-*James's P.O.V*-

I woke up to the smell of bacon and eggs. I slowly sat up and rubbed my eyes.

"Morning, sleepy head."

I looked up to see Logan walking over to me, his hair still messy. I couldn't help but smile. He sat in my lap and gave me a soft kiss.

"My mom made breakfast if you want some," Logan said.

"Sure," I said. I still had a goofy smile on my face.

He laced his fingers through mine and walked to the kitchen. "Help yourself. I'm gonna go grab my phone."

He gave me another small kiss and left the room. I looked around. Logan's house was pretty small, but very cozy. The atmosphere was very relaxed, something I was not used to. I glanced at the microwave and noticed that it was only 8:45.

I jumped when Logan wrapped his arms around my waist.

"You haven't started eating yet?"

I shook my head.

"Why not?" he murmured in my ear.

"I guess I'm not used to eating breakfast," I admitted quietly. "Usually I only eat breakfast when it's provided on set. And that's only when we have early call times."

"James," he whispered. He didn't say anything else. He just hugged me.

I ate slowly. Every so often, I would look up to find Logan smiling at me. I returned the smile and jumped when my phone vibrated in my pocket. I gaped at the text in shock.

"What is it?" Logan asked. I showed him the text.

"Changed my mind. Want you home by 10. Do not be late."

Logan sighed and looked at the clock. "I guess I should take you home now."

I hesitated getting out of the car when Logan pulled up to my house. Logan took my phone from me and pulled me in for a kiss. He snapped a picture. When he handed me my phone, the picture was my background.

"Now you have a reminder that I'm always here for you," he said softly. "Text me if anything goes wrong, OK?"

I nodded and kissed him again. "Bye, Logan."

"Bye, James."

-*Logan's P.O.V*-

I sighed as James's front door closed. I opened my new text and smiled when the picture of us kissing popped up. I set it as my background and drove to Kendall's.

"I got the truth out of him," I said as soon as Kendall opened his front door.

"Really?" he asked. He stepped aside to let me in and I walked straight to his room.

"We have to get him away from his mom," I said. I ran my hand through my hair. "She's abusing him. I can't stand it. It's tearing him apart."

"And exactly how do you plan on doing that?" he asked.

I groaned. "I don't know, but I have to do it somehow."

My phone went off with a twitter notification, but I ignored it. Kendall, on the other hand, grabbed it.

"What… Is this?" Kendall asked, shocked. He turned my phone towards me. The image of me and James kissing shined brightly in the dimly lit bedroom.

"Uh, I, um- well, you see-" He cut me off.

"Is this you… and James? Kissing?"

I nodded shyly and snatched my phone from his hand.

"Dude, I didn't know you were into guys," he snickered.

I threw my hands up in exasperation. "Neither did I!" I exclaimed. "He was telling me the truth about everything and I just kissed him! It felt so right. I feel like… Like we're meant to be together."

"Dude, don't get all mushy on me," he said. "I'm cool with this if you are."

I smiled. My phone went off."

"Hello?"

"L-Logan?" James sniffed. "I know you said to text, but I felt like I should c-call."

"James, what's wrong?" I asked, suddenly frantic. "Why are you crying? What happened?"

"Can you just- can you come get me?" His voice was filled with pain.

"Of course, of course." I got up and grabbed my keys. "Where are you?"

"The park down the road from my house."

"I'm on my way."

"Thank you, Logan."

I ran out the door and Kendall followed. I spotted James as soon as I pulled up to the park. I threw the keys at Kendall and ran to James. I immediately pulled him into my arms.

"Shhh, calm down," I said quietly. "It's OK, I'm here. You're OK."

He finally looked up at me and I gasped. There was a bigger bruise on top of his previous one and a large cut.

"My mom got a new ring," he said with a humorless chuckle.

"Why did she hit you?" I asked.

He shrugged. "I don't know. Sometimes she doesn't have a reason. She just does it."

"Let's get you back to Kendall's and get that cleaned up."

"Kendall's?" James looked scared.

"James, it's fine." I laced my fingers through his and kissed him. "Let's go."

Kendall was sitting in the driver's seat. James and I climbed in the back. He laid his head on my shoulder.

The drive was silent.

I led James to Kendall's bathroom and grabbed a wash cloth. I told Kendall to get the first aid kit. He nodded and walked away. I started to gently wash the cut. James winced.

"I'm sorry," I murmured soothingly. "I just don't want this to get infected."

"It's fine," James said softly.

Nobody said much as I cleaned his cut. I glanced down at his arms and noticed him trying to pull his sleeves down. I dropped the band aid that was in my hand.

"James," I whispered. He looked up at me with sad eyes. I pushed his sleeves up to see his arms covered in cuts. "James, no."

"I'm sorry," he said, his voice almost inaudible. "After my mom hit me, she pushed me outside and said she'd text me tomorrow when she wanted me to be home. She told me to find somewhere to go. I grabbed the knife I kept under the porch and it just happened."

I kissed both of his wrists, then his lips. "James, this can't happen anymore."

"I know," he mouthed. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I'm sorry."

I pulled him into my arms. "Shhh, baby, you don't have anything to be sorry about. You did nothing wrong."

"I've done everything wrong."

I sat in his lap and forced him to look at me. "Stop that."

"Stop what?"

"Stop treating yourself like shit. Stop blaming yourself for things that aren't your fault. You're so much more amazing than you give yourself credit for. I wish you could see yourself the way I see you." Tears started to fall down my face. "I just want to make things better. I just want you to be happy."

"I am happy when I'm with you," James said with a small smile. "When I'm with you, everything is better. Everything is good."

"I just wish it was like that for you all the time."

I kissed him and laid my head on his chest, thinking of different ways to help him.