Author's note: Wow. I was surprised to see this was still getting feedback... I haven't been able to update because I've had so much course work and the time I've had away from it, I've wanted away from writing altogether. I mean, wow, too much... I know that's a petty excuse, but it's all I have to offer so...sorry?

Chapter Eight

The night goes by fast, Logan subconsciously sticking to Kendall.

At one point, he finds his head on Kendall's chest, completely oblivious to the fact as Kendall doesn't point it out and he's slowly drifting in and out of sleep.

Logan occasionally offers James a small smile whenever they accidentally make eye contact, too weary to care to put more feeling into it.

The re-run of whichever show they had decided on leaves a sense of comfort as the glow from the TV screen fills the room as the only source of light that could possibly distract Logan's peaceful slumber.

It's not long before the tired feeling defeats reality, everything soon fading out until sleep takes over completely.

Logan awakes to a large weight being forced upon him.

Going with his initial reaction, he struggles, stopping all too quick when a large hand is clamped over his mouth.

He hadn't intended to make any noise, but now that he's been deprived of that right, he wants nothing more.

"I don't know who you think you are."

He hums questionably around the hand, trying to match the voice with a face as when he tries to look up at the stranger through the dark, all he is presented with is a silhouette.

"Where's Logan?"

As the strangers tone rises, it becomes more clear as to who it belongs to.

James.

He tries to answer over the hand, only having the grip tighten when he does.

He instead watches as James reaches into his pyjama pocket, the item clear to be a phone when the light shines from it.

"Explain this."

James removes his hand, Logan gasping quickly as he hurries to read the message on screen.

It's his phone. Logan's phone. It's his message to his mother, reassuring her of his safety. It's her pleasant reply to which he didn't know was there.

Obviously, James had gotten there before him.

"Why do you have Logan's phone? Why has he replied? I don't see him anywhere. How can he reply?"

"I-"

Before Logan can offer an answer, James is speaking again.

"I swear to god, if you've done anything to him. If he's hurt. If he's dead. I'm going to make you regret your birth."

The fact James' tone is sharp, and his body only settles harder on Logan, makes him think even harder about his excuse.

"I can explain."

James snaps back, "Shoot."

And maybe Logan's bluffing because how can he possibly explain?

He begins to shake suddenly, trembling underneath James, "I haven't done anything."

This new act doesn't seem to faze James. He awaits an answer despite the girl's tears.

Logan can't hold it in any more. He wanted to go about this week as discrete as possible and then open up the next week as him again. No one would know and they could go back to normal, but now, as he lies underneath James, he fears he won't even make it into next week.

He opens his mouth, prepared to spill everything, but as the words are thought of and prepared to be said, they lodge up in his throat, the chance to breathe stopping also as his throat appears to close in on itself.

He gasps, desperate for air.

James notices this, abandoning his character now as he reaches over to turn on the bedside lamp and stare down at the girl in fear.

"Lonnie? What's wrong?"

He watches as the girl prominently tries to regain herself, eyes squeezing shut and clasping at her throat.

"Oh my god! Are you having a heart attack? Asthma attack? Lonnie! Please don't die on me! I can't explain this to the others!"

James places both hands atop of her chest, pushing down hard and fast.

Logan sucks in a harsh amount suddenly, James' actions helping as he coughs and splutters.

"Oh, thank fuck for that! Are you okay? I'm so sorry! Is it something I did?"

James' mood has changed completely now, his eyes are soft and the pressure he was forcing upon Logan has changed to suit him more comfortably.

"No. It weren't you."

It finally dawns upon Logan. He can't tell anyone. Why would he be allowed? What would be the point of this "lesson" he's supposed to be learning from if someone could know.

"I didn't mean to scare you. It's just...I'm afraid and confused... You have this phone. You know where he is."

Logan's surprised to see James is making up his own story as to his whereabouts.

"Lonnie. Please tell me where he is. I can go and speak to him. I can make him want to come back." James' tone is scared, too many emotions being fought away as he threatens to lose it.

James chews at the inside of his cheek, speaking up before the girl can. "No, actually, don't tell me. Just, ask him to come back? Tell him that whatever I haven't done before, I'll do now. I'll study 24/7 and become really smart and he'll never have to do his work again and get frustrated with me when I can't do it. I'll stop talking to girls when he wants me to. I'll make him breakfast every morning and tell him how much his friendship means to me and come up with awesome plans like Kendall and be fun like Carlos."

Logan stares up at James adoringly. His selfish wish is coming true. James is scared of losing Logan.

James climbs off of the girl, settling down next to her to wrap his arms around her.

"Please tell him to come back. We need him. The band needs him." James inhales sharply, his face moving to rest in the brunette's long hair. His words are weak but almost too easy to understand when he says, "I need him."

Logan feels his heart catch in his throat, it's everything he's ever wanted to hear and now that's it's been said, he's not sure how to take it. Or what it actually means.

"You should ask Kendall out."

Logan looks up at James now, utterly surprised and confused by such a request.

"It's just a thought. I mean, you looked happy with him tonight and he wasn't exactly all hands off."

Logan laughs, shaking his head in disbelief. "No, James."

"As I said, it's just a thought."

Everything goes awkward and silent as James seems to think about something. Before long, James reaches over to flick the bedside lamp off before settling down with the startled girl still in his arms.

"Good night, Lonnie."

"Goodnight?" Logan questions all too confused in response.

Author's note: Alright, I know this looks like a filler but this is genuinely important to the story. The awkward "Kogan" I'm intending to use makes laugh. I don't know about you but yeah, James approving (possible shipping. Ha.) of Lonnie and Kogan makes it incredibly juicy. Of course, James has his own selfish reasons behind that...

But thank you so much for your really kind reviews! And, thank you so much for encouraging me to keep on writing. Pretty sure I wouldn't know where I was with this if it weren't for you guys. :)