decent at,” I joked.

    “On the streets, are we now Katie?” I looked behind Liam to see Zayn approaching with a wicked grin.

    “Zayn, I’d never survive as a prostitute!” I slapped his arm before he pulled me in for a warm hug. “I’m working at a café nearby, actually.”

    “We’ll have to stop by sometime and listen to you,” Liam interjected.

    “I never told you I sang, Liam,” I smiled.

    “No, but I did,” Harry said, stepping forward with Louis. “Louis mentioned it while you were getting ready; how’s the whole singing career taking off for you?”

    “It’s…starting, I suppose,” I laughed. “Slowly, but it’s starting.”

    “Why is it taking so long?” Niall asked.

    “The record company I’m with is new; they’ve only just been recognized, so it might be a couple months before anything groundbreaking happens. Until then, I’m waiting tables and singing acoustic with Jace.”

    “Who’s Jace?” Louis asked. I could sense a jealous curiosity behind his question.

    “That’s the one I sang with last night; he actually convinced me to,” I admitted sheepishly. “He’s a pretty amazing singer himself.”

    “Sounds like someone has a crush,” Zayn joked. I rolled my eyes at him, noting Louis’s shift in behavior.

    “Come on, let’s just get to the meeting,” Louis mumbled, taking my hand in his and eventually wrapping his arm securely around my waist.

    I looked at him in shock. “You don’t honestly think I’d cheat on you with Jace, do you?”

    “I’d sure hope not,” Louis said in a low voice.

    “Good, because I hope you know I’d react the same way if I figured out you’d cheated, maybe even more pissed than you are now.” I watched his face drop suddenly at my harsh words. What was with him today? “Look, Louis I was just proving a point. I know you’d never actually do that to me, alright? I’m sorry if I upset you.”

    Louis just stayed silent, his eyes set blankly on the path in front of us. “You have no reason to apologize, Katie. This was all my fault,” he finally whispered as we reached the elevator. The boys had hung back some, giving us space to talk.

    “What are you talking about?” I answered in a hushed tone.

    I saw pain flash in Louis’s eyes. “I…” He took a deep breath. “Katie, I need to talk to you after the meeting is finished.” I turned my body to him, my mind suddenly racing to my earlier thoughts.

    “Louis, what the hell is going on?” I asked him, my voice going dark.

    “Hey now, let’s not get angry at each other!” Niall came forward, putting an arm around each of our shoulders. “We need to relax and just have fun here; this is a business meeting!”

    “Then shouldn’t we be serious, Niall?” Liam asked.

    “When am I ever serious?” Niall snorted. I smirked at him, diverting my attention away from Louis. I couldn’t even look him in the eye; were my worst fears actually coming true?


**So so so so very sorry for not updating for over a week now!! I’ve been so busy lately it’s insane L I actually started up maybe three or four other stories that are now posted and completely unfinished. I’m sure you’re not a fan of reading author’s notes in the middle of a book because I know I’m not, so you can feel the agony I’m going through as I type each letter of this small interjection. Please be patient with me and keep reading; I’m truly trying to keep this updating quickly. While I’m writhing in agony over this, I might as well milk it, right?**

    **Weyhey! Please check out my other books and tell me what you think of how they’re beginning so far. Like I said, updating may be a bit of a struggle, but once spring break hits in a couple weeks, you can expect updates like nobody’s business! I promise! Thank you for dying through this novel alongside me. Trust me; I’m killing myself for making it like this. I’ve considered jumping off of the nearest cliff on multiple occasions…and even taking a shot of bleach (totally kidding…bleach would be nasty). Thank you so much. AH! I’m done. xxxx**

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