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?

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3. Chapter Three

 

    Louis’s P.O.V. I couldn’t meet Harry’s gaze; I knew what I would meet. I felt his eyes burning holes into me, anger filling them. “What did you do?” Harry’s voice was dark.

    “It was when we were in Dallas,” I started, trying not to let my voice tremble. “Katie and I had gotten into this huge fight over the phone. She saw that picture of me with that girl when we had gone out after the concert and got the wrong impression. She started saying that she didn’t even know why we were dating anymore if all we did was fight and we didn’t call as often as we should have. She ended up hanging up on me. I was really upset and angry so I went out and had a few drinks. I met up with this girl…” I trailed off. “I didn’t know what had happened until I woke up the next morning in her apartment.”

    “You cheated on Katie,” Harry said quietly.

    “I’m so sorry,” I whispered. I felt Harry stand up, a dark laugh coming out of him.

    “Don’t apologize to me, Louis. I’m not the one you cheated on,” Harry retorted, disgust in his voice. “What the hell were you thinking? Do you know how worried she is about you? She probably can’t even have fun right now!”

    “What are you talking about?” I looked up through watery eyes at his angry expression.

    “She went out with Kara, Louis. They’re at a club right now.”

    “I need to talk to her, Harry. I…I need to call her!” I jumped up and grabbed my phone, calling her number. It went straight to voicemail. I needed to talk to her; what if something happened?

    “Her phone’s turned off; I tried calling her again earlier.” Harry grabbed my arm and shoved me up, making me stumble back. “You promised her, Louis. You made a fucking promise that you swore you’d keep.”

    “I know, Harry! You don’t think I feel horrible?” I yelled.

    “She trusted you with everything she had!” Harry yelled back. “She’ll never trust anyone ever again! Do you understand that? You were the one she depended on after she started recovering and you let her down. How is she ever supposed to let someone back in again?” Every word that Harry yelled at me was like a slap to the face. I felt myself coming undone as a sob came through me.

    “I don’t know what to do,” I said, my voice cracking. “Harry, what do I do?”

    “I’m not going to help you. When Katie comes to her senses and decides to leave you, I won’t be there for you,” Harry said, walking closer to me. “I’m going to be there for her; that’s where I’ve always been and where I’ll always stay no matter what.” Harry walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him. I fell to my knees, desperation taking over me

    “I’m so sorry Katie,” I whispered. I grabbed my phone again, this time leaving her a voicemail. “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 took a breath, steadying my voice. “I’m coming to New York.”

 

    Katie’s P.O.V. I woke up, a groan escaping my lips. I rolled over onto my stomach and reached out to my side table for my phone. It wasn’t there. In fact, nothing was there, just empty space. I opened my eyes and pushed myself up; this wasn’t my bed and these weren’t my clothes. I was in a white t-shirt and grey sweatpants, my hair a bird’s nest. I turned around so that I was sitting, observing my surroundings. It was a simple bedroom with white walls and a window to my left. I could see the black railing of the fire escape, hinting we were more than ten stories up. There was a side table to my left, with a lamp, a small television on top of an oak dresser in front of me. The bed was a single but very soft. I dangled my legs over the edge of the bed, letting my toes graze the cold wooden floor. A small shiver ran through me. Where was I? Then, a wave of panic came. What the hell did I do last night?

    I walked towards the door, opening it slowly. Much to my dismay, it groaned the whole way open, probably alerting whoever else was in the apartment. “Please let it be a guy, please let it be a guy,” I whispered almost inaudibly. I walked down the short, narrow hall and rounded a corner, walking down a small flight of stairs to a quaint little kitchen. There, at the center table, sat a man.

    “Oh thank you God,” I sighed, causing him to jump and turn around. His dark blue eyes studied me.

    “Are you alright?” He laughed. I nodded and slowly crept further in. “You can sit down if you want, Katie.” I took the chair at the head of the table, furthest away from him.

    “So…what’s your name?” I asked with an awkward smile.

    “You don’t remember? Well, at least you beat my five minute challenge.”

    Realization dawned on me. “Oh, you’re Jace!” He nodded and smiled at me, his black bangs going into his eyes a little. “Good morning.”

    Jace chuckled. “Good morning, Katie. Would you like some coffee? Aspirin?” When he said aspirin, I was suddenly acutely aware of the throbbing headache I had. I nodded, only making it worse. “Here you go,” he said, handing me a glass of coffee and two white pills. I downed them and took a long drink of my coffee, trying to avoid open conversation.

    “You’re awful quiet when you aren’t completely drunk,” Jace joked. I choked on my coffee, making him laugh.

    I felt a blush creep up my face. “How drunk was I?”

    “Well, you started calling me Louis,” Jace started, my eyes growing wide. “And then you tried to take a shower in the sink.”

    “Please, no more,” I groaned. I put my head in my hands. What the hell. I looked up at Jace, meeting his gaze hesitantly. “Did we um…do, you know…anything?”

    He laughed at me again. “No, Katie we did not do anything.”

    I heaved a sigh of relief. “Oh thank you God,” I breathed for the second time. I became curious. “Can I ask why?”

    “Well,” Jace said, leaning in. “One does not really have sex with someone who is unconscious.”

    I gasped, my hands flying up to cover my mouth. “I was…you mean I wasn’t even…” I couldn’t finish my sentence. I threw my hands into the air. “Well I bet THAT was attractive,” I groaned. Jace chuckled and took my empty cup from me, walking to the sink.

    “It was actually kind of cute, you know. You have this light snore and your nose gets all scrunched up when you move like you’re concentrating on it,” Jace said, looking back at me.

    “I only snore when I’m drunk,” I mumbled. “Look, this has been great and all, but I need my phone and I need to go, okay? My friend Kara is probably looking for me,” I explained.

    “No problem, Katie. Just let me grab my shoes and my keys and I’ll drive you to your place,” Jace replied smoothly, walking over to the door. “Your phone is in your clutch. That’s on the side table,” he said, pointing to a small table next to his couch. I nodded my thanks and walked over to it, turning my phone back on. I was suddenly bombarded with tons of texts and missed calls.

    The majority of them were drunken messages from Kara (no surprises there), but a few were from this morning; asking where I was, what was going on and so on. I decided to call her and save myself a three hour texting battle.

    “Katie, is that you?” Kara’s voice was surprisingly perky.

    “Yeah, sorry I kind of just woke up. What happened to you last night?”

    “I’m back at the apartment; I guess I was escorted out due to being too drunk. What happened to you?”

    “I met this guy Jace last night and-“

    “You slept with another guy?!” Kara yelled.

    “What? No! I was passed out last night. Anyway, he’s driving me home so I’ll be there in a few.”

    “Okay, Katie. I’ll see you then!” I heard a click, indicating she had hung up. I put my phone back in my clutch.

    “Oh, Jace where is my dress?” I called out. He had walked back to his bedroom.

    “I’m grabbing it now, actually,” He replied, walking back out with it in hand. He tossed it to me, which I easily caught and we were out the door.

    When we started to approach a black Chevy Camaro, I stopped him. “Um, what are we doing?”

    Jace turned to me. “Um, getting in my car...”

    “You drive a 2013 Chevy Camaro?” My mouth fell open.

    “Um yeah…are we going to go?” Jace gestured to his car.

    “And you live in THIS apartment?” I gestured back to the old brick building.

    “What’s wrong with that?” Jace asked.

    I just stared at him. “Absolutely nothing, I guess.” I shrugged and walked to the car, sliding onto the smooth leather of the passenger seat.

    We drove along through the neighborhood of which I did not know and I stared out the window. I kept glancing over at Jace, studying him. Why did he look so familiar? I must have been staring too long; a smile crept across his face and he chuckled.

    “Like what you see?” I rolled my eyes and sunk back in my seat, trying not to stare again. “You know, you can talk Katie; I don’t bite,” Jace said, trying to break the silence.

    “I honestly don’t know what to say, so why say anything at all?” I asked. Jace just nodded, seemingly understanding.

    “I see where you’re coming from, I guess. Why don’t you tell me about yourself? Then you’ll have something to talk about.”

    “Um, well I lived in Paris for about a month or two before going out to California for a month and now I’m here,” I answered simply.

    Jace smirked. “Okay, so why did you go to Paris?”

    “I don’t want to talk about it,” I muttered. Jace looked at me with a questioning look but I ignored him. “I went to California to sign with the record label Shira and moved here because their main office is here.”

    “Alright, fair enough. I’ve never heard of Shira,” Jace continued, trying to keep the conversation going.

    “They’re new,” I replied. We stayed silent the rest of the way. I shut my eyes, trying to look asleep.

    “Katie, we’re here.” I opened my eyes to see Kara’s apartment next to us. I nodded and picked up my dress and clutch.

    “Well, thanks for taking me here. It would have sucked to walk,” I muttered.

    “No problem,” Jace chuckled. I stepped out of the car but stopped suddenly. I turned around.

    “How did you know where to go?” I called out to him. “I never told you where I lived!” Jace just stuck his hand out the window and sped away. I crossed my arms over my shirt. What the hell?

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