AN/ So I'm writing this story in Kendall's POV and my co-author Leviosa0812 is writing it in Logan's POV so we'll see how this goes remember read the story in Logan's POV it has the same story plot but It's pretty different so read it.

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Kendall POV

I hated this, no I detested this why couldn't we just skip the dancing? I don't understand why people enjoy watching us struggle on the dance moves while we were singing our heads off. It was tiring and useless. Thank god we didn't have to learn anything for Stuck. I loved that song so much. It allowed me to not dance for a while.

There was another reason why I liked that song so much. It represented exactly how I feel about Logan. I was stuck. I had no idea how I was ever going to tell him I loved him. He scared us so much. He would never admit how depressed he was. He wouldn't even tell us and we're his friends! Why couldn't he just tell us what was up with him? What was bothering him so much? Nothing seemed to have changed, apart from his well-being.

And our friendship. Especially mine and Logan's. He'd been slowly drifting away from me. It had been happening for a few months and the more time I wanted to spend with him, the more he pushed me away. At first he would flinch when I hugged him after a concert, a knee against his became too much. He couldn't sit next to me anymore, he avoided everything we'd to do together. The only time I saw him now, was during dinner or rehearsal. It hurt me so much.

It hurt me that he wouldn't let me touch him anymore. It hurt not being able to talk to him, no longer making him smile. It hurt not seeing him around. It hurt not having him in my presence at all. It hurt not having him as my friend anymore. He became a stranger.

All of this would've hurt less if he'd been happy. But that wasn't the case. He was depressed. We saw him falling down further and further. I saw him closing himself from us. I saw him losing all the color in his face. I saw him losing weight, he grew skinnier and skinnier every day. I saw him hurting so truly, madly, deeply we could practically feel it.

I could feel it. I loved him so much, always had. He means the world to me. My love for him made me stand up every day. Made me eat and made me talk. It made me live, it kept me going. For him.

And all I wanted for him was just to live. To be happy, even if that meant I would never confess my love to him.

My love for him went so deep. It burned me on the inside like a wildfire. It came up slowly, tickling my inside. It grew stronger. The flames grew bigger and the smoke got thicker, filling me with unconditionally, impossibly true feelings. Then I was burning. The flames got too much, the smoke became too thick and I felt myself falling for him hard. I loved him with every part of my body. My feet would walk to him where ever it is he was. My legs would run to him if he needed me. My chest would comfort him when he needed soothing. My arms would hug him tightly, making sure I would never lose him. My hands would hold his, would touch him whenever they could. My lips would kiss him passionately, but softly. Needing, but gently. Harshly, but sweet. Lovingly in all the right ways. My eyes would lock his, looking at him forever. I was completely obsessed, sinfully, unchangeable, longingly in love with Logan.

Now the four of us were standing in the recording booth. Carlos and James playing with their microphones like it were swords and fighting each other. I pretended to watch their match, but I was really focusing on Logan, like always. He was leaning against the wall and seemed lost in thought. He lost all the color on his face weeks ago and the bones you could see through his shirt were normal already. It was sickening. I had no idea how he managed to hold himself up. It was weird though, he was always eating everything my mom made so I didn't know how he could lose so much weight.

"DOGS! BREAK'S OVER! Oh Yeah, and it better be good or else we'll be staying here a lot longer!"

James, Carlos and I groaned while Logan just pushed away from the wall and walked to his microphone. We went through the song and then again and again. It was awful, but it wasn't Logan who sounded bad. Not at all, he sang even better than ever. No, it was me who was terrible. I managed to fuck up every line I sang and there weren't even that much I had to sing in this track.

"Kendall! You're terrible! My ears are hurting! I want you out of the booth so I can record the people who CAN ACTUALLY SING!" Yelled Gustavo. He was pissed off and for once I could totally understand it. I sucked.

I hung my earphones over the microphone stand and left the booth to sit down next to Kelly and watch my friends sing without me.

I paid special attention to Logan when he sang. It seemed like how skinnier he became, how higher his voice could reach and now he sounded almost eerie. His cheeks were hollow and you could see his skin hugging his skull tightly. The big brown eyes I worshipped seemed to be even bigger, but they were empty. There was no emotion at all. He was so small. From the few muscles he had was nothing left and I swear that his wrists were just as slender as Katie's. And that was saying something.

They finally finished the song and Gustavo let us go to the dance studio. This was always the part were Logan showed emotion. Worry.

We all were worried about Logan during dance practice. Even when he didn't move at all it looked like he was about to break. I didn't want to know what things could go wrong during exercises. It just wasn't were Logan was worried about. I had no clue what it could be if it wasn't that, but he didn't seem to notice at all that he lost 10 pounds, or more. "Get X-ready, boys! We're going to X-dance Till I forget about you!" Said Mr. X. He clapped his hands. He was so gay. I thought I was bad, but he was so much worse than I was. As we sang Logan got more worried and panicky when we reached his flip he almost had to be thrown into the air when he landed on the ground, I blinked a few times to make sure what I was seeing was correct.

There was something on his legs and it was leaking? "Logan, what's that on your leg?"