Sadness! That's the only word that described how I felt. Three days had passed without James making contact with me, I had text so many times I had lost count. I had phoned his number daily only to get it ring in my ear. There was never a reply.

I didn't even get out of bed today, I couldn't concentrate. Was it all just an elaborate plan of his to get me in to bed? Surely he wouldn't and couldn't of done that. I tried to figure out in my head what I could of possibly said or done that had made him change his mind and his feelings about me.

The only thing I could think of was that I had gone home when he asked for me to stay.

By the end of the third day I decided to try and get answers. I phoned Regan.

"Hello?" She answered, her new yorker accent sounding very clear on the phone.

"Hi, Regan... it's Gaby." I said feeling emotional.

"Hi Gaby, how are you?" She asked, sounding cheerful.

I tried to speak, to form the words that I had practiced in my head before I called but only cries left me. I burst in to irrational tears.

"Gaby? What is it? What's wrong?" She asked.

Sucking in a deep breath I tried to control my voice. "Have you seen James? He hasn't spoken to me for days." I blubbed.

"No... hang on, Carlos is here I will ask him." She said. I then heard some muffled voices and the phone being shifted about as Regan moved. A moment later she was back.

"Gaby, you there?" She asked.

"Yeh im still here." I replied.

"Okay, well los says that James was ill the other night, so maybe there is a good reason that he hasn't called you." She relayed the information.

"Ill?" I sniffed.

"Yeah... Carlos said that he was meant to meet up with the guys but James pulled a sicky so there was no meet up. Im pretty sure that Logan or Kendall would of dropped by to see him if you wanted to call them?" She said.

"I don't have Kendalls number... he is pretty miserable when ever I have seen him." I said absent mindedly.

"Yeah, that boy had anger issues, that's a fact. Try Logan. Even if he hasn't seen James then I'm sure he would call him for you. Carlos and I are about to board a flight to New York... my dad slipped on some ice so we are going to help him out for a few days until he is back on his feet." She explained.

"Oh okay... Yeah I will try Logan then. Thanks Regan. You have eased my mind a little." I said feeling a bit more upbeat.

"No problem Gaby. See you soon." She said then hung up.

I sighed. How ill could James be if he couldn't call or text for three days?

I then did as she advised and called Logan. This was a task in itself. Telephoning my former heart throb who was now one of the best friends of my boyfriend to ask for help was a strange thing to do.

He answered on the millionth ring, why didn't these guys do voicemail?!

"Yeh!" Came his curt, monotone answer.

"Logan? It's Gaby." I said feeling very awkward, he sounded miserable.

"Hi Gaby." He said half heartedly, his voice slow and boring.

"Sorry to bother you, but I was wondering if you had heard from James? He isn't picking up my calls or replying to my texts." I said fighting back another batch of tears.

"No I've not heard from him myself." Came his bleak answer.

"Oh ok... Well thanks Logan." I said politely.

Thanks for nothing, I thought to myself.

"Anytime." Came the slow response.

I wondered what was wrong with him, it wasn't my place to ask though.

"Okay... well bye." I said feeling uneasy again.

"I will call him... tell him to phone you, okay?" He said.

My heart jumped for joy at his now helpful attitude.

"Really? Thank you Logan... I mean that. Thanks so much." I said.

"No probs." Logan replied, Half heartedly. We said our goodbyes and hung up.

An hour passed and it neared 11pm but finally my phone rang with James' name on the caller ID...