Saved (Janoskians Fanfiction)

Meet the Family ❤

The week passed on pretty quickly; Payed some bills, worked, cleaned up the house, and just basically laid around. But it was Thursday night and I was really freaking out.

My dad and brother fly in tomorrow at around 7 and it's about ... 11 o' clock, and I'm cleaning like crazy while Logan is out doing only god knows what. I even had a list of things to do.

Kitchen, check,

Living room, check.

Backyard, check.

Basically everything else, check check check. Except for one room in the house.

I stepped into Logan's room, and my jaw just dropped from the mess. Clothes were sprawled across the floor, his comforter was messy, drawers half open with boxers and baseball tees hanging out the side, magazines scattered on the floor. How can someone live like this?

I quickly grabbed a trash bag from downstairs and ran back up, getting To work.

I first sprayed air freshener in his room to take away the "Smelly teenage boy" scent. I tossed his clothes that all happened to miss the perfectly fine clothes hamper. I picked up an Aerosmith t-shirt and saw a shiny wrapper. I picked it up and my eyes went wide, quickly throwing it in the trash.

A fucking condom wrapper.

Classy.

I continued cleaning, but it was bugging me. I mean I'm not jealous, I just would want to know who he's fucking in MY house. Seriously.

About an hour and a half later, I finished his room. May I say, it looked good. I grabbed a pencil and paper off his desk and wrote a little note.

"Throw out the condom wrapper next time xx" I placed it on his bed and went back in my room and just collapsed. It felt so amazing to finally just rest on my comfy bed after being on my feet all day.

Then the fucking doorbell rang.

I groaned and remained in my place, but it kept on ringing. So did my phone in my pocket.

*Answer the door, forgot my key xx*

Logan. I sighed in frustration and brought myself up on my weak, tired legs and walked downstairs. I unlocked and opened the door.

"There ya go, princess," I mumbled and walked back upstairs, but he grabbed my wrist.

"Hey, what's wrong?" He asked.

"What's wrong? I've been on my feet all day fucking cleaning for my family's arrival and I'm tired, problem?" I snapped, taking him a bit by surprise. I sighed.

"Sorry, I'm just worn out," I mumbled, yawning.

"I'm sorry, I completely forgot about them coming tomorrow," he apologized. I just shrugged. I started to walk back upstairs but he stopped me again.

"What?" I groaned.

"You're tired, least I could do is carry you upstairs," he quietly said. I weakly smiled and nodded, letting him carry me upstairs. He opened the door and set me down on my bed, tucking me in.

"I didn't.... Didn't even brush, my uh... My teeth," I sleepily mumbled into my soft pillow, barely even knowing what the fuck I was saying.

"Goodnight, Katie," he chuckled, kissing my forehead. He walked away but stopped in the doorway.

"Love you," he said.

"Love you too, night," I whispered, snuggling into the duvet, falling asleep shortly after that.