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Chapter Sixty

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"30 minutes guys then we're back on set! Go to your positions and do what you got to do." Our director yelled but the worst was just to come. Her assistant brought over a megaphone and she screamed into it at the top of her voice, "Everybody, move it!"

I had to cover my ears as I passed to go to post production. When I got in, Alice smiled at me and crossed her arms. "She got moody again, huh?" She asks me.

"You have no idea." I mutter, pulling my jacket on. Alice gives me a weird look, staring at me from head to toe.

"Heading out so early?" She asks me.

I nod and zipped my jacket to my neck. "Yeah, I am. I've been here early in the morning and today's kind of important." I tell her.

I'm heading over to QIU the moment I leave the studio. This morning, I dropped everyone off at school and Louis at work. For some reason, he was nervous about today. Yesterday, he was so excited and he couldn't wait to leave. But this morning he didn't even eat a full meal. He only had a cup of tea and a couple of biscuits before we left home.

EARLIER THIS MORNING: LOUIS' POV

Today is the day. I get up and walk into the bathroom, taking a quick shower. Once I'm done, I wrap a towel around my waist and take a good look at myself in the mirror.

I look like a ghost and there are dark circles under my eyes, a result of not sleeping. After Meg and I talked, we went to bed. Only I didn't fall asleep right that second, unlike Meg.

All that was running through my head was how was I going to confront Catherine? How do I get her to tell me what happened? And even if she does, should I just trust what she tells me? Not remembering anything that night is a massive disadvantage because I wouldn't know if she's telling the truth or just playing tricks on me.

The only thing I'm sure of is that I'm guilty about something. All week I've been trying to remember but nothing strikes me. There's an imminent fog around a memory that I wish I can see more clearly.

I put on my sweatpants and sneakers a bit absentmindedly. I fixed myself up like a zombie, mindlessly putting my Adidas jacket over my white shirt. I didn't even notice Meg coming in as I messily dry my hair with a towel.

She looks like she's in a much better shape than I am. She has fixed up herself neatly and she looks fresh like she just woke up from a good nights sleep. Her long blonde hair frames her face with the section that's supposed to cover her eyes is pinned back.

"Are you nervous?" She asks, taking the damp towel from me. She throws it over the heater and turns it on.

"Should I be nervous?" I ask her rhetorically. She smiles and her fingers carefully runs through my damp hair.

"You'll be fine. You've given so much to the university, they'll thank you for it." She says. She stands on her tiptoes and pecks my cheek. I feel warmth rush through me but only for a second. "Breakfast is ready."

She turns around and I follow behind her. Immediately, I smell the aroma of freshly cooked bacon and the buttery smell of toast. Downstairs, all of our children are sat in their usual seat. Louise and Blaine are having a serious conversation that immediately stops when I sat down.

As appetising the food looks, I feel a strange and uncomfortable churning in my stomach. It feels like nothing I'll eat will sink in. Maybe it's my digestive system working against me or my nerves affecting my appetite.