Sorry for making you all wait so long again. I've been in a fluffy mood all weekend so I have fluff for you. This is kind of another filler but next chapter won't be, I promise.
AN: I wish I owned BTR, but I do not. I do however, own the plot. Oh! And I don't own LAX either.
I hopped down the stairs quickly, annoyed that the person outside was continuously ringing the doorbell especially when I was asleep. I mean seriously? If Carlos, James and Kendall weren't my best friends, I would go and yell at them for being too lazy to open the door.
I rub the sleep out of my eyes and smooth out my gel free hair as I approach the door and swing it open without even bothering to look into the peep hole to see who it was.
"Wha-," I begin to say but cut myself off once I see who it is. It was Camille. I couldn't help but smile. She just had that kind of effect on me.
"Nice to see you too, Logan," Camille chuckles. Oh how I loved that sound. It was so contagious that I couldn't help but laugh along with her. I give her a hug and gesture her in. "No thanks, Logan. I just came by to say hi."
"Well hi," I say, smiling. I lean against the door frame as I talk to her.
She smiles back brightly. "I came to tell you something, too. Did you know there was a little girl looking for you in the lobby?"
I look at her confusedly. "There was?"
"Yeah, there was but don't worry about it right now! Close your eyes- I have a surprise for you!" Camille orders.
I look at her teasingly and purse my lips together. "Mmh, no. I don't want to." I smirk as she gasps playfully.
"Logan Mitchell! Please," she pleads jokingly, looking at me with a puppy dog eyes. She nudges my arm, batting her long eyelashes. "Please."
"You know I can't say no to you, Cami." I close my eyes, wondering what Camille had in store. I can hear her whispering but I don't say anything.
"Okay, now open your eyes!" she squeals.
Slowly, I open my eyes, hoping that whatever it was, wasn't too dangerous. You never know with Camille but that's what I lo- liked about her.
I look at her again, but this time she wasn't alone. There in front of her was a small girl, about ten years old, with dark hair going past her shoulders and her chocolate brown eyes. Rachel. It was Rachel. She was here. But how? That didn't matter right now- all that mattered was that she was here. I looked back up at Camille who had slung an arm around Rachel's shoulder. She was grinning. She had known.
My eyes wander back to Rachel. My hand hovers over my mouth as I break out into a huge smile. I hold out my arms and she immediately runs into them. I hold her close, almost as if she'd disappear if I let go. I drop a kiss on her head and bury my nose into her dark locks as I bend down to hold her. She was here. She was really here. My little baby was here and no one, not even mom could take her away from me now. A few tears prick the corners of my eyes but for the first time, they're of happiness rather than sadness.
I pick Rachel up, spinning her around until we both laugh. I set her down and drop another kiss on her head before I let go and go to Camille.
Again, I lean against the door frame, motioning her in. This time however, she steps inside.
"You knew," I state simply. It wasn't a question, it was obvious she knew that Rachel would be there.
She smiles, "Yeah, I did. You know, you don't do a very good job of taking care of your phone. You leave it either in my apartment or the lobby all the time. It wasn't that hard for me to use it to find your house number and call Rachel. I'm a sneaky girl," she says, wiggling her fingers.
I grin and tease her, "So did you get her here two weeks earlier too or is that someone else's master plan?" I poke her sides, making her laugh.
"Oh please, no one else around here except for Katie has master plans that good. I called her and told her to tell your dad to book an earlier ticket. He didn't book it at that time so it wasn't like I was asking for too much. So this morning I drove out to LAX and picked her up. See? It was simple as that."
I couldn't help myself so before I can stop myself from doing so, I engulf her into a tight embrace. "Thank you, Camille. This is the best surprise ever." My worries cease as I feel her squeeze back.
"You're welcome, Logan. If anything, you and Rachel both deserve it." She smiles at me warmly as we part.
I didn't know what I ever did to deserve someone like Camille in my life. She made everything better even though I felt down. She was always there for me and now this? It was almost overwhelming. No one had ever done anything like this for me before, not that I was complaining. I was so lucky. She done the near impossible and gotten my little sister out here when I feared she wouldn't be able to come out here at all. Whatever I did to deserve her was worth it, because simply the sight of her always brightened my day.
"So… what do you want to do?" I ask her, hoping she'd stick around.
"I'm sorry, Logan. I wish I could stay but I really have to get to an audition, but maybe the three of us could do something later, okay?"
My once saddened expression immediately brightens. "Okay, sounds great!"
"Bye, Logan. It was nice meeting you, Rachel." She waves as she turns on her heels as she leaves with a script in hand.
I turn to Rachel again and wrap my arms around her once again. I sit down on the bright orange couch, rocking her back and forth.
"Your girlfriend's really cool, Logie. She really cares about you," she murmurs against the crook of my shoulder.
I freeze. "Girlfriend? She's not my girlfriend, Rach. We're just really good friends- best friends even but not boyfriend and girlfriend." I chuckle nervously as she pulls back.
"Really? I just assumed… Sorry."
I laugh. "It's okay, sweetie. You didn't know."
She looks at me skeptically, "You like her," she states. It wasn't a question but a statement. "You guys were constantly flirting with each other and being all lovey dovey. You guys are cute together."
I blush unintentionally. I couldn't lie to my baby sister like that. I was falling for Camille, even I had to admit that and as for flirting, it came naturally. We didn't mean to flirt… right? We were just teasing each other like best friends would… right?
"Maybe a little," I grin sheepishly, "She'd never like me back. We weren't even flirting anyways."
"Logan, you may be smart when it comes to books but when it comes to everything else, you're really oblivious. She likes you, Logie. Even I can see it and I'm ten. You should talk to her."
I tickle her sides. "Since when have you been my love counselor?" I tease, continuing to get small giggles from her. I've missed that sound. I've missed her. "So what do you want to do today, Rach? We can do anything you want."
She tilts her head as she thinks and then grins, taking my wrist and dragging me upstairs.
"This is just about the coolest apartment I've ever seen, Logan. I'm never going to be home sick here." She laughs, running down the long hallway to look at all the rooms.
I laugh along with her. I had missed just messing around with her. "C'mere into my room, Rach." I open the door to mine and Kendall's shared room and flop down on the bed as she seats herself next to me.
"I'm serious, this apartment is so amazing." She sighs, sitting up straighter as she admires the room.
I watch her in amusement. I had missed her more than anything these past few months. The last time I saw her was in Minnesota. It was a relief to get away from Minnesota yet it was terrifying at the same time. I didn't want to wake up to my mom's wrath everyday yet I didn't want to leave Rachel behind. Besides the guys, their families and possibly my dad, Rachel was the only person who meant everything to me. To have known that I would've been leaving Rachel behind in that- that... hell was an overbearing thought for me. But now I had her back all to myself with everyone who truly loved me around us and that was truly the best feeling in the world.
That didn't mean I didn't worry. I had worried everyday for Rachel these past few months. I had worried that things would've gotten worse. I knew Rachel, she would never tell me, she would never want to take me away from happiness even if it meant that she would have to suffer. She was only ten but she was wiser than most people and sometimes that scared me. I was supposed to protect her and everyday I worried that I'd failed to do so.
"Hey, sweetie, can I ask you something? I want you to be completely honest with me okay?" I asks nervously. I wanted what I was thinking to be just that. A thought. I didn't want it to be real. I didn't want to know that Rachel suffered even more since I left. I didn't want to know that our mom had ruined Rach's day every single day.
She nods, a wide smile spread across her face. She obviously didn't know what I was about to ask her. "Of course, Logan."
"Did- did mom get worse?" I ask.
Her smile immediately falters. "No." She turns her head away so that she's not looking at me anymore.
"Hey," I grab her chin and force her to look at me in the eyes. "Did mom get worse? Please, I need you to answer me honestly, Rach. I know you're lying."
"Y-yes," she says, tiny tears beginning to form in her eyes. Some slip from her chocolate brown eyes that matched my own and fell down her pale cheeks.
My heart broke to see her that way. I could have stopped that from happening but I didn't. In some way, this was all my fault. Little did I know, this wasn't even the beginning.
AN: Hope you all enjoyed. I really liked all that Lomille teasing... it was fun to write. Slight cliffhanger? Maybe. The next chapter will pick up where I left off. Love you guys.
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