the text (logan paul x reader)

twenty one

a lot of people wanted me to update again, so here is another chapter!! glad you guys are enjoying the story❤️❤️
i woke up, bright lights shining, heart monitor beeping. i was in a green painted room, in.... a hospital room? "finally awake, sweety?" a nurse asked. "awake?" i asked, confused. "yes. you've been in a bit of a coma. about two weeks." she told me. her name tag said 'nurse emily'. "oh. what happened?" i asked. she said i got in a fight. i nodded. she let a visitor come in the room, apparently he had stayed overnight with me for all two weeks. a blonde headed boy with bright blue eyes and a bird on his shirt walked in. he was really cute! but why was he here for me? "hey, babe. i was so worried." he leaned into kiss me, but i backed away. i'm not kissing strangers! "is everything alright?" he asked, seeing me scared. i shook my head, "who are you?" his eyes widened. "don't prank me, y/n." "prank? i'm not?" i said, confused. nurse emily walked back in. "oh, logan, y/n might not remember some things for a bit... or ever. you're going to have to re introduce her to the people in her life." she said. i could tell logan's heart dropped, whoever logan was. "y/n, you really don't remember me? or anything?" he asked. "n-no, i'm sorry." i answered shyly. "ok, well, i'm logan paul. your name is y/n paul. i'm your husband. we have twins together. their names are amber and andrea, they're back home right now. you got into a coma, and, well, here we are." he explained. "so, you're my husband, and i have children?" i re-insured. he nodded. this time, i leaned into kiss him. he kissed back. "i'm sorry i don't remember you, logan. but i'm sure i love you." "i love you too, y/n. no matter what happens," he hugged me. the doctors released me from the hell-hole called a hospital, and logan drove us 'home'. when i walked in, there were a bunch of random people with balloons. "welcome back!" they yelled. i held logans hand, scared. "uh, guys," logan said. a girl with brown hair ran up to me and attempted to hug me. i backed away. "y/n doesn't remember anything, or anyone. i explained to her that i'm her husband and we have two kids named amber and andrea, but she knows nothing else." they all looked at me. "yeah, sorry, guys. but, i appreciate this!" i said, trying to be happy. they still frowned. logan said it'd be good if they all introduced themselves. "i'm tessa, your best friend." "i'm erika, your other bff." "im chance" "im tony" (so on and so on for all the team 10 members). i nodded, "im y/n!" they all laughed, "we know!" "oh." i said, looking at the ground. they all left soon, and logan brought me upstairs to see my children. they were adorable! logan pulled out a camera and started talking to it. i interrupted him. "uh, w-what's that?" i asked, pointing to the camera. "oh, this is a camera. i do something called youtube. i upload videos. this is called vlogging, i show the internet my whole life." he said. "ohh, okay." i went to explore the house. after that, i crashed into bed, sleepily.
one week after the coma
i woke up, again, next to logan. as i always do. not much has happened in life. i only have a few friends, logan, and these people called "team 10." whatever that means. sounds dumb to me. logan said we were visiting jake, his brother, at the team 10 house. i nodded, getting ready. we drove off. logan went to hang out with jake. "hey y/n!" a girl said to me. "hi, uh, erika?" i said. she shook her head. "no, i'm meg. i'm jakes assistant." "oh, i'm so sorry!" i apologized. "it's alright!" meg walked away. someone hugged me from behind. yes, now this is erika. "hey erika!" i said, hugging her back. she looked sad, "no, im t-tessa." i kissed her cheek. "i'm sorry, tessa." then, a brown haired boy walked up to me. "ayee, y/n!" now, this, this had to be chance. "ayee, chance!" i said, confidently. "i'm tony, but it's okay." i shrugged. i didn't know anyone! "y/n, ayo! wanna be in my vlog?" tristan asked. "sure, alex!" "oh, i'm tristan." a tear rolled down my face. logan walked into the kitchen, where i was standing, filled with tears. everyone looked at me. everyone who's names i didn't know. "y/n? baby, what's wrong?" logan asked. "I DONT KNOW ANYONES NAMES! I KEEP GETTING MIXED UP, I HATE MY LIFE!! I WANNA GO HOME!!" i screamed, as i ran out the door. where was i going? home. i ran into my house. i booked a plane ticket to y/h/t (your home town) for tomorrow at 10 am. finally, i can maybe remember again. i hope. i miss life without memory. i climbed into bed and fell asleep, ready for the day to come. i wanted to be okay.