Title: Behind Closed Doors
Chapter 7
Word Count: 1,124

Rating: M!

Pairings: Eventual James/Carlos, and I decided to have undertones of Kendall/Logan somehow, otherwise general.
Disclaimer: Yeah, I still don't own BTR.
Warnings:Abuse, implied rape, self-harm
Summary: AU His friends only saw the happy, peppy, playfully crazy him. They never saw the broken, pained, dying him. He wouldn't, couldn't let them. They couldn't know what happened behind closed doors.
Author's Note: OHMYGOD. Has it seriously been over two weeks? I am SOOOO horribly sorry. I'm not even going to make up excuses, but I've been busy and I apologize a thousand times.

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Yeah.

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It had been a month since Carlos had withdrawn from them, and it was killing James, Kendall could tell. His brunette walked around with a frown clouding his features, no matter how hard he tried to fake being glad about their team winning more and more games or just being happy it all. The less and less the youngest showed up, the more and more depressed the beautiful boy became. Kendall would always feel sorry for his friend when he caught him staring longingly at the entrance to the school or at the inhibited Latino, whenever he did bother to show up. Kendall and Logan would try their hardest to make the pretty boy smile a true smile but, without their fourth friend, nothing could make him grin, not even slightly. It had the pair worried about both boys.

Kendall leaned back and sighed, causing his boyfriend to glance at him but then quickly back down at his Calculus homework. They were in Logan's bedroom, both working on homework on a Saturday night. But, as usual, Kendall couldn't focus, to busy focusing on his friends' issues to even begin to focus on his Pre-Calc homework. He lay out on the bed and pulled his beanie over his eyes. "Logan," he said quietly. "What should we do?"

This wasn't an unusual question for him to ask, for he had asked it every day for the past two weeks. Logan sighed and lay himself next to Kendall. "I don't know, Kenny. I really don't"

Kendall groaned. He felt useless right now, like he couldn't help anyone or anything, and he hated feeling like that. "Well, we can't just do nothing. Carlos showed up once this week, and he hasn't even worn his hockey helmet to school. Not only that, but he hasn't been showing up at hockey practice! Hockey is his life. Something is seriously wrong with him. Hah, and Mateo's no help either. I walked up to him yesterday after school and he ran away like I was the plague. For god sakes, those Garcia boys' have been acting strange." Kendall pulled the beanie back over his eyes and looked over at the chocolate eyes of his true love. "And, James! Oh my lord, James. He's dying, just dying, without Carlos around. Have you seen him? His hair has lost its luster and he's distracted and distant. He clings to the falling apart notepad like it's his freaking life. Logie, we're losing our best friends, and neither of them have talked in weeks." He took a deep breath after his rant and closed his eyes.

The raven-haired boy laced his fingers through his. "Babe, just relax. Yes, I know. This is bad. But, you need to just relax, and then think. You've been stressing about it so much you haven't even begun to take a step back and analyze the situation. How about this? Tomorrow, we go over to James' house and make him talk about what's going on with him. If we can understand that, we can fix one half of the situation. Then, next time we see Carlos, let's try talking to him and not just stare at him in a desperate attempt to get him to talk on his own, because that's not working. But, for tonight, it's just me and you." Logan flipped over and lay on top of Kendall. He placed a gentle kiss on the lips beneath him. "I love you, Kendahlia, but you just need to think about something other than other people's problems, sometimes. Think about yourself for a little." He kissed those soft lips once more and smiled when Kendall immediately deepened the kiss.

"I love you too, Logie-bear. Tonight, just us. But tomorrow… I'm worrying again."

Logan laughed into his lover's lips and nodded. "Okay." He connected his lips again, loving the feeling of them on his. He loved this, and never wanted to stop. He hoped he would never have to stop kissing those lips.

James lay in his dark room, staring at his bright phone. One hundred text messages all sent to the same person over the past month. All had remained unanswered. But yet, he still sent more to his friend, in hopes that finally he would get a response from the smaller. In hopes the Latino would finally tell him what was going. In the hopes the Latino would at least care enough to scream at him not to send anymore text messages, it was making him sick.

He wanted something that showed the Latino was still okay. James rarely saw him anymore and it was causing him to be sick with worry. He loved Carlos too much for him to not worry after he had stopped being himself.

Yes, loved him. That's what he had concluded this feeling was. He had concluded that was why he was constantly drawing his friend, why he was constantly writing notes that would never be read, why he was constantly wishing for his friends presence next to him.

James blinked and went to the pictures on his phone. He had so many photos of the Latino it was almost laughable, but it helped him get through the endless days without the actual boy with him. He had pictures that were willingly taken and pictures that were unwillingly take. All from months ago. Now, he had pictures that were taken secretly in the hallway when his friend did show up. None of his face, for he was always staring downwards.

James sighed; he wished he knew what was wrong. He wished he could help at all. But what could he do if he didn't know what was wrong? That was probably what was frustrating him the most. He hadn't a clue what the hell was wrong with Carlos. It drove him mad. He always knew what was going on, before anyone else; it had always been that way. Carlos came to him when anything was wrong. From simple things like a cut knee to more complicated things like a girl cruelly denying him, as the three Jennifer's in his math class did. But this time, he came to no one. Carlos avoided James like he was a virus. It hurt, probably more than it hurt anyone else.

James let out another soft sigh and set his phone down. He needed sleep. For, whether Carlos wanted to or not, tomorrow he would find out was wrong with the love of his life; whether it killed him to find out or not. He had to know what the cause of Carlos' problems was.

He would get rid of it, and keep the one thing he needed more than anything else safe. He would make him happy again.

Yeah, hope that wasn't too terrible. I will update as soon as I can, I swear. I love you all and please don't forget to review.