Hey guyss, sowwy I haven't been posting daily. I've been busy. I'll post multiple chapters on some days, so maybe that'll make up for it! :)
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When I woke up the next morning, he was gone. But I had a blanket over me and my leopard pillow pet was underneath my head. Funny. I fell asleep on one Logan and woke up on another. I gathered everything up and brought it inside, throwing it all in a pile. There was a piece of paper on the table. I walked over to the table and read it.
"Olivia:
Lance called around one. I picked up and told him off for you. I left at about 1:30. Sorry for the lack of warning... Anyways, call me when you wake up. I've got a surprise for you.
-Logan"
Shit. Logan picked up when Lance called! Not good... Lance is the jealous type, and if Logan told him he's my boyfriend... No. This can't be happening. Not now. Not to Logan.
I picked up the phone and called Logan. He told me he'd pick me up in about half an hour, and we'd hang out at his place for a change.
It was supposed to be about 85 degrees today, so I threw on my favorite denim shorts and a purple tank top. I found my sunglasses on my dresser, and grabbed my purse and my phone, and walked out the door.
Logan's red car pulled up about 5 minutes later. I hopped in the passenger's seat.
"Hey! Ready for your surprise?" he asked cheerfully.
"Yeah, but you're sure as hell to get one too." I muttered.
Apparently he heard me, because he pulled over and looked at me questioningly. "What do you mean 'I'm sure as hell gonna get a surprise'?"
"Logan, you shouldn't have answered when Lance called last night." I said darkly. "He's the jealous type, and won't stop til he gets what he wants. And he wants me. You're the only thing in his way, and he'll do whatever it takes to get you out of my life."
"Oh... Shit."
"Yeah. What exactly did you tell him?"
"I said that it's time for him to give up, and that you're with me now."
"No. No no no no no. Not good. This is not good." I buried my head in my hands, ready to break into tears.
"Well I know that now. But we'll make it through this together. I won't let an asshole like that get between us."
That was it. I broke down. I started crying, and Logan unbuckled and hopped over the console to be as close to me as possible. He put his arms around me, and eventually I stopped crying.
"You ok now?" he asked.
"Yeah. I- I'm fine." I said as I wiped my eyes. "Sorry about that. I just... I don't want him hurting you. I couldn't stand it if he did. I'd feel like it was my fault and..."
"I know. And don't be sorry. Everyone needs time to vent."
I smiled through the lingering tears, and brought up the one thing he told me never to. "I don't know why you guys would be fighting over me anyway. It's not like I'm even pretty."
"Ok, that's it. I can't stand it when you talk like that." He put Elevate in the CD slot and punched in track 5, which is "Cover Girl". "Pay attention to the lyrics. That's EXACTLY how I feel about you."
Well, that shut me up for three minutes.
"I know Kendall wrote it, but every word is true about you. You're MY Cover Girl, and I think you're absolutely perfect. Please, just stop being so hard on yourself. You really are beautiful, and I don't want you to change in any way."
I teared up again, and Logan looked concerned.
"No, no. They're happy tears," I assured him.
"Ok. Good. I hate seeing you so upset."
"You are the absolute best, do you know that?"
"Well, yeah. Kinda. But thanks for the second opinion!" he joked.
I laughed, and played the song again, feeling good about myself for the first time in months.

We finally got to Logan's house. It was... Definitely not what I was expecting for a star like him. It was average looking; white with a red door.
We walked through that red door to an average looking living room. Cloth couches, hardwood floor. It almost looked like the living room my parents have!
"Well, it's... Home-like. Literally. This looks kinda like my parents' living room!" I exclaimed.
"What? You don't like it?" he asked.
"No, no! I do!"
"Don't worry. There's more."
He took my hand and led me upstairs. The first door was his "game room". He had every video game console known to man. Well, every new one. We walked in, and he flipped a switch. Lights of all different colors spun around, and music started playing.
I stood there in awe as he said, "Pretty cool, huh?"
He saw the look on my face and laughed, flipping the switch again. We moved on, and he showed me the guest rooms. We finally reached the end of the hall, and there were two doors. We walked into the one on the right, and it was his bedroom. His bed was in the corner, and there were doodles all over the walls. (On paper, of course) On the desk, there was a notebook that was left open. I walked over and looked at it. He wrote my name, over and over, in different styles. He saw me looking, and turned bright red.
"Oh. Was I not supposed see this?" I asked.
"No, not really..." He answered.
"Sorry..."
"It's ok. C'mon, there's more you need to see."
He took my hand and led me across the hall. The only thing in that room was a staircase. We walked up the stairs, and it led to a rooftop paradise! He had a blanket laid out, and a picnic for two set up.
"Logan! It's beautiful!"
"Nahhh... It's not that great."
"Yes it is! It's awesome!"
"Thanks." He smiled.
I walked to the edge, where there was a rail. I leaned on it, watching the people on the streets and the waves in the distance. Logan came up behind me and put his arm around me.
I looked at him and said, "Huh."
"What?"
"You were right in that song."
"Which one?"
"Nothing Even Matters."
"What do you mean?"
"The world stops when you put your arms around me, and nothing even matters."
He smiled. I pulled out my phone, which had all my music on it.
"This song makes me think of you," I said, pressing. "Today Was A Fairytale" by Taylor Swift played through the little speaker.
He stood in silence, listening to the song, as I sang along. When the song was over, he just stood there, smiling at me.
"What?" I asked.
"Nothing. I just love the sound of your voice."
I looked down, smiling.
I made a mental note to Oovoo with Taylor and Jillian when I got back to my condo. I needed to tell them about Logan! They're both die-hard Rushers, and if they knew a member of BTR was my boyfriend, they would freak!
You should probably know a little about them. Jillian is an amazing artist, and she's really funny, too. She's in love with James, so maybe I could set them up! Taylor is an awesome singer, and has a passion for music like me. She loves Carlos, so it looks like I'm gonna have to play matchmaker for two. ;D
Anyway, back to the rooftop with Logan.
"You already know what song makes me think of you," he said. "But there's one that I wrote, and when I first met you, I thought of it."
He pressed a few buttons on my phone, and "Time of Our Life" played. It was my turn to stand in silence while he sang to me. When he finished, I knew exactly what to do. I took my phone back, and played "Count On You". We both sang along. Him the BTR parts, me the Jordin Sparks parts.
The song ended, and I looked at him, eyes full of emotion. He kissed me again.
He looked into my eyes, and I felt hypnotized, like I couldn't look away, even if I wanted to. Which I didn't. I feel so secure, so wanted, when I'm with him. I knew right then that I love him. It scared me to admit it, because he probably doesn't feel the same.
I let my thoughts take over. A million questions flooded my head.
'Does he love me?' 'Is he the one?' 'Is this moving too fast?' 'Does he really mean everything he's saying?'
I decided those questions could be put off, and I'd take control for once. I kissed him. We got lost in our little bubble, but were snapped out of it minutes later.
There was a huge commotion on the street, and a helicopter above us.
"God dammit!" he yelled.
"What?" I asked, trying to be heard above the helicopter.
"Paparazzi! Follow me inside! Go!"
We ran inside, locking the staircase door, and closing all the windows and locking all the doors.
"What the hell is going on!" I asked.
"The paparazzi found us. Dammit! I thought this would be the one place I could get away from them, the one place I could take you without being followed."
He seemed so pissed. I'd never seen this side of him. I must've looked startled, because his tone softened and he said,
"Don't worry, I'll take care of this. We just have to hope they didn't get any pictures. If they did, you can say goodbye to privacy."