(A/N: Anne-Marie & James Arthur - Rewrite the stars )
Say you were made to be mine
Nothing could keep us apart
You’d be the one I was meant to find
It’s up to you, and it’s up to me
No one can say what we get to be
So why -
Someone's fingertips briefly touched my earlobe before one of my earbuds was pulled out of my ear. With startled eyes, I turn my head to look at Logan.
“Yes?” I asked, pausing the music on my phone. Logan returned his gaze to the road after a brief glance back at me.
“I said we'd stop at the gas station to get some supplies for the trip. “Are you fine with that?” He inquired, his fingers tapping on the steering wheel to the beat of the song on the radio.
“Sure,” I said, shrugging my shoulders. We began our
(5 days later) I sigh deeply and wipe the small beads of sweat that have formed on my brows with the back of my hand. I re-scan the room and consider calling Scarlet to assist me with moving all of the furniture and boxes. But, on the other hand, I don't want to bother her; she was with me almost all day yesterday. Where the hell is Tyler?He said he'd be there in an hour. He's always late! Ugh, I really need to stop eating like a pig and start exercising. All of this weightlifting work is wearing me down and making me sore in all the places. ‘Find a job first, idiot,' my inner voice yelled. Right, I forgot I had to look for work as well. Purchasing all of the necessary furniture and household items resulted in me going bankrupt.Yaay, fun life! It's my first day in my new apartment, and I still have a lot of work to do. For the time being, I can only live here with the necessities, but I'll
A/N: This chapter by no means is to trigger anyone in any shape, size, or form. This is a fictional story and all scenes and actions are only for entertainment purposes. Please do not take any words or thoughts seriously and act upon them. (Third POV) Logan's car raced down the streets of New York like a flash of lightning, pressing hard on the gas pedal. Logan doesn't care if he's going over the speed limit or if he'll get a ticket; all he cares about right now is getting to Karolia as soon as possible. Logan's heart was pounding at a rate of ten miles per second. He had no idea what had happened to her, which made him even more conflicted. Karolia assured him that there were people around her and that she was in a reasonably safe location, but this did not calm Logan down. Hearing her sobs only fueled his desire to slam on the brakes. When he saw the name EAT-OUT in big bold letters, he
“This isn't the first time I've done something like this.” As I confessed about the fresh and faded bruises on my arms, I spoke in hushed tones. When I look up, I notice Logan has a scowl on his forehead. He was sitting on the single sofa chair in front of me, and I was sitting on the edge of my bed, legs crossed. There was a brief silence around us, and the only sound I could hear was my own heavy breathing. I lower my gaze, unable to make eye contact with Logan. Before proceeding, I counted to ten. “I've hurt myself before when the pain was unbearable for me. This is the fifth time I've done it...Or so I believe,” I said, trying to recall how many times I had done it. “You mentioned that your parents were murdered; is that the reason for your self-harm?” Logan inquired, his face flushed with confusion. “Seems like I have to start from the beginning,” I said, letting out a shaky, humorless laugh. I clenched my bottom lip as I braced myself for anothe
As I sit nervously in the backseat of the expensive Maserati Levante, I notice the busy streets of New York. I awoke alone in bed this morning, with the events of the day before still fresh in my mind. I expected to wake up with Logan's warm hands wrapped around me like a cocoon, but I was disappointed when I didn't find him in the apartment. But, much to my surprise, he texted me around eight o'clock, asking me to come to his office within an hour to discuss something important with him. Seeing that message reminded me of something I'd seen before, and now I'm on my way to his office. I bit my lower lip in nervousness as William dropped me in front of Logan's office. I scan my surroundings, and it was just as busy as I remembered, with people hurrying to get to work. The last time I came here, things didn't go so well, but given how Logan texted me with his infamous endearment 'love,' I'm hoping this time won't be the same. I walk towards the reception area after en
I paid the driver and dashed into my apartment, slamming the door shut behind me. I could tell my eyes were red and puffy from attempting not to break down in the uber. I tried hard to hold back the tears, but they wouldn't stop. I felt betrayed and heartbroken and I had no control over my emotions. How could Logan ever do this to me? I trusted him with everything, but all he did the entire time was work behind my back. I sat on the couch, sobbing loudly as more tears streamed down my cheeks. I brought my knees to my chest and sobbed uncontrollably. As the seconds ticked away, betrayal, fear, and every other emotion tore me apart. I thought Logan had feelings for me, but he was only pretending to get me to fall into my enemy's trap. This was why he was acting so mysteriously earlier today. He didn't want me to accompany him because he was afraid I would discover his true intentions with me. That he'd hand me over to them soon. To those who mercilessly murdered my paren
If you ask me which is the most boring subject I've ever studied, I'd say Economics without hesitation. Right now, I'm doing everything I can to keep my eyes open. Looking around the room, I notice that some students in the last row are either asleep or on their phones. Some are trying to stay awake, like me, and a few are completely engrossed in the subject, which is admirable. Mrs. Franks isn't concerned with how many students are listening to her lecture; she's only concerned with how many are in the class. I tolerated this class because I needed to be there. I suppose that is the only reason why so many students are present here. It's even more boring because Scar and Tyler don't have the same schedule as me today. So I'll just have to sit here for an hour and a half, brooding. If I had the choice between economics and accounting, I would take the accounting in a heartbeat. It's not my favorite subject, but I don't have a choice because I'm majoring in Business Studies.
When they noticed us standing two feet away from the table, both men stood up. My gaze was drawn to the familiar ocean blue eyes that had never failed to captivate me. I gulped silently as I noticed he hadn't blinked since he locked his gaze on me. Logan Watson was dressed in a black notch lapel blazer suit with a plain black shirt underneath and tight-fitted black trousers. My gaze returned to him, and I noticed a different emotion swirling in his eyes that I had only seen a couple of times before, but I had never been able to put a finger on it. The emotion was so intense that I had to avert my gaze if I didn't want to crumble to my feet right here. I'd forgotten how much I'd missed seeing those eyes in the last few days. Scarlet nudged me to bring me back to reality and drew me to the table. “Hey, baby girl,” Patrick was on his feet in a flash, approaching Scar. When Patrick took Scar's hand and kissed it while looking at her lovingly, I stood there awkwa
“Heads up!” Logan exclaimed at me before I noticed a piece of cake charging at me. Even though it only took two seconds, it felt like it took a minute as if it was happening in slow motion, but my reflex wasn't working as I stood frozen on the ground with my eyes widened. SPLASH! The creamy substance landed on my forehead before slid down my face and onto the floor. Logan's loud laughter filled the entire kitchen, and I closed my eyes, gritting my teeth in rage. I wiped the frost from my eyes and looked at Watson, who was hunched over and laughing his head off. I took advantage of the situation by taking an egg from the carton and walking two steps up to him before cracking it into his hair. The tables have now been turned. While Logan was glaring at me, I was laughing at him as the slimy egg fell from his head down onto the side of his face. However, I noticed his surprised expression changing into a well-known mischievous one. When I noticed him looking at the bowl of flou