Penguin? Penguin.

16. Hesitance

A/n: can we just discus how adorable french bulldogs are? i want like, fifteen.

It's 10pm and I haven't gone home yet. I'm certain Mister Collins is gone but I can't face my Mother, just thinking about her sends a sharp pain through my body. I can't believe she would do that to me.

My face was sticky and puffy from the unbelievable amount of crying I have done and my eyes still stung. I look like a complete mess; my hair is unruly and I'm in a pair of old leggings and a flimsy jumper, that does nothing to keep me warm but I've become somewhat numb. From the cold and the pain.

I jut hope Logan and I will sort out whatever is going on. What even is going on? I have a feeling that Missy had something to do with his outburst about Luke and I.

I find myself at his doorstep, my hand in a fist ready to knock but I pause. He probably doesn't want to see me, he did say he would talk to me tomorrow but I need him now. I need to talk to him now. I sigh sadly and lean my head against his front door. What if he sees it's me and doesn't answer? What if he does answer? I let out another sigh and gently tap my knuckles on the wooden door. It's a moment or so before the door is swung open, Missy standing in front of me.

"Wow, don't you look horrible." she remarked but I ignored her and stayed silent. "What do you want?" She raised her eyebrows and leaned against the door.

"Can I please come in?" I asked softly, fiddling with my fingers. She stared at me a few moments before rolling her eyes and stepping aside. I thank her and walk in, my eyes instantly landing on Mr Collins slouching on the couch and my heart sinks, the image of him and my Mother burning in my head. Missy closed the door and plopped down on a different couch to her father, sending him a disgusted look. I remember that she knows he's cheating on her mother, but she doesn't know who with. I hope it stays that way.

I softly walk up the stairs, to Logan's room and gently knock. When he a doesn't answer, dread starts to consume me. I shouldn't have come. He's probably still mad at me from earlier. I gently knock again, but still no answer. He must be asleep. If I'm quiet enough maybe I could just slip in bed with him to just feel his warmth. If I do then I'll have to leave before he wakes up. I sighed and hesitantly turn the handle and peek my head in his room. My eyes fall on his sleeping figure and I walk into the room, closing the door softly. I lean against it and take in a shaky breath. He'll probably be really mad tomorrow morning but I need to feel his arms around me, I need to feel his comfort.

I tip toed to his bed and slid in, pulling the covers over me. I stared at his peaceful face for a moment before I shuffled closer to him. His arm wrapped around my waist and I suppressed a small smile. I shut my eyes and leaned into him. The moments of the day flashed across my eyelids and I felt a single tear role down my cheek and onto his bare chest. A few more fell and I was on the verge of falling asleep when I felt Logan tighten his grip around me and wipe away a tear.

Logan's POV

Someone snuggled into my chest and I suppressed a groan, if this is Missy I'll be pissed. I peel my eyes open and look down at the person cuddling me. I instantly spotted Haydee's chestnut hair and a smile spread across my face. Despite my telling her to leave me alone, she still came. The memories of last flooded in and I remembered hearing her crying. My heart squeezed painfully, hoping I wasn't the reason why.

She had a restless look on her face and I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and caressed her cheek. She's so soft, she's always been so soft and always smelt of vanilla. Haydee leaned into my hand and her eyes fluttered open. Her beautiful eyes connected with mine. I noticed her were slightly red from her crying.

"Morning," I whispered with a gentle smile. She looked at me confused.

"You're not mad?" She said softly and I shook my head. She seemed relived and she smiled at me, making my heart beat faster from her breathtaking smile.