I know, I know. I suck. I know I promised to update three days ago, but I had trouble with a part at first. Then I had trouble with my computer which caused me to have to redo a few things that didn't get saved. :( And Thursday RAS (who produced Time Of Our Life and the infamous song She Drives that Logan wrote and that will come out soon! *squeal*) did an unannounced Ustream for almost an hour. I tried writing in the meantime but I got distracted cause of RAS his jokes and I kept on writing what he was saying instead of the story. :/ So part of it was his fault! :P And then last night (at least it was last night for me) the guys did the steak lunch (not dinner lol) with Jojo. And I was highly upset after that. Especially when the pictures appeared on tumblr of Logan with a fedora! O_O *le ugly gross sobbing* Tumblr is another thing that keeps distracting me. Biggest mistake ever to make one! lol Once you're in you can't get out! Anyway, I even stayed up longer both nights, but I couldn't finish it in time. :( So my apologies. I did however change a part that I was struggling with earlier, so now I like it better. And I hope you will too. :)
Thank you to everyone who read and reviewed it. Even you silent readers out there. I love you guys! :') Shoutout to GlambertLovesBTR – Thank you! :D Logan noticed Danielle was tired, so that way she would be lying in bed and she just drifted off to sleep as he sang to her from the other side of the country. :) I wouldn't mind falling asleep like that! xD DeniseDEMD – Thank you! :D Haha, you think every story needs more parts. xD This will probably stay a two shot. Unless I get hit with a brilliant idea. But I am working on something else that you suggested though! ;) I hope to get it out in the next few days. Even though it's already 3 weeks (almost 4) after New Year's Eve, but that doesn't matter, right? xD So keep on the lookout for that! ;) paumichyy – I liked that part. At first I thought of having him sing Overjoyed, but that would be too obvious. Lol I remember Logan mentioning he sang Sunday Morning for his audition during the Parade Magazine photoshoot behind the scenes video. :) And I thought I Wanna Hold Your Hand fitted perfectly and Worldwide just completed it, although Danielle probably didn't hear it anymore. Lol SprinklzAndPixieDust – Thank you! :D Yeah, I've read a few stories and seen movies/tv shows where friends fall in love. :) Friends was 1 of them. xD Here is the 2nd chapter and I hope you like it. :D tiriricajohnes – Thank you! :D I'm not that good of a writer, but thank you for the compliment. :) LuvBTR35 – Aww thank you! :D Hope you like this chapter! :D Carlos'sCupcake – Haha, yeah. I had someone on the line last week that dialed the wrong number. Mobile phone numbers here in Holland all start with the same 2 numbers, so you can't see where someone is from, unless they call from another country. I thought this was pretty cute. Logan had dialed the wrong number when he tried calling an agency and luckily he texted Danielle later on and they stayed in contact. :D Hope you'll like this chapter. :D
Wow, what a long AN. Sorry for that. As always, I don't own anything! I hope I did the song a bit justice! :) Don't forget t check out Overjoyed by Matchbox Twenty! And let me know what you think of it! :D The story and the song! ;) Without any further ado, enjoy the story.
A couple of hours later I wake up from my alarm clock buzzing. After I turn it off I turn around and see the laptop still standing next to my pillow, but the screen is black. When I tap a key, nothing happens, so I know the battery must have died sometime during the night. I get up out of bed, grab my laptop and close it and place it on the dresser where I plug in the charger and plug the other side into the laptop, letting it charge. I then grab some clothes and head into the bathroom to take a quick shower. Once I'm finished and dressed in a pair of grey jeans and a black shirt with a print, I head downstairs. I'm not bothering to do my hair since I'll wear a fitted to the studio. When I reach the kitchen I grab some Honey Nut Cheerios and take the bowl into the living room where I turn on the tv to watch the news. It's only 9.30am and I don't have to be at the studio until 10.
When I'm done with my cereal I head into the kitchen and place the bowl in the sink before I head upstairs and into the bathroom to brush my teeth. After I finish that I grab my phone and quickly send Danielle a text message.
'Sorry, my laptop died during the night. Have a safe flight, don't worry about anything & call or text me when you land, okay? Miss you! x'
Once I'm done writing it, I hit send and put on my black Vans and grab my black fitted from the dresser and make my way downstairs again. I grab my car keys and my black leather jacket from the coat rack and head out the door and on my way to the studio, to work on some songs with Kendall.
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It's 6.30pm when I get back home. I haven't heard from Danielle all day and it kind of worries me. I walk through the door and turn on the light in the hallway. I then take of my jacket and hang it up and kick off my shoes before I grab my phone and almost start writing her a text message, when I nearly get a heart attack from seeing a carry-on bag, a suitcase with a jacket draped over it standing near the stairs. On closer inspection I see they belong to Danielle. She has a key to my house, that I gave her shortly after I moved into this place in case she ever needed somewhere to go and in case of emergencies.
Just as I'm about to head into the kitchen to see if she's there, something in the living room catches my eye. The room is dark besides a small light on a table next to the couch that illuminates the room slightly. I see Danielle sleeping soundly on the couch. I can't help but smile as I walk over to her. I think tonight is the right time to tell her how I feel. I grab a blanket from the back of the couch and gently drape it over her, making sure not to wake her up. I carefully walk back to the kitchen, when I hear my name.
"Logan?" Danielle asks softly.
I turn around and see her sitting up as she rubs her eyes and looks around confused.
"Hey." I smile softly as I turn on the main lights in the living room.
"I just got home. I didn't expect to see you here." I continue.
I watch as Danielle throws off the blanket, before she gets up and walks over to me. She throws her arms around my neck and buries her face in the crook of my neck, before I can even react.
"I missed you." Her voice comes out soft and muffled.
Her reaction surprises me a little, but I let it go. I take of my fitted and throw it on the chair next to us.
"I missed you too." I answer truthfully as I wrap my arms around her waist and place a kiss on the side of her head before I nuzzle my face in her hair.
We stay like that for a while, which I don't mind at all. It's really good to see her again and to hold her.
"I haven't heard from you all day. When did you get here? I could have picked you up from the airport."
"About an hour ago. I didn't know where else to go." She answers softly.
"What do you mean? Did something happen?" I ask confused.
She lets go of me without saying a word and walks back to the couch where she sits down.
"Dani."
Still no answer.
"Dani, what happened? Talk to me." I try again as I move to the couch and sit down next to her.
"I just was so tired when I got off the plane and I didn't want to drag all my luggage and try to find a hotel again. So I came here instead. But if you want me to…" I watch as Danielle starts rambling on.
"Hey, hey, hey. You're always welcome here. You know that. But why would you have to go to a hotel?" I interrupt her.
"Because…" she starts before she stays silent for a few seconds.
"Because Monica and I had a fight and she asked me to move out."
"What?! Why?!"
Monica was the girl Danielle was sharing an apartment with for over a year. She moved in with her because it was closer to her work. I never really liked Monica, she always gave me a weird feeling, now I know why.
"She wanted her boyfriend to move in with her. And we got in a fight and she told me to move out." Danielle answers softly.
"But when did this happen? Just before you came here?"
I look at Danielle as she shakes her head no.
"Then when did this happen? You were in New York all week."
Danielle stays silent and refuses to look at me but she looks at her hands instead, that are lying in her lap.
"Danielle Elizabeth Harper! When did this happen?" I ask in a more serious tone which makes her jump a little.
"Two days before I left." She softly mumbles as she still looks down at her hands.
"A week and a half ago? Why didn't you tell me? Where's all your stuff? And where did you stay after she kicked you out?" I bombard her with questions.
"Why didn't you tell me?" I ask again in a slightly calmer way after a second, but I get no answer.
"Dani,"
"Because I didn't want to look like a loser, okay?!" Danielle nearly yells as she snaps up.
I try to say something but she continues as she gets up and paces back and forth.
"What did you want me to say, Logan? Huh? That I got kicked out by someone who I thought was my friend, just because she wanted her boyfriend to move in? That I had to pack up everything within a day and had to pay movers to get all my stuff and move it into a storage unit downtown? That basically all I have right now is in that bag and that suitcase? That I stayed two nights in a hotel near the airport before I went to New York? Is that what you wanted to hear?" she continues to yell.
"Just forget it, Logan! I shouldn't have come here! I'm just gonna get a cab and go find a hotel room! Tomorrow I'll go look for a new place to live, find a new job and I have to start breaking into my savings account to pay for a hotel room, the storage unit and for rent when I find a new place." she sighs as her voice breaks while she turns around and wants to leave the room.
She's quick, but I'm quicker. I quickly get up and grab her hand before she has the chance to even take a step.
"Danielle." I softly call her name.
"Just let me go, Logan!" she yells.
"No."
"Let me go!" she says again as she tries to pull her hand back.
But I'm not letting go, instead I'm pulling her towards me as I wrap my arms around her back. She continues to fight me and starts to hit my chest, but I'm still not letting her go. After a few seconds she gives up and leans against my chest as she breaks down and begins to cry. I instinctively wrap my arms around her tighter and rub circles on her back trying to calm her down as I whisper softly in her ear that things will be okay. After a couple of minutes she calms down and I help her sit down on the couch. I cup her face in my hands and wipe her tears with my thumbs. It's literally breaking my heart seeing her this way.
"Stay here for a bit and I'll be right back." I tell her as I get up.
"What are you going to do?" she asks in panic.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to leave. I just have to do something. I'll be right back." I answer.
I place a kiss on her forehead and then leave the living room and head up the stairs. I walk straight to the bathroom and start the water to fill the tub, making sure it's the right temperature. I still have some of that bubbly stuff that I got as a gift from Kendall, James and Carlos as a joke when I moved in here. I'll never use it for myself, so I thought of giving it to my mom or sister, but luckily I still have it. Mental note to self, thank the guys for this. As the water is running I quickly search for the gift box in the cabinet. The box says 'lavender and vanilla, for a nice and relaxing bath'. Perfect! I open it and grab the bubble bath and bath oil. I drop a bit of each in the tub and let it mix with the water, creating a nice amount of bubbles. There's even a bottle of body lotion in the box which I place on the counter.
While the bath continues to fill up I quickly head into my bedroom and grab an old t-shirt and an old pair of sweatpants of mine and quickly check if the spare bedroom is looking good before I check back on the bath. Once there's enough water in the tub I turn it off and place the clothes, along with some towels, near the tub. I then grab the two candles that were in the gift set. I light them and place them next to the bath before I close the door and head back downstairs. I find Danielle sitting on the couch, looking up at me when she sees me enter the living room.
"Hey." I call out softly as I walk up to the couch.
"Hey."
"How are you feeling?" I ask softly.
She shrugs her shoulders and looks down at her hands.
"Come on." I tell her as I hold out my hand for her.
"What are we going to do?"
"You'll see."
She grabs my hand, gets up from the couch and follows me. When we reach the hallway I let go of her hand. I grab her jacket and drape it over the banister before I grab the carry-on bag and the suitcase.
"Are you kicking me out too?" she asks in fear.
But before I can say anything she continues, but this time her voice comes out angry.
"Fine! I don't need you! I thought you were my friend, but I guess you're just like everyone else! Once again I turn out to be the loser!" She yells.
Those words hurt a little, but I know she doesn't mean them. I put the bag and suitcase back on the floor and Danielle tries to grab them right away, but I move in front of them to stop her.
"Give me my stuff, Logan!"
"Dani, look at me." I tell her as I grab her wrists gently but she tries to pull them back.
"Will you stop and listen to me for one minute? Please?" I plead.
She stops fighting but she refuses to look at me.
"Look at me." I tell her softly, but she refuses.
I let go of her wrists to cup her face in my hands and make her look at me, but she has her eyes looking down at her feet.
"Dani. Look. At. Me." I tell her enunciating each word.
Her eyes finally lock with mine as she looks right at me. Her normal beautiful blue grey eyes are now filled with tears, pain and exhaustion, which literally is breaking my heart into a million pieces.
"I am not kicking you out. I would never do that to you. Ever! And you are not a loser, okay. You are beautiful, talented, smart, funny, sweet, caring, an amazing friend and I can go on and on. And everyone who can't see that, is crazy!" I tell her honestly.
She rolls her eyes at my words. She has been let down so many times by so many people, that she just can't see herself the way that I do.
"Don't you roll your eyes at me, young lady." I joke in a fatherly voice.
"I mean every word of what I said. And I will keep saying it over and over until you believe it." I smile as I place a kiss on her forehead before I let her go.
"Now come on." I tell her as I grab her bag and suitcase again and head up the stairs.
"What are you doing?" she asks confused.
"Just follow me."
I start smiling as I hear she's following me up the stairs. I walk to the guest bedroom and place the bag and suitcase on the bed. When I turn around Danielle is standing in the doorway looking at me.
"You're going to stay here for now. You don't need to go to a hotel. You're welcome to stay as long as you want." I tell her as I grab her shoulders and turn her around, so she's facing away from me, and direct her to the bathroom.
I open the door and the smell of lavender and vanilla and a cloud of steam come rushing out.
"Go grab the things you need from your bag or suitcase and then go take a nice bath to relax and forget everything." I tell her.
"I put some towels over there, along with a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt of mine that you can wear. I have some body lotion that you can use too." I continue as I point to the items.
"Is there something you want to tell me?" Danielle asks giving me a weird look.
My eyes widen and fear sets in. Does she know?
"How did you get all of this bath stuff? I don't see you as a type of person using it." She chuckles.
"Oh that. Kendall, James and Carlos gave that to me as a joke when I moved in here. And I hadn't given it to my mom or sister yet. Which turned out to be a good thing." I answer.
Phew, that was close!
"When you're done come downstairs and I'll order us some food." I smile before I turn around and want to give Danielle some privacy.
"Logie?" she calls softly, using my nickname, as she follows me out to the hall and closes the door behind her.
"Yeah?" I ask her as I turn around.
Before I can even register what's going on, Danielle places a kiss on my cheek and hugs me tightly.
"Thank you! For everything! I don't know what I would do without you!" she whispers softly.
"You're more than welcome!"
"And I'm sorry for yelling at you and the things I said." She continues in a sad voice.
"Hey, hey, hey. Stop worrying about that, okay? Now go and enjoy your bath." I smile as I break the hug.
I place a kiss on her forehead before I make my way downstairs. I head into the kitchen and can't help but pace back and forth as I run my hands through my hair and pull on it. I can't tell Danielle how I feel. Not now at least. It's killing me not to be able to tell her, but right now she needs her best friend. She doesn't need this. I've been hiding my feelings for seven years, so I'll just have to work harder to ignore them.
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Almost an hour later I'm sitting on the couch watching some tv, when Danielle comes walking into the living room, wearing my t-shirt and sweatpants and her hair in a messy bun.
"Hey. How are you feeling?" I ask her.
"A bit better." She smiles softly before she sits down next to me.
"Good. Now what do you want to have for dinner?"
"Pizza?" she asks.
"Sounds good. You want the same as always?"
"Yeah."
I get up and grab the pamphlet from Luciano's and grab my phone to make the call.
"Pizza's will be here in half an hour. You want something to drink?"
"Coke would be fine."
I head into the kitchen and tell myself to calm down, before I return back with the drinks. I sit down on the couch again, making sure to keep some distance between us as we watch tv.
Half an hour later our pizza's arrive. We eat our pizza and watch tv in silence and once we're done I take the stuff in the kitchen and keep finding things to do. For some reason I just can't sit still. It's like I'm sitting on top of a barbeque and I'm burning up inside. I don't know how much more I can take.
"Logan, what is going on with you?" Danielle asks as I walk away with another excuse for the millionth time.
"Nothing."
"Then stop walking back and forth with an excuse every five seconds. And sit on the couch and watch tv." Danielle instructs me.
I sigh and sit down next to her on the couch. Making sure to keep enough space between us. Normally I was never like this. I could always sit right next to her. But maybe it's because I was so close to telling Danielle how I feel. I just can't do it anymore. And it's killing me. 'Maybe I shouldn't have invited her to stay here.' I think to myself.
"Logan, are you okay?"
"Huh? Yeah I'm fine."
I don't know what to do anymore! My heart is jumping in my throat. I seriously can't take this anymore! I might come up with an excuse so I can be out of the house all day tomorrow. Maybe I can…
"Logan!" I hear Danielle call rather loudly as she touches my arm, making me jump.
"I called you several times. What is going on?" she asks.
"N-nothing. I-I'm fine."
"You're not fine. You're nervous, you're sweating, you can't sit still, you keep bouncing your knee up and down," I look at my knee and see that I'm indeed doing that.
"And for some reason you don't want to sit next to me. Did I do something wrong? If you want me to go and stay somewhere else, I'll go." Danielle continue, pain evidently in her voice.
"You didn't do anything wrong. I promise."
"Then what's wrong?"
"It's not important. It doesn't matter." I defend myself.
"Obviously it is important. Logan Philip Mitchell, are you in some sort of trouble?" Danielle asks using my full name.
"Did you hurt or kill someone?"
"What? NO! Of course not!" I almost yell as I look at her in shock.
"I can't tell you." I answer in a softer voice as I bury my face in my hands to avoid looking at Danielle.
It's official, I'm a coward. I'm lying to my best friend and I can't even be man enough and look at her.
"Logan, tell me what's wrong. I will be there for you no matter what." Danielle tells me as she tries to touch my arm, but I pull it away like she has a disease or something.
I don't have to look at her to see that that action hurt her.
"I-I can't tell you. Please don't ask me to tell you. I can't do it." I plead softly now moving my hands in my hair and threading my hands through it while keeping my eyes focused on the floor.
"You know what? Fine. I thought we were best friends who didn't keep secrets from each other." Danielle tells me as she gets up from the couch, disappointment evident in her voice and wants to leave the room.
"Like you didn't tell me you were basically homeless for almost two weeks?" I blurt out as I look up at her.
She turns around again and looks back at me in shock. Before I could control what I was saying, the words left my mouth and I can't take them back. I might as well have slapped her in the face and I don't know if that would have been worse than what I just said.
"Danielle, I'm sorry! I didn't mean that! I'm so sorry!" I apologize right away.
"That was a low blow, even from you! Screw you, Logan!" she yells as she turns back around and wants to leave the room.
"Danielle, wait!" I call out as I get up and want to go after her but she doesn't listen.
"Dani! Wait!"
Still no response. And Danielle is now almost out of the living room.
"I'm in love with you!" I call out.
Again my mouth has a mind of its own and before I can stop it, the words leave my mouth and are out there in the open, making me stop dead in my tracks when I realize what I just said, as well as Danielle. She turns around looking at me with mixed emotions, that look like shock and disbelief. And another emotion I can't really place.
Danielle looks at me with a pained expression and tears in her eyes and softly shakes her head as she walks two steps backwards before she turns around and runs to the bathroom downstairs, where she slams the door shut.
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Would it be cruel of me to say this is the end? No, I'm not that cruel. Okay, I didn't think this story would be two chapters long, let alone three. But as I changed the part I was struggling with at first, it became longer and I had another small idea that I wanted to add, so it became longer. I still have a part to write and already I was on 7000 words. So I split it up. And since I already have like half of it written, I am fairly sure that I will post that tomorrow. :) As long as Logan and RAS don't do anything to distract me. Or new stuff appears on tumblr. ;) I'm kidding. I will do everything I can. :)