A Little Bit of Love Hate

Bye

Logan's POV

"Bye Harry." I whispered, hopping into my car and driving off.  

I could see him in my rear view mirror, standing there with a dumbfounded look on his face. I couldn't help but let the tears stream out, a small sob leaving my lips.  

I slept with the enemy... Fell in love with the enemy... And now? I'm torn...  

I was planning to move on with my life... To dance and perform in America.  

The drive to the airport was heartache, my body and mind full of regret. Now was the time to think and react.  

'Just go Logan.' I told myself. Grabbing my luggage and wheeling it towards check -in.  

I smiled half heartedly at the woman handing me my ticket.  

"Thank you.." I mumbled before walking away quickly.  

"15 minutes until boarding on Flight 169 to New York." The intercom chimed.  

I let out a long sigh, tapping my foot impatiently.  

"Logan!!" I heard a voice shout. I shook it off acting as if it was a vivid part of my imagination.  

"Logan Garner!" The voice shouted again. I kept quiet, staring at my lap the tears beginning to well up once again.  

Rushed footsteps came my way, his heavy breathing filling the area.  

"Ex-excuse me miss.. Bu-but have you seen a girl.." A boy with curly hair panted, his hands on his knees as he looked down for a breath.  

"I've seen alot around here." The old woman next to me laughed. My heart jumped, hoping he wouldn't look up at me.  

I quickly stood, grabbing my purse and carry-on. Harry was swift in his actions, grabbing my arm.  

"You really think I wouldn't notice you?" He questioned, his eyes teary and red.  

I kept my back facing him. Bottom lip quivering as his hand latched to my wrist tighter.  

"I need to go.." I croaked.  

"No you don't." He argued, his voice rising in frustration.  

I pulled my hand away, tuning to face him.  

"I do Harry." I cried.

He tried to approach me, his hands reaching towards me in a needy manner. 

I shied away from his touch, turning my back to face him as I reached the opening gates. 

"I'm sorry Logan. I fucking hate myself for what I did to you. I had to force myself to move on. And the bad part is that we both fell in love. We've learned things we've never knew about each other, we were able to over come our past. What surprises me the most is that we still got ourselves to have a good time throughout the whole damn thing. Logan I don't want you to leave because things were better off when you were right here. I need you. I need you to stay here with me. I don't want this to be our last good-bye, or our last I love you. I want to fucking mean it Logan. And I can't do that without you here." He said making me stop dead in my tracks. "Are you even listening to me Lo?!" He sounded as if he was crying.  

I slowly turned my head to face him, the tears streaming from my face. He was crying too. 

"Harry... I need to do this. It's for the both of us." I sobbed.  

"It can't be for the both of us if one of us is going to end up being hurt." He sniffled.  

"This...this won't be our last I love you. This won't be our last goodbye. I promise you that." I whispered.  

"Five minutes until Flight 169 to New York is boarding."  

"I need to go now." I said, slowly walking back towards the gate.  

"Bye Haz. I'll see you soon." I smiled weakly.  

I handed my boarding pass to the woman standing by the door.  

A gasp escaped my lips when I felt his large hands wrap around my waist, easily pulling me up and spinning me around.  

His lips met mine, kissing me passionately before setting me down.  

"Bye Lo.."