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Chapter 3: Need
December 4, 2011- Minnesota Airport
"Are you hungry?" Logan jumped slightly, at the sudden voice right next to him. He turned his head to look up at James, realizing he was the one who had spoken. His heart rate slowed down a bit and he breathed a sigh of relief. He felt James squeeze his hand once, and unfamiliar warmth spread through his small chest.
He frowned for a second in confusion at the unfamiliar emotion. Suddenly, he realized James had asked a question and was waiting for an answer from him. He was about to answer when his stomach rumbled rather loudly. A dark blush painted over his cheeks again, while James laughed softly. His own cheeks were pink, and his nose was a bright red, but Logan figured it had something to do with the cold weather.
"Alright, how about we grab something to eat, real quick in the airport?" James said. He turned to Gustavo and his secretary. "Gustavo, you wanna get us checked in at the gate for your privet jet, while Logan and I get something to eat?"
"Well I would dog, but someone is bound to recognize you. And knowing you, you would get yourself in trouble." Gustavo grumbled and remained where his was. A pout played on James' lips.
"Oh yeah." James murmured softly. Here in Minnesota there was a rather small population, but kids (lots of kids) had still recognized him. Other people surely would also.
"Wait, I know!" James reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a pair of black shades. Gustavo raised an eyebrow. "What? I never go anywhere with out my shades. Or without my "lucky comb"." James defended and put the glasses over his eyes. Logan watched curiously with a tad portion of amusement. James brushed his bangs back, off of his forehead with his hand and pulled the hood over his head. "There, now we have nothing to worry about. Besides no one knows about Logan, so they would never figure I'd be out with some little kid. It's all good, big man." James grinned smoothly in confidence.
Gustavo huffed at the male but headed off with his secretary. James watched them disappear before looking down at Logan. Logan's eyes were fixed on where Gustavo had left. His cheeks were rosy as he buried his face deeper into his scarf and James laughed to himself. Logan blinked and looked back up at James with those innocent brown eyes. Curiosity peaked in those eyes. What is it about Logan that made me pick him? What's so special about him? James thought while Logan continued to watch him, full of innocence and curiosity.
How could anyone hurt him?
"You ready?" James broke the silence with his common, pearly white smile. Logan continued to hide in his scarf but gave a half nod. "Alright then let's see what they have here. Come on." He said gently and began to lead the way in the airport. For such a small town, the airport was defiantly busy with bustling people all over, running, walking or sitting. James subconsciously gripped Logan's hand tighter as he tried to weave in and out of the crowd of people.
They had to stop multiple times to see where they were or look at a direction sign for the airport. And multiple times James didn't know where to go. He was leading Logan all throughout the airport it seemed, but never once did they see any food. A tiny smiled graced Logan's lips as James lead them back around to find another sign, a small frown and lowered eyebrows stood out on his face.
Fortunately and elder woman noticed how lost James and Logan looked to be. Thankfully, she had asked if they needed to get directions somewhere, and out of relief James sighed and told her they wanted food. He explained that this was really the first time either of them had been to this airport – which was practically the truth. The woman had smiled and pointed westward and told them there was a food court just down the hall and to the right. James thanked the woman and led Logan in that direction.
He only stopped when the woman said goodbye, "Good luck to you and your adorable son." A lump had formed in James' throat and his eyes dilated for a split second before the mask went back on and he walked away. Son? If only.
X.X.X.X
Once James had finally found the food court he relaxed once more and pulled Logan into the court. Instantly the aroma of many foods filled the air James breathed and he realized just how hungry he really was. Next to him, Logan's eyes were so wide James could see all the white in his eyes, as they darted all around from person to person and food station to food station. He hesitantly stepped closer to James' leg and clutched his pants with his free hand.
"You okay?" James asked. Logan snapped his head up towards James as fast as his could, eyes remaining wide and scared. Logan made no effort to move or answer for a few minutes. Then slowly, he nodded. "Alright, just stay close, okay? Now, what are you hungry for?" Logan blinked blankly at James, who frowned. "You know, what do you want to eat? Let's see there's…McDonald's…A Chinese stand…um, also what looks like to be an ice cream stand or…pizza."
Logan turned his gaze to the food stands James had named. His eyes went back and forth to each one, before he lifted a pale finger. Right at McDonald's. James chuckled and nodded. Normally he didn't really go to McDonald's. He liked to stay healthy, fit and in shape all the time so he never really ate fast food. But when he did, he did it to reward or spoil himself every now and again.
"Alright, Mickey-D's it is." James chirped happily and headed for the line. It took longer than James wanted to wait in line and get their food. But they finally had their food, no one had recognized James and they were finally able to sit at a small, two-person table to eat. James could practically feel his mouth watering. Logan climbed onto the chair by himself, sitting on his knees to see and reached for a burger. Logan hadn't actually told James what he wanted so he ordered a simple meal for Logan. A burger, fries and a coke. Similar to what James had gotten.
Logan was hesitant at first just poking at his food, before James encouraged him to eat. He looked at James with those chocolate eyes of his – James nodded to him – and took a bite of the burger. Almost instantaneously his eyes brightened and his entire face lit up. It wasn't long before Logan was scarfing down the burger and soon his fries.
James laughed as he finished his own burger, when his thoughts began to roam. You'd think he had never seen a burger before. Maybe he's never eaten one before? Could that be why he wouldn't eat it at first? His lips pressed into a thin line. Logan was oblivious to him as he continued to eat. What had happened to him with his family? Were they neglectful? Did they die?
"Whoa kiddo, slow down. Take a drink." James said pushing Logan's coke toward him. Logan paused in mid bite of about four fires and swallowed. He happily too the coke and washed the food down with it. James couldn't help but smile. I really don't know anything about Logan. Why did I want him as much as I did? Why did he grab my attention? I know he was special, but what made him special? He hardly talks and he's so scared. It's defiantly not going to be easy, so why?
Why Logan?
James was broken out of his thoughts when a waitress came to their table, with a large vanilla milkshake in her hand and a bright red cherry. She stopped at James' table and smiled.
"Sorry sir, you forgot about this." She explained and James nearly face palmed. He had forgotten he ordered one. "Have a good day sir."
"Thank you very much." James grinned. Logan's eyes were now transfixed on the milkshake. James pushed it towards him.
"Here, you want some?" Logan stared at James once again in disbelief. "What? Don't you want to drink some of the milkshake?" At 'milkshake' Logan had cocked his head to the side. James frowned. "You've never had a milkshake before?" A nod from Logan and James swallowed. "Never?" Another nod. "Well you have to try it. It is just like ice cream only you drink it instead. It's nice and cold and delicious!" James said, putting two straws into the shake. Logan didn't move. "Here, look. I'll share it with you, see?" He sucked on his straw and allowed the cold drink to fill his mouth. He bent the other straw to Logan and pointed.
Carefully, Logan leaned in and put his mouth to his straw. In a matter of seconds his eyes were shinning brightly and a smile played on his lips. "Told you it was good." Logan gave James a nod and continued to drink with joy.
How could anyone hurt him?
Los Angeles Airport- 8:30 p.m.
"Oh yes, it's so good to finally be home. Where it's warm." James stretched as the limo pulled up to their gate. Logan hung back behind James and looked around his new environment. He still had his large coat on despite the now 65 degree weather of California.
The plane ride had been rather eventful for James. It turns out Logan had never ever been on a plane before. He was very hesitant and scared to get onto the plane. It took James a lot of convincing and talking to finally get Logan on the jet. When he saw they were the only ones, besides Gustavo and his secretary, he began to calm down. Once the plane at taken off James saw a new side of Logan.
He saw true fear in Logan and felt his heart ache. He attempted many times to distract Logan with the TV or magazines or simply talking to Logan about Kendall. Luckily, his distractions worked. Logan had calmed down and wasn't thinking about flying up until the plane had landed safely in the LAX. Once they were there Logan couldn't get off fast enough. He was the first one off the jet, followed by James and then Gustavo and his secretary.
The limousine had pulled up next to them and the driver – dressed in a black suit and chauffer hat – headed out the driver door to open the back. Behind the limo, another expensive car pulled up. James was momentarily surprised to see Gustavo and his secretary get into that car with their bags.
"Look dog, I have to set up an interview or something now for Logan, back at Roque Records. Take the day off and short the kid your house. I expect you at Roque Records the same time as always tomorrow." Gustavo stated loudly. With that the car drove off and he was gone. James shook his head with a soft laugh.
The driver had already placed the bags into the trunk and was holding the door for James and Logan. Logan hid behind James upon seeing the stranger.
"Mr. Diamond, if you are ready we may leave for your house for you and your guest." His driver said in a British accent. James smiled and nodded, pulling Logan into the back of the limo. "Congratulations to you and Mr. Knight upon the fostering." James gave a warm smile to the driver, knowing he really meant it.
"Thank you Regenald." He said as the driver headed to the front seat. James buckled himself into one of the back seats before helping Logan with his own seatbelt. The young, boy was gazing in awe around the entire limousine causing James to snicker.
Regenald took off towards the house while James continued to talk to Logan. He was explaining to Logan who Regenald was when his phone suddenly went off, with a familiar ringtone. James felt his heart beginning to race in his chest, and his palms became sweaty. Fear and love coursed in his veins. He picked up the phone and pressed the 'answer' button.
"Hey Kendall."
"Hey there you." Kendall's voice filled the speakers and James had to smile at his lover. "How have you been?"
"Alright. Just miss you is all." James admitted quietly. He heard a sigh on the other line but he could hear the smile in Kendall's voice.
"Me too Jamie. I miss you too. You'd think I'd get used to it after so long huh?" He laughed tiredly. James laughed with his fiancé and grinned.
"Yeah, but when you're in love, it's always hard." James said gently. Kendall chuckled in agreement. "You sound exhausted."
"Oh, yeah, we just finished playing the game. We went into overtime twice. It was defiantly a long game." Kendall explained and James nodded to himself.
"Ah got it. But you won right?"
"Do you even have to ask?" James barked a playful laugh and sighed happily. "So what have you been up to while I'm here?" James' heart rate picked up once more and he swallowed thickly. His eyes darted to Logan for a second and then back to the seat in front of them. Words couldn't form from his mouth. What do I say?
"Oh nothing really." James lied.
"Really? You haven't been hitting on anyone while I'm gone? No flirting?" Kendall teased playfully. James shook his head even though Kendall couldn't see.
"Of course not. You're the only one I'd flirt with. Too bad you're not here. It is rather lonely without someone to hit on." James drawled out with a smooth voice. Kendall laughed again.
"That's good my Jamie. Nobody else get's any of your love, got it?" A nervous smile played over James' lips.
"I do." He said gently. "But no, nothing has been up. But Gustavo is trying to help promote my new album for next year. He wants me to get more publicity." It wasn't a complete lie at all, but it also was not the whole truth.
"More? Why on Earth would you need more?" Kendall asked. "Is he being a jerk again to you? Honestly, I don't know why you put up with that guy. He always makes you work and calls you a dog."
"That's just Gustavo." James shrugged. "He'll always be like that. And I mean you don't hate him. I know you have a soft spot for the big guy. Besides he is helping me become famous! And live my dream." James teased but the fear still remained in him. "Besides your coach is no walk in the park either."
"Touché" Kendall laughed quietly no longer upset. "Alright, alright. But he better be nice to you, or I'll personally come kick his ass." James laughed. He did know Kendall was being serious.
"Don't worry. He is." James licked his lips. Through the speaker he could hear a voice in the background and Kendall moving away from the phone.
"Hey I got to go Jamie. Carlos says we're going to have a team meeting and I have to be present." Kendall sighed. James sighed, realizing his lover had to hang up. "I'll talk to you again soon. I love you."
"Love you too." James smiled. "Bye." When Kendall said his goodbye James closed his phone with a tired sigh. Suddenly he was exhausted.
He still hadn't told Kendall yet.
X.X.X.X
James' house – 9:00 p.m.
James smiled once he opened the front door to his home. Despite how late it was, both he and Logan were still wide awake by the time they reached his house. "Well Logan. This is it. Welcome to my humble home." Humble may not have been the right word, considering James and Kendall lived in a mansion close to Hollywood. Both being quite famous for what they did, money usually never was a problem. And sometimes Kendall would spoil James. Like with their house.
Logan breathed out sharply, his eyes wandering over every detail in the new house. His coat was now hanging from his arm, while James placed his suitcase by the front closet. He gently hung Logan's up while Logan remained mesmerized with everything. From the chandelier in the hallway, to the various works of art and photos on the way, all the way to the grand, beautiful staircase.
"So, shall I show you around the house? You're gonna be here a while, so I might as well show you where most things are. Then we can find something for dinner. Sound good?" James spoke up; Logan barely managed a nod, as his eyes continue to roam around brightly. James gently tugged on Logan's sleeve and led the boy down the hallway.
"First off, this is the kitchen. Everything you'll ever need for found can always be found here." James began as they stepped into the room. Logan's eyes widened even more. The kitchen itself was much, much larger than the one at the orphanage. With a giant stainless steel refrigerator and appliances. The countertops were solid granite with cherry oak cabinets. A huge island was right in the center of the room with four barstools. "And the dinning room is in that room," James pointed to two glass doors to his left. "But we usually eat at the island unless lots of people or family is over. Like around holidays." James continued and headed to the left of the room. He led Logan into an even larger living room with double glass doors, leading outside. A mantle and fireplace took the center of the room with two lounge couches and a recliner chair.
"This is the living room. Back there is the game room." James pointed to a corner where Logan could see part of a pool table. "Downstairs is a bar. You don't need to be in that. And a theatre room. I'll show you that tomorrow." He winked and pulled Logan to the staircase. Logan remained silent unable to comprehend words with the house. "Outside, is the backyard, pond and pool. Now up here are all the bedrooms and a spa lounge." James shrugged with a soft smile.
James led Logan to a hallway with two doors directly across from each other. "This is mine and Kendall's room." He opened the door on the right to reveal the master bedroom. Once again the room was twice the size of the room Logan had to share back at the orphanage. "And this," James beamed and opened the door on the left. Logan gasped as he looked in. "Is your room."
The room was not as large as the master bedroom but it was still an impressive size for one person. The walls were bland and a dark brown color. There was a cherry oak desk with a lamp in the right corner; across from it was the bed with white bed sheets and dozens of pillows. An empty bookshelf stood along the left wall next to two double doors, which Logan assumed to be the closet. And right next to the desk was a window seat. It was a long window that stretched from the ceiling to the floor that gazed into the backyard and city lights of the night. Logan breathed out in awe.
He was absolutely stunned. This was his room? All his? His wide eyes landed painfully on James with disbelief. James had to be joking, he had to be. He'd never had his own room before. There was no way James really meant this was all his. James didn't pay Logan much attention as he entered the room with a grin.
"I know it looks pretty boring. It was one of the guest rooms, and we didn't really make it for a little kid." James went off explaining. "But later this week you and I can go to some stores. We'll buy you some more new clothes to put in the closet. And also some toys. We'll have to buy those also, and books, right? You like to read don't you? So we'll have to get books. And we can get you a new bed set if you want something different. Something more childish."
Logan could feel tears pricking in the corners of his eyes as James continued to talk. His lip quivered. He's not being serious. He's just lying and all of this is a dream. None of it is real, is it?
"But tonight the room will just have to stay like this. We can start shopping tomorrow. Okay Logan – Logan?" James sucked in his breath when he caught the tears rolling down Logan's face and his small body trembling. His mind raced in a panic. Did I say something wrong? Was it something I said or did!?
"Logan? Logan, what's wrong?" James asked and knelt down in front of the crying child. Logan shook his head and rubbed his eyes; his breath was beginning to hitch. "Please don't cry. Did I say something wrong? Please Logan, what's wrong?" He begged. Logan shook his head and only continued to cry.
"T-This i-is a-all a d-dream, i-isn't i-it?" He choked out through quiet sobs. His little hands were rubbing his eyes, as more tears leaked down his face. James swallowed thickly.
How could anyone have hurt him?
"No, no, no Logan. It's not. This isn't a dream, I promise you." James whispered softly. Logan flinched when James tried to touch his shoulder. He pulled his hands away and James could finally see Logan's teary and red eyes. "Oh Logan. No, this isn't a dream. I promise you. This can be your room. You can do whatever you want to okay? I promise it's not a dream."
"W-Why a-are y-you b-being n-nice?" Logan hiccupped and sniffled loudly. James reached behind him and pulled a tissue box off the shelf. He handed it to Logan and smiled shakily.
"Because Logan, people are supposed to be nice. Especially to good kids. Just like you." He whispered gently. Logan hiccupped and sniffled some more, but it seemed his tears were slowing down. "I promise it'll be okay, alright?" No answer. James stood up and held out his hand. "How about we order some pizza for dinner, alright?"
The warmth in Logan's chest returned and his breath hitched. Though his tears were still falling, he wasn't so sad anymore. And with shaking fingers, he grabbed James' hand once more.
Maybe, it's not a dream…
X.X.X.X
December 5, 2011- 8:45 a.m.
James stretched, feeling his back popping and cracking. With a satisfied smile he grabbed his cup of coffee and sat at the island in the kitchen in front of his laptop, recalling last night.
Logan hadn't fully calmed down after the little episode until half an hour later, just as a pizza man arrived. After giving the man the money and signing an autograph for his daughter, James sat the pizza down next to Logan. They ate pizza in the kitchen, with James simply talking to Logan about his job and the house some more. Logan was hesitant to eat at first but managed to eat one and a half slices in the end. His tears had stopped and his eyes dried. And by his last half of pizza, he was even gently talking to James. Though he only talked in one or two sentences at a time, it was enough for James. He simply wanted to cheer Logan up.
Hopefully he had done that.
Going to bed had been awkward. James had walked Logan to his room and allowed the boy privacy to change in his pajamas. Once Logan opened the door James couldn't help but add pajamas to the list of things Logan needed. It seemed like everything was too big on his tiny body. James had stood in the door way, not knowing what to do when Logan crawled into his bed. An awkward silence had hung over before James stuttered a good night. He attempted to tuck Logan in, and almost – he almost – kissed Logan good night. Instead he patted the bed and turned off the light. He promised Logan he would leave the light on in the hallway and his door closed. Finally, he promised Logan if he needed anything he was welcome to come get him in his own room.
Currently, Logan was still fast asleep in his bed, no doubt exhausted from yesterday's events.
James smiled into his coffee as his search of Christmas trees came up on the browser. He focused on the web page, concentrating on all the trees and the location, so much he hadn't even heard the front door open. He hadn't even noticed or heard the footsteps coming closer and closer to him. In fact he hadn't even noticed the person behind him, until two arms grabbed his waist and jerked him from his seat. A warm breath suddenly tickled his neck just as the person spoke.
"Mhm, looking at trees without me already? Did you not miss me?"
And scene. Lol, yep I had to end it there, it was getting a bit long. Sorry this was sort of a filler chapter with fluff, thoughts and a teeny bit of angst. Poor, poor Logiebear, I wonder whatever happened to him. Thanks for reading and I hoped you all enjoyed this chapter. Now who could this person be?
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