Logan Paul Imagines

Confession

You were sitting in the living room of your bf's house in silence waiting for him to come home. You looked over at the clock, 2:38am it read.
You then decided to text him one last time.
As you reached for your phone you heard the faint sound of keys and the front door open.
"WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN. IVE BEEN SITTING HERE WORRIED ABOUT YOU DUMBASS"

He was taken aback.

"Woah calm down" he said slurring his words a bit, obviously tipsy.
"Why so mad?"

"Where. Were. You."

"I was at a friend's house" he smirked.

"Who?"
"Nunya"
"..."
"Fine, Allison. (fine ass)"
He said whispering the last part.
"Excuse me? What was that?"
"Nothing. Fuck off" he murmured, walking off.
"Logan, come here. We need to talk."
"No, I don't feel like it."
"I don't care if you feel like doing it or not. We. Need. To. Talk."
Completely ignoring you he continues upstairs.
Before walking into the room he looks downstairs and stares you up and down.
You jog up to him and push him into the room.

"What is up with you?"
"What do you mean?"
"You're gone all day, you come home tipsy at almost 3 in the fucking morning, you smell like..a frat house full of whores, and then you treat me like that?"
"So what"
"So what? So explain what is going on in that stupid brain of yours"
"Yk what I'm thinking? I'm thinking that you should get your shit, get the fuck out of my house, and hop the fuck off."
You opened your mouth to curse him out until he says this.
"You were just a bet anyway"
All words left as you just stood there shocked.
"A bet?"
"Yea. Just a lousy fkn bet. I got what I needed so you can get tf out of my life."
"Wow. That's all I am to you? You allowed me to waste so many years of my life for you? Taking care of you, being there for you, loving you, comforting you, supporting you even if it made me look like the biggest fkn idiot on this planet,...just to be a fkn bet."
"Yea. I didn't want to hurt your sensitive ass, but I don't really care anymore.'

"You know what fuck you."

You push pass him and begin to pack your things.

"It's about time you started that"
You flipped him off.

Without saying another word to each other you walked out.

The next morning...

You woke up to the sound of your phone going off.

Too tired to do anything you decide to ignore it and get some more sleep.
That was until your phone wouldn't stop. Exhausted and angry you check your phone only to see millions of calls and texts on every platform possible from Logan.

You were curious to what he wanted so you read the text messages

Y/n pls answer
We really need to talk
Where did you go?
Why aren't your things here anymore?
Are you okay?
I need you to answer me
You're scaring me
FKN ANSWER

You didn't care to finish reading them as you set your phone down and went to get dressed.

When you were done he called one last time. You violently fought the urge to answer but eventually decided to pick it up.

Y/n: what
Log: y/n where are you? Are you ok? Pls we need to talk. I can-
Y/n: shut up
Log: wha-
Y/n : shut up. You need to leave me alone. I'm done with you and your bullshit.
Log: what are yo-
Y/n: don't fkn act you didn't do anything last night.
Log:ok I have no ide-
Y/n: well let me refresh your memory. You came home around 3 in the morning, obviously drunk, smelling like cheap perfume, with uh hickeys that I for sure didn't give you, rude comments and remarks, oh and don't forget about the part where you told me I was just a bet and you basically didn't care about this relationship.
Log:...
Y/n: remember now? Yea ik you do. And please explain to me why you're bothering me and so "worried sick" when you don't care in the first place?
Log: y/n I do care. I wasn't in my right mind you know that. Ofc I care about you.
Y/n: yeah right. And not being in your right mind isn't an excuse.
Log: I was drunk. I didn't mean anything that I said
Y/n: drunk words are sober thoughts 🙄
Log: that's not true
Y/n: oh really? Ok then was I really just a bet?  be honest
Log: honest? Ok I'll admit yea you were
(You scoffed)
Log: BUT LISTEN...Once I got to know you I didn't care about the bet. The bet wasn't my motivation to love you. I mean it.
Y/n: really?
Log: yea..
Y/n: I SMELL BULLSHIT GOODBYE WE'RE DONE
Log:no y/-

You hung up.

His pov.

What an idiot. I fucked up.