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?


18. Chapter Eighteen

    A part of me saw my life coming to this. I knew this was going to happen eventually, but I wasn’t quite sure what I wanted to come from it. I always knew the lengths that Toby would go to in order to find me again to make me his and only his, but I wasn’t expecting it all to happen like it did. Toby could kill a man if he really wanted to, he wasn’t afraid of the law or any consequences his actions would bring. As long as he got what he wanted, he was okay with it. I would suppress all of the horrible things he did when we were dating just so I could give myself an excuse to never leave him. I convinced myself that I needed him to survive, that he was the reason I could live and breathe. But I was wrong about Toby. I didn’t need to depend on him anymore and I proved that by how I moved on and made my own life. I was a better person, and I wasn’t going to let him come back and change it.

    But where did Louis fit in this? He was the one who walked down the path of recovery right alongside me. He had his own baggage, his own scars that he’d have to carry around and live with until he died, and he wasn’t the one to judge me for what I did. He taught me how to control it all, how to take charge of my life again. He was the one who taught me how to love again. Louis was undoubtedly the one I wanted to spend my life with, the one I wanted to wake up to and hold my hand as we went through all the trials that came along with being human. I was completely ready to commit to him, no matter what we did to each other in the past.

    So why, in the kitchen of my apartment, as Louis kneeled before me did I hesitate to answer him when he asked me the question I’d been waiting to hear? “Will you marry me, Katie?” I wanted to say yes, but something stopped me, something kept me from opening my mouth and confessing my love for him all over again. I looked down at Louis as he patiently waited for my answer, his eyes hopeful and expectant.

    “I…I can’t,” I whispered. His face fell in an instant and I knelt down in front of him, my forehead leaning against his. “I can’t marry you because I can’t promise anything to you or anyone else right now. I’m not certain what’s going to happen tomorrow, or two hours from now. I don’t want to promise you something I can’t hold to until I’m certain I can hold it.” Louis looked into my eyes, his hands on either side of my face.

    “I love you Katie,” he answered quietly. I offered a small smile and let my fingers trace the outline of his lips gently. I stood up before I allowed myself to give in again. Louis followed me out to the living room where I plopped down on the couch.

    “I need to go shopping. My house is so empty,” I groaned. I let my head fall back, turning to look at an amused Louis standing above me. “Help me please.”

    “I don’t know the first thing about interior design love,” Louis chuckled as he took a seat next to me. “But, if you really want me to help, I can make a call to someone who does.”

    “But then it wouldn’t be mine! I don’t need decoration, I just need memories,” I concluded. Louis smiled at my enthusiasm. “Let’s go get some food too. I need something proper to eat, not just fast food and donuts,” I joked.

    “All that junk is going to make you fat,” Louis teased. I faced him fully.

    “You’re one to talk,” I shot back sarcastically. “I don’t remember ever seeing you eat a home cooked meal. It’s always from some fast food area.” Louis raised his eyebrows at me.

    “Don’t you dare start pointing your fat fingers at me!”

    “Take that back!”

    “No!” I pushed him down on the couch and started play hitting him, trying to tickle him at the same time. His arms were too strong, prying my hands away from him. He rolled us over so that he was on top of me now, easily slipping past my weak defenses and tickling me. I thrashed, trying to break free from him. Giggle escaped my lips as I pleaded for him to stop the attack.

    “Louis stop!” I squealed, trying to get my legs free. He laughed and leaned down close to my ear as he pinned my arms down. I shivered at the contact, feeling his lips gently graze against my ear.

    “Let me kiss you, Katie,” he whispered. I froze, caught off guard by his request.

    “What?” I asked, trying not to fall prey. He stretched out over top of me, his hands supporting his weight. He pushed my head to the side, letting his lips leave small kisses up and down my neck.

    “Let me kiss you Kat.” He leaned back so he could see me, his eyes dark. He took his time slowly leaning in, teasing me. I let my instincts take over, my hands sliding up his chest and to the back of his neck, pulling him down to meet me. It was so natural, letting him kiss me like this. We were used to each other, we were familiar. He slid a hand behind my head, the other sliding down until he was pulling my leg up. The kisses became heavier, more urgent; the need to feel each other growing stronger. We were impossibly close, our familiar intimacy returning. I felt myself melting with each touch of his hands on me. He pulled away slowly, still not backing away completely. “Thank you,” he whispered. He pecked my lips one more time before standing up, offering a hand for me.

    “What was that?” I was confused, but I took his hand anyway, allowing him to pull me up and into his arms.

    “I just needed to know that I still had a chance with you,” he answered simply. With that, he kissed my cheek and smirked at me. “Now why don’t we go out for a bit?”


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