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Needs

You don't know what goes on in anyone's life but your own. And when you mess with one part of a person's life, you're not messing with just that part. Unfortunately, you can't be that precise and selective. When you mess with one part of a person's life, you're messing with their entire life. Everything . . . affects everything. – Quote from Th1rteen R3asons Why

*Kendall S PoV*

I ran down the street, wondering if anyone noticed the large mob of girls behind me. But everyone just sidestepped me, or crossed the street. Naturally, I would stop and take pictures and sign stuff, but taking on a large mob of girls without my best buds? I would die.

I turned a corner, my legs ready to give way, when a hand reached out and yanked me into a store. I turned and saw the most beautiful boy in my entire life. He had the most beautiful eyes, flecked with different shades of brown, and he had his dark hair was lying flat on his head. He looked so cute.

'I saw you when I was around the corner. Why are those girls running after you? What did you do? Compromise their virtue?' he smirked at me, sending chills down my spine. He held out a hoodie. 'Here.'

I frowned as I put it on, using the hood to hide my face. 'What does that even mean?'

He snickered. 'Not a smart one, now, are you?'

What was up with this guy? For such a cute dude, he was starting to piss me off, even if he saved my life. 'I got mostly As in school, okay? It's not my fault an idiot like you who wants to confuffle my brain with big words.'

He looked at me, head cocked, his eyes curious. 'Confuffle? That's not a word, you know.'

I groaned. 'So? It sounds cool.'

He rolled his eyes. 'Only you would say that,' he muttered under his breath.

'Do I know you?' I asked, stepping closer to him.

'Do you know me? Of course not. You don't know me anymore that you know how to escape angry mobs of screaming girls... which you don't. But I know you. You're Kendall Schmidt.'

I smirked. 'So you do take your head out of your ass to notice the world around you. Do you like BTR?'

'Fuck no. I hate you.'

...

*K Knight PoV*

That was ridiculous. Did James really think I was going to stand there and be broken again? Obviously not. But that kiss, that kiss, was one of the best things that ever happened to me. It was so real, so perfect; I just wanted to do it forever and never stop. His lips fit perfectly into mine, as they slid together. I shivered. Nothing should be that perfect.

Yet it was.

Was I wrong? To leave? Should I have stayed and heard whatever he had to say?

No. He didn't even call after me when I left.

I had so many questions to answer, and the only person who could answer them was James.

Was he sorry for treating me like that? Does he want me back? Was he going to apologize if I didn't run away? So many questions, yet no answers.

Everything was weighing down my mind. I wanted to trace my steps back to that hotel and ask James about everything, but no. If he really needed me, he would find me.

And that's how he's going to have to prove himself.

...

*K Schmidt PoV*

'What?' I know that was a stupid way to react, but for someone to say so blatantly in my face that they hate me, well, it hurt. A lot. Especially since that 'someone' was freaking sexy.

'I mean, I like your music, but you... not so much. Everyone is always talking about you and your stupid band, Big Time Rush. It's fucking annoying. Especially when my best friend can never stop talking about you guys.'

'So you hate me because of your best friend? That's stupid.'

He frowned at me. 'If he was your best friend, you would react just like me. I don't see what's so amazing about you!'

I sighed and rubbed my temples. I was getting a headache because this freaking hot guy was bitching me out.

'You know what? We started off on the wrong foot. Let's try this again.' I held out my hand. 'Hi. I'm Kendall, and I don't want you to hate me until you know me.'

He shook it, smiling up at me. 'Fine. You're right. I'm sorry.'

'No name?'

He frowned, and then smirked. 'Three guesses.'

'What?'

'Three guesses for my name.'

'Ugh...' What to call this boy? Adonis? Oh Greek God of the heavens? This was so stupid. 'Bob?' Easiest name ever.

He looked appalled. 'Do I look like a Bob to you?'

'Well... no... Hmm... How about Albert?'

'As in Albert Einstein or Fat Albert?'

I scrunched up my face. 'You're not fat! You're smart and hot...ter than George Clooney.'

He smiled, totally seeing through my cover-up. I chastised myself. Idiot. Why was this guy turning me into a pool of chocolate?

'Dave? Robert? John? Hunter? Clay? Apollo? What's your freaking name? I don't know!'

'You really want to know, don't you?' He said, smirking at me as if he'd won. Won what?

Won my heart.

'It's Phillip. Phillip Mitchell.'

...

*No One's PoV*

James stood there like an idiot before he came to his senses. He ran out the door, not seeing the blond anywhere. He ran down the escalator, skipping steps. Kendall couldn't have gotten too far, now could he?

James looked around the lobby, and not sighting the blond anywhere, he ran outside. He spotted the park. Maybe Kendall went there?

But as James searched the park, he stood on benches, climbed on a statue, and got chased by some girls; Kendall was nowhere to be seen.

James sank down on a bench, cradling his head in his hands. This was really bad. He needed Kendall, like he need oxygen. He needed to feel the blonde's lips on his again, his hands around his neck.

He felt as if he just couldn't live without the blond.

...

*Carlos PoV*

I entered the hotel room, hand in hand with Logan to see James moping on the couch.

'What's wrong?' I asked him, never letting go of Logan's hand.

He sat up and smiled sadly at us. 'Kendall...- wait...' he said, gesturing to our entwined fingers. 'You're together?'

'Yeah,' Logan said excitedly, 'tomorrow is our first date!'

That might not have been the smartest thing for Logan to say because James' face dropped even further.

I let go off Logan's hand and went to sit next to James. 'What's wrong, James? Why are you looking so depressed?'

'I need Kendall,' he said before bursting out into tears, so much that I couldn't even understand what he was saying. He was blubbering a whole set of nonsense as far as I was concerned. All I got from that was 'Kendall', 'need, 'love'... wait. Love?

'James,' I said, prying his hands away from his face. 'Are you in love with Kendall Knight?'

He nodded, sniffling. I looked over at Logan, and we realized the same thing at the same time.

James was in love with blondie, but he's not here, and James is crying.

This only meant one thing. And that was really, really bad.

I looked over at James, then back at Logan.

'We need Kendall.'

...

*K Schmidt PoV*

'Phillip Mitchell?' I said. Don't ask me why I did that, but that name was so... perfect for him.

'No shit. Really? That's my name? Wow. Why didn't someone tell me?' he said, every word layered with sarcasm.

'Must you always be so sarcastic?' I asked, but I had to admit, it was kind of turning me on.

He shrugged and my phone vibrated in my pocket. Pulling it out, I saw Logan's number on the screen.

'Yo!' I said, answering the phone, and earning a 'wow-you're-really-crazy-look' from Phillip.

'Kendall we need you. James is crying.'

I stopped walking. James was crying? 'Why?'

I frowned as Logan told me the entire story. 'Listen. My iPad's on the table in the kitchen. Go on the directory app and type in 'Kendall Knight'. You'll get his address. Write it down, and come up with a plan. I'll be there in a jiffy.'

I hung up on him and turned to Phillip. 'I have to go-,' I said, before I realized he was looking at me in shock. 'What's wrong?'

'Kendall Knight? As in blond, green eyes, freakish eyebrows, humongous crush on James Maslow? That Kendall Knight?'

I nodded slowly. 'You know him?'

'Yeah,' he said as if he were in a daze. 'He's my best friend.'

What?

The thought was so fierce; I decided to actually say it. 'What?'

'He's the best friend I was telling you about. You know, the one who's obsessed with Big Time Rush?'

I nodded slowly. 'So I guess you better come along, then.'

'For what?' he said, arching an eyebrow, and making my heart flutter.

'We're gonna try to get him and James together.'

'Wait... what?' Phillip said, staring at me in shock.

'Yeah, it's a long story. Why don't we take a cab back to the hotel and I'll tell you about it. Mind if I keep you hoodie for a little while longer?'

He shrugged. 'Nope.'

We walked out the store, and hailed a cab, and I had the feeling Phillip was simply not going to believe what I was about to tell him.

...

James, Carlos and Logan were sitting mulling over something on the table when I walked in.

Carlos perked up visibly when I came in. 'Kendall!' he paused when he saw Phillip behind me. '... and friend!'

'Guys this is Phillip. He's blondie's BFF,' I said plopping down on a seat next to Carlos.

'Watcha got for me, Carlitos?' I said, looking at the page that had many scrambled words on it.

'So,' Logan said, picking up the paper. 'Right now, we have: one, bombard him with flowers-'

I interrupted him. 'He's not a girl. That's stupid.'

Logan rolled his eyes and scratched off that option with a pen. 'Fine. Two, we pretend to be aliens, and kidnap him-'

'I don't even want to hear the rest. Scratch that.' I said, sighing and sinking down into my chair.

'But that was my favourite!' Carlos protested.

'Of course it is, Carlitos. What's next, Logan?'

'Um. James could just apologize and ask him for a second- well, third chance,' Logan said, looking at me.

I smiled and leaned forward and rested my elbows on my knees. 'Perfect.'

...

*James PoV*

I stood outside Kendall's door wringing my hands. Phillip was next to me, and it wasn't as if I could hold his hands for support.

We had just rung the doorbell, and now we were waiting for someone, anyone to appear.

I bounced on the balls of my feet anxiously. 'So Kendall Schmidt and Kendall Knight are brothers?' Phillip asked me for the sixteenth time. I nodded, biting my lip.

Why was I freaking out so much? Because I was scared I would mess up again.

The door opened, and Kendall looked outside. As soon as he saw me, his eyes widened. 'What the fuck do you want, James?'

I stepped back, a little hurt by his harshness.

'Kendall,' Phillip said, and the blond started.

'Phillip?' Kendall said incredulously.

'Yeah. The one and only. Listen. Brunet here,' he said, hooking a thumb over his shoulder, 'is crazy for you, okay? So listen to him. And you know you want it. After two years of 'OH-EM-GEE James Maslow is such a hottie!' and 'Kendall and James sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G-'

'Phillip!' Kendall repeated, blushing furiously.

Phillip winked at him and looked at me. 'Good luck. My work here is done. Can I go now?'

I shrugged and he walked away. I looked at Kendall. His face seemed so lifeless and pale.

'Come in,' he said. 'I don't really have much of a choice anymore.'

I entered and followed him to his room. Or at least what I assumed was his room. There was a big pile of glass shards on the ground, and I carefully sidestepped them.

Kendall went to the far corner of the room, and huddled in it, as if he was trying to keep himself from me. 'What do you want, James?'

'I want to apologize. I really am sorry for everything, Kendall. I-,' I waved my hands around as I tried to search for the right words. 'I am a big fat dick. And I don't deserve you. But I love you, Kendall. I've never loved anyone, but I'm pretty sure I know what love is when I feel it. And I love you, Kendall. I need you.'

I looked down. This was a kind of on-the-spot speech, and I didn't mean for all of that to come out. But as Kendall registered the shock, I waited patiently for some kind of response.

'You-,' he said, and he sounded choked. 'You love me?'

I nodded, moving closer to him. His breaths were coming in short pants, and if I guessed correctly, he was freaking out.

'Can- Can I kiss you?' I whispered.

'Fuck yes,' he breathed. I shuddered, and grasped his face between my hands.

I moved in closer, my breath ghosting over his face. He became impatient and tiptoed to meet my lips. God, I needed this so bad. I pressed him to the wall, grinding my hips into his.

His legs somehow got wrapped around my waist, and his fingers tangled in my hair. I kissed him with more and more force, grinding into him. He whimpered out my name, and if I didn't have a hard-on then, I definitely had one now.

My hands tugged at his hair, and he arched his back, his hands tightening in my hair. I pulled him closer and closer, until there was no space left between us. I wanted more of him, I needed more of him.

'James,' he moaned into the kiss, sending waves of pleasure riding up and down my body. 'Fuck me. Please.'

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