Chapter Fifty Six

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THAT NIGHT (3rd person)

Alcohol is an evil object. Unless you count drugs but that's a different story. Too much alcohol makes you forget everything around you, your mind goes blank but you're still functioning.

Louis was leaning on the post to support himself. Drinking the last drop of his whiskey, the alcohol takes full control and effect on his helpless form. He could no longer stand up so he fell on all fours on the ground.

Right on cue, a young woman by the name 'Catherine' comes out of the hotel just in time to witness his drunkenness. Quickly, she runs up to him and kneels beside him. At this point, he's already fallen asleep on the pavement.

Any person in the right mind would would take a drunken person to their family or friend but not Catherine. She sees this as a great opportunity to save the day. She helps him to her car before anyone Louis knows comes out of the hotel. Hurriedly, she puts her keys in the ignition and drives away from the venue with a passed out Louis in the passenger seat.

LOUIS' POV

"Motherfucker!"

I get up with a massive headache. Haven't drank that much in years and hangover feels so foreign now. My head is throbbing like crazy and my eyes refuse to open. It's like they're glued shut.

I rub my eyes and carefully peeling them open. I frown, finding myself in an unfamiliar room. Last time I checked, Meg's room and mine is not coloured yellow. I whip my head from side to side, finding no portraits of us or the children anywhere.

Fuck, where am I?

I'm panicking now that I throw the covers off me. I'm still in my clothes from last night, that's good news. I fumble in my pockets for my phone and finally found it.

I regret checking my phone because there's a long list of missed calls. Mostly from Milly and Meg.

There's a couple from Harry and Liam and Jess... Even from Blaine. Shit, I've really done it. I shove my phone back in my pocket and sprinted outside. The living room is small and very foreign. I look at the photographs on the wall and I'm immediately terrified where I'm at.

A door opens and I immediately swirled around to check who it is.

"How long have you been awake?"

Catherine.

Of all people! Why Catherine?!

"Why did you take me here?" I ask her. She looks surprised by my question and she puts her mug on the table. She doesn't look like she has an answer so I ask her another question, "What happened last night?"

That's the question I'm terrified of.

FLASHBACK (Catherine's POV)

"Come on one more step..." After I said that, I was surprised with his next actions.

He grabs me by my shoulders and pins me against the wall. Is this really happening? I can feel my heart beat ten time faster in my chest. I swallow hard when the back of his hand strokes me cheek.

His eyes are vacantly staring at me but it sends a variety of emotions all over my body. "You're gorgeous tonight, love." He strokes my hair.
I feel like melting! "When did you dye your hair brown again?"

My heart drops. He's still talking about his wife. Meg used to have brown hair so he thought I was Meg until he saw my hair?

He really does love her. Even in this state he's still thinking about her. Why can't he see me that way? Why can't he see that I love him just as much? I don't understand how I got into this mess.

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