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?


4. Chapter Four


    I stood there for a moment, shivering slightly in the early morning breeze. How did Jace know where to take me? I replayed our scene from this morning, double checking and making sure I didn’t tell him where I lived. Positive I didn’t, I turned around and walked into Kara’s building. I wasn’t looking forward to the fifty mile hike up the stairs to her floor, so I decided to test the elevator. By some odd chance it was working. I silently thanked my lucky stars and pressed the button up to our floor. I held my breath the whole way up, praying it wouldn’t shut down on me. The instant the doors opened I rushed out and began pounding on Kara’s door. I had to tell her what just happened.

    “Calm the fuck down! Jesus what is wrong with you?” Kara opened the door and I ran in, throwing my stuff on the couch and turning to face her.

    “He knew where I lived. I didn’t even tell him and he just drove straight here without any hesitation,” I yelled. Kara grabbed my shoulders.

    “Honey, calm down; you probably told him when you were drunk last night,” she said in an attempt to calm me down.

    “I don’t remember telling him that!”

    “You don’t remember a damn thing last night! What did you tell me right before you left the club?” I paused, trying to think. Kara was right; I didn’t remember anything.

    “Okay, so I don’t remember anything. Why wouldn’t he answer me then? I tried to ask him and he just waved and practically ripped the road off of the ground when he took off. How do you explain that?”

    Kara looked me up and down. “Well, with how awful you look right now, I wouldn’t want to be seen dropping you off anywhere either.” I punched her arm and walked to the bathroom. “Take a shower while you’re back there! You smell like alcohol and vomit,” she called. I gave her the finger and shut the door, listening to her laugh.

    I took my time in the shower, letting the hot water relax my tense muscles. I was relieved I hadn’t done anything last night with Jace; I wouldn’t be able to face Louis if I cheated. He’d done so much for me over the past seven months of my life and I would hate to ruin it. I loved Louis and nothing could change that. He was everything to me and I couldn’t imagine myself without him. I felt guilty though, not answering his text. I’ll call him today, I thought. It would be a good idea; we needed to talk things out a bit and clear the air; then I’d come clean about last night. I knew nothing had happened, but I felt guilty about it. Hell, I’d woken up in a complete stranger’s bed wearing his clothes! Well, not a complete stranger; I knew his name. Jace…what an odd name for someone in New York. Something about him though…it was so familiar, like I’d seen him before.

    I stepped out of the shower, completely scrubbed down and shaved, smelling like strawberries. If there was one thing Kara and I were obsessed with, it was smelling good. Fortunately, Kara remembered how much I loved strawberries. I sniffed my wet hair, smiling. Strawberries made me happy. I wiped the mirror off a little, making a small peep hole for me to see myself in. My hair was plastered to my neck and back, my eyes prominent against my wet skin. I brushed my teeth and dried myself off. Waltzing out of the bathroom clad in a towel, I made my way to the dresser. I wasn’t going anywhere special today, so I decided on a pair of tan shorts and a thin white shirt. It rested on one shoulder, revealing the other. I slid on a pair of white Toms and walked out to the living room to find Kara trying to unlock my phone.

    “What the hell are you doing?” I demanded, snatching it out of her grasp.

    “It wouldn’t stop buzzing so I wanted to see what the hype was all about,” Kara explained. “I think it’s a voicemail.”

    “Really? I never get those.” I felt a wave of embarrassment run over me. “Maybe it’s from last night,” I whispered. I met Kara’s intense gaze and we stayed there for a minute.

     Finally, she exploded. “Open the damn voicemail!” She lunged for my phone and I backed away with a scream.

    “No! What if it’s from some drunk ass pedophile?!” I held my arm up, only giving me about and inch in reaching advantage. Kara ran into me, almost knocking the phone out of my hand. “Kara calm down!”

    “I want to hear your drunken voice,” she laughed. I couldn’t help but laugh now.

    “Alright alright! I’m opening it now,” I laughed while unlocking my phone. I typed in my password (last four digits of my number…reaaaally sneaky, right?) and held it up to my ear. As it just so happens, there was a voicemail from Kara. I gave her a wicked smile. “You sound like hell, Kara; what ever did you drink last night?”

    Her face went pale. “Okay, let’s hear it; I can take it!” I hit replay on the message and put it on speaker.

    “KATIE! My bitch…where the fuck did you go? I saw you walking out with some dude…and now I’m all alone. Why did you leave me the fuck…DON’T TOUCH ME DUMB SLUT!” The message clicked and was finished. With her drunk though, the whole message actually sounded more like this; “KATIEEE! Mah biitcchh…wher the FUCK did you gewww? I s-s-saw you wALKing out with s-some DUDEE…and now, I’m aaaaallllll alllonnnEEE. Why did you LEAVE me the FUCK…DON’T TOUCH ME dumb SLUT!”

    “So, I’m thinking about saving this and using it as blackmail the next time I need something from you,” I laughed, falling backwards onto a chair. Kara groaned at me, burying her face in a pillow.

    “The bad thing is, I half remember sending that to you; I was stumbling around the club and some bitch ran into me, giggling like some insane asylum patient. I’m pretty sure I shoved her…which only made her laugh harder.” We started giggling, imagining Kara’s enraged face as the girl fell on her ass laughing. I hadn’t realized that the next message had started playing through all of this.

    “…we’re going to do this the right way. I’m coming to New York.” I froze, registering Louis’s voice.

    “Katie what the hell is that?” Kara asked, the same amount of alarm on her face. I shook my head and held my hand up, indicating her to be quiet. She obliged as I replayed the message, paying attention to all of it this time.

    “Katie, it’s Louis. I’m so sorry I haven’t been returning your calls or messages and I honestly have no excuses. We’re going to work through this and we’re going to do this the right way. I’m coming to New York.” I replayed it again.

    “Okay I think we get the point!” Kara screamed. I looked up and ended the voicemail, surprised. “Sorry, it was just driving me a little crazy. Louis is coming here?”

    “I…I don’t know…” I slumped back in my chair, a nervous feeling finding its way into my stomach. Was he serious about this? He was just going to show up, just like that?

    “When is he coming?” Kara pushed.

    “I don’t know! How am I supposed to know!” I stood up and ran a hand through my damp hair. “Louis, what’s going on with you?” I whispered. I looked at the time; it was 9:30. He’d sent the message last night, so that would have been…fuck I can’t figure out time zones.

    “Okay, maybe you should call him and figure out what’s going on, okay?” Kara stood next to me with a hand on my shoulder. “I’ll be right here, alright?”

    “Thank you, Kara,” I smiled, putting my hand on hers. I found Louis’s number (first on my speed dial) and pressed talk, butterflies going around in my stomach. Why was I so nervous? It was just Louis…

    “Hello, you’ve reached Louis Tomlinson.” I heard Harry’s imitation of Louis, indicating a voicemail. “If you’d like to leave me a message, feel free to but I probably won’t get back to you because I’m too busy hanging out with the most amazing person ever, Harry Styles. Bye!”

    I hung up and shook my head at Kara. “I don’t know what to do…” I trailed off.

    “Okay, why don’t you go down to this café and ask for a job; I checked them out before you got here and they said for you to just come down whenever,” Kara smiled. “And if something comes up, I’ll let you know okay? It’ll be fine, I’m sure he just misses you.”

    “But what if something’s wrong, Kara? What if he-“

    “He’s NOT going to break up with you so don’t even say it. It’ll be fine; we just have to wait until he comes. Now,” Kara continued, pulling me off of the chair. “Go dry your hair, put on some make-up and go down to the café. Here’s the address.” She pushed me into the bathroom. “I’ll be out here!”

    I did as she said, leaving my hair down wavy. I freshened up and walked out, ready to go. “Mind if I take the jeep?”

    “I was just going to offer that; I think it’s supposed to storm today,” Kara replied, tossing her keys in my direction. “Be careful!” She called after me as I walked out.

    “I will, don’t worry,” I smiled back, giving her a wave as I shut the door. The drive there was quiet, seeing as how it was only me in the car. I didn’t even turn on the radio. I checked the address on the paper that Kara had given me and pulled in front of a retro looking coffee shop. I shut the door behind me and locked it. I walked into the dimly lit café, admiring the décor. It was everything a café should be and there was even a stage for live acoustic performances. I liked it here already.

    I walked towards the back, noting the emptiness of the place; when did they open? “Hello, is anyone here?” I called out. Suddenly, a young perky woman who looked about 26 poked her head around a corner from the kitchen.

    “Can I help you?” She smiled, walking up to me. Her nut brown hair was cut short, and black framed glasses covered her shining green eyes. Her positive energy made my nerves settle and I couldn’t help but smile back at her.

    “My name is Katie, I was told to come here for a job? My friend Kara stopped by earlier,” I explained.

    The woman just nodded. “Yes, I was expecting you. My name is Erin, I’m the floor manager,” she smiled and extended her hand. I took it and nodded my understanding. “I’ve been told you have experience in waitressing?” I nodded again. “Well, we are severly understaffed for the summer and I would love it if you could join us. We are a live performance kind of place and we encourage employees to participate…only if you can sing though,” Erin added.

    “Oh, don’t worry I can sing,” I smiled. “And I’ll gladly take any position you have open.”

    Erin’s face lit up. “Fantastic! Could you start tonight? Oh, I can partner you up with one of our more experienced employees too for your first few nights.”

    “That sounds great! What are the hours?” I asked, taking mental notes.

    “We’re open from seven to eleven every night. I’d like you to come every night for at least a month so you can get into the swing of things,” Erin explained. “If you could come at six tonight so I can partner you up with someone and you can kind of get a feel for the place that would be good as well.”

    “I’ll be here at six!” I said with a smile. I waved goodbye to Erin and walked out to the jeep. Dark storm clouds had started to roll in. I checked the time; seeing as how it was only 10:40, I decided to go get some coffee (ironically). I drove to the nearest Starbucks and sat at one of the tables inside, sipping on a hot coffee. I pulled my phone out and updated Kara on my situation. I was glad to finally have a job. Hopefully it paid well too.

    I finally drove back to the apartment. I got inside and found Kara on the couch, flipping aimlessly through channels. “Eventful morning, dear?” I asked, sitting next to her.

    “Not at all,” she replied, setting the remote down. “So you got the job?”

    “From what I’ve been told, yeah. I have to go back at six and I’ll be working every night from seven to eleven for at least a month,” I explained.

    “What?! No partying for you?” Kara asked, her lip getting pouty.

    “Hey, only for a month. If I do good, maybe they’ll let me get some evenings off sooner than that,” I smiled. Kara nodded and stood up.

    “Well, I’m going down to do some laundry; you need anything washed?” Kara asked.

    “Actually, yes I do,” I laughed. “Would you mind doing it for me? I kind of want to take a nap,” I said sheepishly. Kara laughed and nodded.

    “Alright, just get a bag together for me.” I walked back and put the majority of my clothes in a duffel. After Kara left, I lay down on the bed and shut my eyes, falling asleep almost instantly.


    “Hey, Katie, it’s a quarter after five. You should probably start getting ready.” I opened my eyes to see Kara standing over me. I sat up and rubbed my eyes gently.

    “Okay, thanks,” I mumbled. I walked to the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face. Suddenly, there was a loud rumble and the building shook. I yelped and ran out to the living room. “What the fuck was that?!” I screamed.

    Kara looked at me, confused. “Thunder…”

    I felt my face go hot. “Oh…right,” I mumbled. “Sorry.” I heard Kara giggle behind me and I walked back to the bathroom, drying my face and hands off. I reapplied some make-up and grabbed my hand bag and the keys to the jeep. “I’m off! See you later okay?”

    Kara waved me off, her attention fully on something she was reading on her phone. I rolled my eyes and walked out the door. When I got to the café I parked in front and locked the jeep behind me as I ran in, shielding myself from the rain that was beginning to pour.

    “Ah, Katie you’re here!” Erin walked up to me and smiled. “I’m guessing the storm picked up?” I nodded and laughed. “Well, follow me and we can dry you off and get you into your uniform.”

    “Are they…you know…” I didn’t want to say it out loud; why would I outright call a uniform ugly in front of a floor manager?
    Erin just laughed. “No, they’re actually very form fitting. We try and keep it attractive to the customer eye and pleasing for the employee to wear.” I sighed my relief, making her laugh again. “Oh and this is your partner for tonight; he’ll show you the ropes and maybe even show you how we perform here.” She turned to me, her voice getting quiet. “He’s quite good looking, so don’t go starting anything you can’t finish,” Erin winked.

    “Oh, I have a boyfriend, so you don’t have to worry about that,” I laughed. I followed her back to the kitchen as she led me to a group of other employees.

    “Katie, I’d like you to meet Janelle, Shane, Joey, Erica and you’re partner for the night,” Erin continued, gesturing to the final man. “Jace.”

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