A/N: I don't owe BTR (unfortunately). This is a serious story, I guess. It's about being bullied and what it can actually do to a person. In this fanfic the person being bullied is Logan. He is being bullied on Twitter by some of the fans. I personally hate bullying! It is so wrong to hurt another person for whatever reason and I guess that's why I'm writing this story. Hope you'll enjoy it and see what bullying can do to a person.
Logan decided to quickly check his email and Twitter. He grabbed a cup of Starbucks coffee and looked at his Iphone. He was always curious to read what his fans had to tell him. He knew he didn't post all that much himself, but he got lots of tweets himself daily. The BTR boys often talked to each other about twitter. The messages from fans were mostly positive, although they sometimes got some criticism too.
Lately, Logan had been receiving a lot of negative tweets. The messages always involved his singing, dancing or even his outer appearance. Their content was very personal and hurtful. Logan sometimes literally had to make himself open his Twitter account. He never ever mentioned this to any of his friends or family members before. He kept pretending to be the happy pop star without a care in the world in their presence. But the hurtful messages didn't do his self-confidence any good! He wasn't sure how long he would be able to cope with it anymore.
Logan sighed deeply and decided to check his Twitter anyway. He had a number of new tweets. The first tweets he read were adoring fans who posted how much they loved him. Logan smirked. He always thought it was awkward when strange girls hit on him, but it was also very flattering being called 'handsome, sexy and hot' by girls all over the country! He scrolled down a bit and immediately regretted doing so. He again had lots of hateful messages!
Do you honestly think you can sing?
You don't belong in this band. Kendall, James and Carlos are much better!
You're a worthless dancer. Your moves are never in sync with the others and your timing sucks.
The other band members are hotties. What are you? Nothing like a hottie.
Better go back to studying and stop bothering us with your worthless singing and horrible dancing.
You're so tiny. You just look like a big scared kid on stage.
You're way too skinny! Are you even normal?
The others are muscled and you're nothing like that. You're just fat!
No matter how hard he tried to control his emotions, it didn't work for one minute. Tears were stinging his eyes. Why did this happen to him? What did he ever do to deserve this? He tried so hard!
His vocal coach at the studio had told him what a great voice he had and had even showed him some extra tricks to fully explore the possibilities of his singing voice. He also paid extra attention when Mr. X was teaching them a new choreo. He practiced over and over again until he was sure he had it down. Mr. X had complimented him already. Obviously he had learned a lot and he was becoming a very good dancer.
Logan was also a very insecure young man, although he didn't exactly have a reason to be insecure. He wasn't too tall for a boy his age and he was skinny too. He had remained this slim while training and playing hockey for a couple of years back in Minnesota. But his body was also toned! So although he looked great and cute at the same time, he still was a very shy boy. It was all getting a bit too much for him to handle.
He knew he had to do something! He couldn't take it anymore, it was all getting to much for him to handle. Tears were pouring down his cheeks as he finished packing a few pieces of clothing in his suitcase. He had to get away from it all for a while! Logan took his Iphone and called the airline. He bought a one-way ticket to Europe. Camille, Logan's girlfriend since a couple of years, temporarily moved to London for a big filming job. She would stay overseas for about six months and Logan missed her a lot. He went for visits every now and then and he now decided to pay her an unscheduled visit. He needed her love and support now more than ever!
He also arranged for a cab to pick him up at the Palm Woods and would take the late night flight. He spent another evening with his bandmates and Kendall's mom and little sis, but never told them he would be leaving. He didn't say much at all that evening.
"Loges, are you feeling okay, man?" Kendall asked him worry evident in his voice.
'Me? I'm just tired, I guess," Logan lied. "I think I'll be going to bed a little earlier tonight."
That night Logan crawled out of bed and went to the bathroom to get dressed. He wore a simple white V-neck, a pair of skinny black jeans and a pair of white Converse. He grabbed his suitcase from his closet and left the room without waking up his fellow roommate Kendall. He took a good look around apartment 2J and then left. The taxi was waiting for him and took him straight to the airport. Logan got out, went to pick up his ticket and checked in. He picked up a cup of Starbucks coffee and waited to board his plane.
Logan shivered in his short sleeved shirt and decided to put on his hoodie for the flight. He felt nauseous too. The harsh words in the tweets kept running through his mind and he felt his eyes beginning to sting. He was happy to be boarding. He took a seat and sighed. It would be a long flight, but he would be with the girl he loved for a change and he desperately needed to be loved right now. He tried to eat a little something in order to settle his aching stomach, but that didn't work. He also tried to rest a little bit, but that didn't work out either. Upon arrival in London he was dead tired and feeling sick to his stomach, but he was happy he got to be with his girl. Finally!
He hurried to claim his bags and all but jumped into a cab. He couldn't wait to be with his Camille once again. After what seem to take ages, he finally arrived at the house the film studio rented for her. He hurried out of the cab and rang her doorbell.
Camille heard the doorbell ring. It was late and she was already in her pajamas. Who could possibly be ringing her bell at this hour she wondered. She decided not to open the door.
Logan nervously waited outside her door. All of a sudden he realized she was not opening her door. It's really late, he thought to himself. Maybe she is scared to open the door, because she doesn't know who it is? She could also be sleeping already? He took out his Iphone and typed a text message.
Cami, babe. It's me. Standing right outside your door at this very moment. Wanted to surprise you. Open the door. Please.
Camille heard her phone beep and grabbed it from the table. She read the text and immediately noticed it was a message from Logan. She nearly ran to the door.
"Hey you," she said happily.
"Hey you," he replied.
"Come in," she said. "You're freezing! You do know it's winter here, don't you? Did you at least bring a hoodie?"
Logan was still shivering when he entered Camille's place.
"I forgot, but yeah my hoodie is in my backpack," he said.
"Come her," Camille said pulling him into her warm embrace.
Logan pulled her even closer to him.
"Missed you so much," he said. He buried his face into her wild brown curls.
"Me too," she said snuggling closer to him.
They let go of one another. Camille now noticed that there was something wrong with her boyfriend. He acted strangely.
"Logie, baby, are you feeling alright?" She asked him. She looked him straight into the eyes.
"No," he stuttered. " I … I …"
Camille worriedly looked at him. He looked paler as usual she noticed and his eyes were blood shot and red rimmed. She gently caressed his cheek without saying a single word.
"I can't take it anymore," Logan said while breaking down completely.
Camille wordlessly pulled him in her arms to comfort him.
"Shh," she said soothingly. "I'm here now. You're not alone."
All of a sudden she felt him go limb in her arms.
She tried to lower him to the cold floor without dropping him. She was thankful he was a light weight.
Logan regained consciousness as soon as his back made contact with the cold tiles on the floor. He shivered. Camille kneeled beside him and gently stroked his cheek.