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?


11. Chapter Eleven

    “Katie, let me in!” I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to drown out Kara’s constant pounding on the bedroom door. I pulled the covers in closer to me as I heard the tissues fall softly against the floor. I shifted further in, jumping slightly as the empty tissue box hit the floor. “Katie, I’m coming in!”

    “No!” I hissed, hiding underneath the blanket. I heard the door open as Kara marched over to me, throwing the blanket across the room. “Kara, what?” I snapped.

    “You’ve been in bed for three days without anything to eat or drink! You’re scaring me, Katie. Get out of bed,” she pleaded. I shook my head, burying my face into the pillow. “Katie, I will drag you by your feet out to the kitchen if I have to,” Kara warned, inching closer. “On second thought, I think the shower will be our first stop. Damn, you smell like the garbage can!”

    “Bitch,” I mumbled. I heard Kara chuckle a little.

    “Now that’s the Katie I want to see! Come on, I want to help you.” I tightened my fists, not wanting to move. I rolled my eyes after realizing Kara wasn’t going anywhere without me, slowly sitting up into a slouching position. “Okay, that’s a step in the right direction…I suppose,” Kara trailed off. “Alright, so first things first, let’s get you clean and…pretty smelling!” She took my hand gingerly and led me slowly to the bathroom, my feet scuffling the whole way.

    She closed the bathroom door behind us, facing away from me. “Go ahead and strip; I won’t look,” she said in a suggestive voice.

    I rolled my eyes, taking my clothes off and quickly covering myself with my hands. “What can we possibly do next that could be any less weird?” I asked.

    “Ohhh, I’ve seen you naked before,” Kara answered, turning back around and pushing me gently towards the shower.

    “Um…should I know something?” I asked.

    “Remember that time we went to the park after getting completely drunk at Victoria Shaffer’s New Year’s party a few years back and you thought it would be fun to moon the drivers? Then we went into the park and you stripped down to nothing and went streaking?”

    “I didn’t need a play by play of it!” I groaned. I stepped into the shower as Kara turned the water on. I yelped when the cold water hit me before turning warm. “It’s too cold,” I whined.

    “Stop being a baby!” Kara barked, pulling a brush through my wet, tangled hair. I crossed my arms over my boobs, not wanting to be completely exposed. “I’ve called off work for you for the past three nights; the least you can return to me is twenty minutes of your time, Princess,” she said sarcastically as she finished brushing. “I think you can handle the washing, right? Because I’m not about to wash your-“

    “I get it, I get it,” I interrupted hastily. “Why do you have to stay in here, anyway?”

    “To make sure you don’t try and drown yourself in something other than tears,” Kara muttered from her perch on the counter. “You should take your phone out of the hall too; it’s been going crazy. Well it was until it died yesterday…” Kara said, deep in thought.

    I focused back on getting myself clean. I took my time, letting everything get soaked. I had to wash away his touch, his scent on my skin…when I finished shaving, I shut the water off and stepped out to find a towel waiting for me in place of Kara; she’d given me a moment. I couldn’t even muster a smile for it though. I couldn’t smile anymore, it seemed. I’d sat in bed crying for the past three days feeling sorry for myself. It was time to get my shit together.

    I patted myself dry and brushed my teeth, enjoying the mint cleansing my mouth. I finished fine-grooming myself and stepped out of the bathroom. “I set out some clothes for you on the bed! Please change quickly!” Kara called back to me from the kitchen. I walked back to the room, noting the tan shorts and large white lace shirt set out for me. She’d even grabbed my white Toms for me. I lathered myself with lotion before pulling on my nude bra and white panties. After completely dressing I walked out to the kitchen only to be shooed away again.

    “Back to the bathroom! I’m doing your hair, girl,” Kara announced. “You can put on your own makeup, correct?” I nodded as she pulled the brush through my hair again. She dried it into smooth waves as I applied my eyeshadow, mascara and lip gloss. My eyes were so…lifeless. I had a paler complexion too. My eyes were still slightly puffy but not red. Kara smiled at me through the mirror, but I couldn’t return one.

    “What’s going on?” I asked her. “Are we going somewhere?”

    “Yes and no; I’ll be there for a little bit but I’m leaving halfway through. This was all Harry’s plan so…” Kara trailed off.

    “Harry’s plan?” I asked skeptically. Kara nodded and patted my head.

    “There, don’t we feel better now?” I shrugged, letting her take my hand and lead me to the kitchen where my phone was plugged in and charging. “You might want to check everything before we go out; I didn’t look but it’s certainly a lot.”

    I sat down at the table, unlocking my phone. Kara was right; I had a ton of missed calls and texts waiting for me. Every single one was from Harry and my mom. Of course, Harry had filled my mom in on everything so she was worried. Harry was just…checking in on me. I appreciated the gesture, but it was a lot for just three days. I erased everything without even reading them; I wasn’t going to put myself through that. I waited for Kara to come back out, tapping my fingers impatiently against the table. My phone suddenly started buzzing and I looked down to see Harry’s name come across my screen.

    “Calling to see if I’m alive?” I asked sarcastically.

    “Katie! I wasn’t expecting an answer! I guess Kara really is that good,” Harry chuckled on the other line. “And actually I was calling to say I’m waiting outside.”

    “Why don’t you just come up?” I asked him.

    “I’m not hiking up Mt. Everest just to come back down two seconds later.” I rolled my eyes. “Just tell me when you’re on your way down, okay? I want to be the first to give you a hug today.”

    I shook my head and hung up, not bothering to respond. Kara walked out at that moment dressed in a pair of hot pink shorts and a matching shirt, her pink converse padding across the floor. “Let’s go, Katie! Harry’s probably impatient by now!”

    I followed her out, my eyes closed to the hallway until we got down the flight of stairs. When we got downstairs we were welcomed by Harry. He walked forward and wrapped me in a huge hug which I graciously accepted. He kept his arm around me as we followed Kara out to the car. “I’m glad to see you’re doing better,” Harry smiled.

    “I wouldn’t say better,” I mumbled. “I just look better than I did because I took a shower.”

    Harry chuckled. “I’m sure you weren’t that bad.”

    “Kara said I smelled like the garbage; it was bad.” Harry laughed at me, squeezing my shoulder.

    “I can assure you, you smell nothing like the garbage now; you smell like strawberries. I like it.” I looked up at him as he smiled down at me. He led me to the passenger seat before climbing into the back. “I figured Kara would be better suited for driving us today.”

    “Damn straight I’m better suited! I drive like a champ,” Kara said proudly, flipping her hair as we started down the road. The two bantered back and forth about driving skills while I just leaned against the window, focusing on the people walking by. I didn’t realize we were finally stopped until Harry came around and opened my door for me and unbuckled my seatbelt.

    “Come along now; I have a good surprise for you,” Harry said, taking my hand and leading me down a dirt path. It took me a minute to realize we were in the park now, headed towards the castle. Kara followed behind us, making sure I didn’t try and bolt. I almost had to run to keep up with Harry as he became more excited. When we finally made it to the castle, we turned to see Kara waving goodbye.

    “You’re leaving me already?” I asked, the despair evident in my voice.

    “Ouch, I didn’t realize I was that bad,” Harry muttered. Kara giggled.

    “Well, I have to get part two all sorted! Just shoot me a text when you’re close, Harry!” Kara called over her shoulder as she sauntered away.

    “Shall we?” Harry asked, opening the door for me. I walked in, the air conditioned air sending goosebumps down my body. Harry led me up the stairs through the dimly lit gothic style building, cautioning me to watch my step as we walked up. He stopped us right before we walked out the upper level door, placing his hands over my eyes gently. “No peeking, alright?” I sighed in response, hearing the door open slowly as the hot air hit me, feeling nice.

    “Okay, open,” Harry announced as we stopped walking. I took his hands away to find a brand new Gibson acoustic guitar lying on a blanket in front of me. I stared at it, deeply confused. “What do you think?”

    “Oh…you shouldn’t have?” I asked. I shook my head and looked back at him. “What is this supposed to be?”

    “I bought you a brand new guitar for your new singing career! I heard your new singles on the radio today and people were calling you the next big thing! I was really happy and excited for you so I bought you this,” Harry explained, moving us towards it. We sat down as Harry took it in his hands. “I made sure it was completely perfect for you.”

    I sighed, rubbing my scalp in frustration. “Harry this is nice but…I can’t accept gifts from you.”

    “Why not?” Harry asked, looking up from tuning the guitar.

    “Because I just broke up with one of your best friends and you’ve been with me and now you’re buying me these really nice things and…I don’t want to take it and make you think there’s something that’s going to come from it. Do you get what I’m saying?”

    Harry took my hand in his, locking his eyes with mine. “I’m not doing anything like that; I’m trying to help you become the happy person you were before, Katie. I really care about you and I hate seeing you like this and hearing you haven’t gotten out of bed for three days. When was the last time you ate?” As if on cue, my stomach released a deafening growl. “That’s what I thought; Katie, listen to me.”

    “I’m listening,” I whispered.

    “I want you to know I’m here for you. No matter what, I’m not going to go anywhere,” Harry answered sincerely. “I’m not going to leave you.” I bowed my head.

    When I looked back up, Harry had set the guitar aside, pulling me to him. I let him pull me onto his lap, his arms taking me in. I leaned my head against his chest, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. “Thank you, Harry.” He kissed the top of my head, slowly rocking us.

    We stayed like that for a bit until the hot air became too uncomfortable and we ended up leaving. We took a cab back to the apartment. Harry got me talking some more too. I was confused when he climbed out with me, following me to the door. “Katie, hold on a second.” I turned to face him, a nervous expression on his face. “Before we can move on to part two, I have to ask you something.”

    “What is it?” I asked, clutching the guitar in my hand. Harry moved up to the step below mine, taking my free hand up to his lips before he knelt down.

    “Would you do me the incredible honor of being my date tonight to dinner?” His eyes were so hopeful, so earnest.

    “One condition,” I answered, kneeling down to his level. “You have to promise to make me smile again.”

    Harry smiled, grabbing my face and kissing my cheek gently. He pressed his forehead to mine. “I promise I will make you smile.” I nodded, standing back up. “I’ll see you right here at seven,” Harry called to me. I turned and gave him a wave, carrying my guitar back up to the apartment.


    By the time seven rolled around, I was dressed in a beautiful spaghetti strap silver gown, flowing down lightly around my feet in a feathery silk fabric covered in sparkles. My shoes were plain silver, hidden by my dress. My hair was loosely curled at the ends and my makeup accented all the right places; my eyes held a small spark in them. I had to admit, I was slightly excited for this. I hardly ever had an excuse to get dressed up and with Harry…this was bound to be elegant. Kara helped me down to the lobby at the stairs. When the door opened, there stood Harry in a fitting tuxedo, a bouquet of tiger lilies in his hand. I gasped when I saw them, smelling them delicately.

    “I love them,” I whispered, taking them from Harry. “Kara would you please?” Kara nodded and took them from me with a smile.

    “See you later!” Kara chirped, shutting the door behind her.

    I turned back to Harry who was smiling at me. “Katie, you look absolutely stunning,” he breathed. I looked down with a blush, rubbing the back of my neck shyly.

    “Thank you,” I mumbled. “You aren’t half bad yourself.”

    Harry chuckled, offering his arm. “Come; you’re going to be smiling by the end of the night.”

    We drove to Central Park again, only this time he took me to a small hidden area, the trees decorated with small white faerie lights. In the center stood a round white table, a bottle of wine and two glasses set on top of the pressed tablecloth. It was a warm night, the fireflies giving the air more magic. I walked forward in awe, taking my seat as Harry helped me. We didn’t have a fancy dinner, we didn’t talk about Louis, we didn’t talk about anything in particular. We just talked to each other for hours it seemed, drinking wine. I found myself smiling again, giggling at some of the things he said. Harry, naturally, looked self-righteous, realizing he had succeeded. I found myself opening up again, feeling happy. When Harry announced it was midnight, I was shocked; it didn’t feel like we had been there that long.

    When we arrived back at Kara’s, I was reluctant to get out of the car. “Harry, thank you for this. Really, you’re amazing,” I said with a light smile. I leaned forward and kissed his cheek, not pulling away. “I’m glad I have you.”

    “I’m always here for you, no matter what you need.” Harry squeezed my arm. I slid out of the car, slowly walking up to the door, secretly wishing he would come after me. I don’t know what possessed him, maybe he heard me, but I heard the other car door slam and his feet running up behind me.

    “Katie,” Harry said, spinning me around as he placed his hand on the small of my back. He leaned down to me and I felt my hands go to his chest.

    “Harry,” I whispered. He leaned down, connecting our lips. We stayed like this for a while, holding each other while our lips moved together softly. We didn’t deepen the kiss, we didn’t try to go farther; it was a sweet, long kiss. We pulled apart naturally, Harry leaving a lingering kiss on the corner of my mouth.

    I watched him leave in the taxi, not moving from the sidewalk. I felt a smile play at my lips as he slowly faded into the lights of the city. I knew he was smiling too.

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