"Put on these shorts, flip flops, and cami." The stylist told me, pointing to the rack of clothes. I quickly took off the Jack Wills hoodie and jeans before switching into the floral cami, shorts, and the plain black flips flops. I was escorted outside, Emily by my side.
"The photoshoot was changed to the beach." She explained. I nodded and got in the car. We drove about half an hour to a beach before I was handed a beach ball and sunglasses. I laughed and stood a little in the waves like I was instructed.
The next few hours I took pictures until the photographer was satisfied. "Car or board?" Emily asked.
"Board." I confirmed, pulling my skateboard out of my bag. "I'll call the driver if I need a ride." I skated away, knowing Emily would get my clothes. Most photoshoots let me keep whatever I modelled, like in this case. I skated down the sidewalk, away from the beach. I saw a mob surrounding 5 boys. I turned my head as I skated by and the next thing I knew I was sprawled on the ground.
"Sorry!" I said, quickly getting up. I helped the person I ran into up.
"It's fine, love." He had on sunglasses, a snapback, and a hoodie. His accent matched the rest of England's. "Hey, I know you!"
"You do?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah, you- I can't remember."
"I do model. Maybe you've seen me in a magazine?"
He shook his head. "No," He jumped, raising a finger in the air like he was a scientist. "you were at my concert. You were the girl crying during Give Me Love." He concluded, taking off his glasses. In front of me was Ed Sheeran.
"Oh- um- that was nothing." I stuttered.
"What was wrong?"
"Nothing!"
"Well, how about we go get some coffee?" He asked hesitantly.
"Sure." I finally agreed. My phone vibrated and I pulled it out of my pocket.
From Logie Bear- Wazzzaaa?
To Logie Bear- Going to get coffee with Ed
From Logie Bear- ... Sheeran?
To Logie Bear- Yup
From Logie Bear- Oh well go hang out with your Ginger. I have a movie date with Olivia.
With your Ginger? What was that supposed to mean? I sighed, shoving my phone in my pocket.
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I wringed my hair in a towel, glancing at the TV as I made my way to the kitchen. I had just taken a shower after a day of tests and stunts. Lexi was out on a date with her boyfriend, Wes. I froze when I heard Logan's name.
"And here's Logan Henderson and his new girlfriend, Olivia Faye. Sources say they have been dating since his break up with Carter Johnson. This is a picture of them today at the BTR concert!" The gossip reporter said as a picture of Logan and Olivia backstage at the concert showed. It was obviously taken by one of the guys but Olivia was sitting in his lap, her arms wrapped around Logan's neck. He had his arms around her and they were pulling funny faces.
Suddenly my appetite was gone. I walked back to my room, shutting the door behind me. I locked the door and sat on my bed, my back against the wall and my knees against my chest.
I sat there for what seemed like forever, not moving. I was thinking to much but I had to or I would have too many thoughts all jumbled up.
Why was it so hard for me to allow him to fake date this girl? He had to or he would loose his job.
I suddenly had the urge to talk to Logan, to hear his voice. I needed him right now. I called and waited as the phone rang. It went to his voicemail. I tried again, desperate to hear him and talk about what he said earlier. I finally resulted to a text.
To Logie Bear- Will you please just answer me?
A minute later the only thing clear on my phone was the change from 'Delivered' to 'Read'.
I sighed, running my hand through my hair. I threw my phone on the couch and walked to the kitchen. I opened the fridge, taking out a tub of coffee ice cream. I grabbed a spoon and made my way back to the couch. I flipped through the channels, finding a random show. I did that for the next hour or so, finishing the tub of ice cream. I would so pay for this later.
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I sat in another boring class of Shakesphere. I wasn't hating, I just had a lot on my mind. I couldn't stop thinking about yesterday. Was he ignoring me for a reason? I couldn't think of anything I did wrong.
At least you didn't go around kissing another guy!
It's not his fault! He could lose his job!
Just admit you're jealous...
Yeah I'm jealous but I'll support Logan no matter what.
Even when he's dating another girl? Doesn't it bother you when you see the pictures?
Here I was, arguing with myself when I was supposed to be taking the test that had just gotten handed out. I glanced at Lexi beside me. She made a finger gun and shot her head, making a fake dead face. I smiled and pulled a dead face.
"Ladies in the back, detention for the both of you." Mr. Campbell barked from the front. I sighed, rolling my eyes. I started on the test.
"Stupid mangoe." I muttered under my breath. Lexi snorted in laughter but covered it with a cough. It was an inside joke and a very long story. I finished the test and turned it in at the front before heading back to my seat. I tapped my pencil against the desk, slumping in my seat. I glanced at the clock, grabbing my bag off the floor just as the annoying bring of the bell rang out. I swung my bag over my shouddler and stood up, waiting for Lexi. She joined my side as we walked towards the detention room.
"Fun." She annouced sarcastically as we walked down the halls.
"I know right." I answered, just as sarcastic. We walked into the detention room, sitting in the middle of the rows of desks. I glanced around the room. The teacher wasn't in yet. I pulled out my phone, no new messages from Logan. I started a new message.
To Logie Bear- We really need to talk. I miss you a lot :( I love you <3
A minute later, my phone vibrated. I had a new text.
From Logie Bear- I love you too <3 I'll call you later
I smiled. Maybe things would go back to how they used to once tour was over.
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Fixing Us | Sequel to Forgotten Love
Fanfiction6 months. 26 weeks. 182 days. 4,382 hours. 262,974 minutes. 15,638,400 seconds. I spent that long without Logan, without seeing him face to face. With him on tour and me in college we barely even talked. Too much happened during that time. To...