Need you Now
Performed by Lady Antebellum
Picture perfect
memories scattered all around the floor
Reachin' for the phone
cause I can't fight it anymore
And I wonder if I ever crossed your
mind
For me it happens all the time
It's a quarter after
one, I'm all alone and I need you now
Said I wouldn't call but I
lost all control and I need you now
And I don't know how I can do
without
I just need you now
Another shot of whiskey
can't stop looking at the door
Wishing you come sweeping in the
way you did before
And I wonder if I ever crossed your mind
To
me it happens all the time
It's a quarter after one, I'm a
little drunk and I need you now
Said I wouldn't call but I lost
all control and I need you now
And I don't know how I can do
without
I just need you now
Guess I'd rather hurt than feel nothin' at all
It's a quarter after one I'm all alone and I need you now
And I said I wouldn't call but I'm a little drunk and I need you now
And I don't know how I can do without
I just need you now
I just need you now
Ooo, baby, I need you now
Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls or the Lady Antebellum song.
A/N: This is probably going to be a short one.
Chapter 1
Rory sat in her childhood bedroom surrounded by luggage, piles of dirty clothes and hundreds of scattered photos. It was late on a Wednesday night in mid November. She had written her last story, celebrated the victory of her candidate and caught a late flight back to Hartford, taken a taxi and surprised Lorelei by knocking on the door at midnight. Lorelei, being pregnant, had joyously welcomed her home and quickly fallen back to sleep, leaving a very wound up Rory to her own devices.
Rory was curled up, surrounded by pictures of her days at Yale. The Life and Death Brigade, the Daily News, the Pub, the Gilmore Pool House Days, the Loft Days. Logan's brown eyes, messy blond hair, strong arms, flirtatious smirk.
The last 18 months had been a whirlwind of activity, with scattered moments like this, her memories scattered around her as she sat alone in her hotel room. When she was alone, late in the night, unable to sleep, she wondered if he thought of her as often as she thought of him. If he ever absentmindedly picked up the phone to call her to tell her a funny story or about a bad day the way she did so often.
Unable to stop herself, she picked up her phone. It was 1:15 and she couldn't talk herself out of dialing his number.
"You have reached Logan Huntzberger. Please leave a message and I will get back to you ASAP."
Rory smiled as she listened to the wireless providers instructions and waited for the beep.
"Hey, Logan," she paused. "Wow, it has been a while since I said that. Anyway," she paused again. "I don't know what I'm doing. I told myself I wouldn't call you. I just got back to Stars Hollow, its quarter after one and I couldn't stop myself from calling you. I just," Rory sighed and started again. "I just need you Logan. If I haven't crossed your mind in the past 18 months, If you haven't picked up the phone to call me before realizing that you couldn't call me, don't call me back. I need you Logan, if you need me too, call me, come see me, something." Rory hung up the phone and curled back up on the bed, a lone tear running down her cheek. Eventually, she fell asleep.