the text (logan paul x reader)

twenty two

my alarm beeped. bright and early. it was 7 am, i needed time to get ready and be at the airport by 8:30. yes, i know, early for a 10am flight. but, i always liked to be early. i looked beside me, logan wasn't there. right, i forgot. logan was on the set of this movie... agh, i forget what it's called. it was a new movie that none of his fans knew about, too bad i don't remember the name. whatever. i got up, got dressed, and packed the last of my things. i went into the main room, and saw lydia, logans assistant, sitting at a chair in front of a computer. i jumped a bit. "uh, hello?" i asked. "hi! i'm lydia, logan, your husband's, assistant." she said. i nodded, "yeah, i know." "what? how do you know?" lydia asked. i looked down, "uh, well, i actually don't know." she shrugged. "where are you going?" she asked. "don't tell logan, but lydia, im going back to my hometown. only for about two weeks. can you take care of the twins?" she nodded. i left, hurrying before anyone else saw me. i called an uber, and while i was waiting, hollywood fix came up. oh, awesome. "y/n! y/n! where are you going?" he asked. "um, somewhere... special for the vlog." i responded. where's my uber!? "what are you waiting for?" he asked. "my uber." "how are the twins?" "great, thanks." "remind me of their names, again?" "amber, uh, rae paul? and andrea... daisy paul?" "is your memory alright?" "sorry, that's my uber!" i said, happily. "oh, alright. have a nice trip, you look great!" i smiled right at the camera. "thank you." ugh, i think i messed up my own children's names. awesome job, y/n. i slept on the way to the airport. i called my brother, grayson, when i got there. i only
new his name cause is contact was "brother grayson".
you; gray, hi!
gray; y/n? we haven't talked in so long! we miss you back home.
you; about that.... i'm getting on a flight to y/h/t!! can you pick me up when i land? and don't tell anyone else.
gray; oh my god, of course! text me when you land, i will be there. bye, y/n!
you; thanks, bye!!
i hung up and went through security. all good. my flight was going to board soon. i took a deep breath, and walked towards the gate as my flight was called.
after flight cause i'm a lazy biatch
i landed, safely getting off the plane. i texted grayson.
you; gray, i landed :)
gray; huh?
you; me + flight = landed. come pick me up!
gray; sorry, i'm with my gf. have mom pick u up?
you; for real? gray, u promised me.
gray; sorry.
i felt a tap on my shoulder. i turned around, and it was grayson! i hugged him so tightly. "y/n! i missed you, so, so much." "you too, grayson! who's that?" i asked, pointing to the blonde haired girl next to him. grayson looked confused. "you.. uh... don't remember her? this is my girlfriend, hannah. you guys were best friends before you moved." "hannah? no, doesn't ring a bell. i guess this is a good time to tell you i got punched in the head, fell to the ground, was in a come for two weeks, and i don't remember... well, everything." i explained. grayson hugged me again, hannah hugging too, this time. "im sorry!" they both said. i fake smiled, "thanks. now, let's go!" the whole way there, i told them about logan, marriage, the twins, team 10, and youtube. plus everything that happened with banks. they were both so intrigued! we got home quickly, but unfortunately, it didn't look familiar. i knocked on the door. a lady with brown hair answered pulling me into a hug. this must be my mom! "y/n?" she said, crying. "mom?" i said back. she smiled, "hello baby. i missed you! what brings you back?" she asked. "oh, nothing much. just wanted to, uhh, visit!" i smiled. "okay, darling. let's bring your stuff upstairs, and tell me all about life in LA!" i began to explain everything, except me getting a coma. if i told me mom that, she would never let me go back. that's when i got a call from logan. it was about 3pm, he should've gotten home by now. i told my mom i needed a second, and answered.
logan; babe where the fuck are you?
you; what?
logan; lydia won't crack. where are you??
you; fine, logan. i'm fine.
logan; no, y/n. i can't sleep without you. i can't live without knowing where you are!!
you; fine, lo, i'm in y/h/t. visiting family. i'm hoping it will jog my memory.
logan; well, can i come? i haven't met your brother yet.
you; no, logan. please, don't.
logan; w-what?
you; i'm sorry, logan. i just need some alone time. to, i don't know, think.
logan; oh, okay. how long will you be there?
you; two weeks. or more. i'm not sure. i'm sorry, i have to go. goodbye baby. love you.
logan; lo-
i hung up. i felt bad leaving logan, but it was right.
about one week after you are in your home town (y/h/t)
today was monday. it had been a week since i got here. everything was great, except for the fact i still didn't remember anything. i was sitting on my bed, watching logan's vlog, when my mom came up. "darling? can i come in?" she asked, in her sweet mom voice. i closed my laptop. "yes, mom." she opened the door. "now, baby," she said, sitting next to me, "what's wrong? you haven't been remembering much." "what? i remember everything, mom." i responded, nervous. "no, you don't. now tell me, what happened?" she asked. i shook my head, "mom, you won't let me back in LA." a tear rolled down my face. "yes, i will." i carried on to explain everything that had happened in LA, the real stuff. including banks hitting me. and my coma. my mom pulled me into a tight, tight hug.
hi guys! please read this part. this is an authors note, but it is very important. so, i wanted to say, thank you guys for (basically) 3k reads!! in a month! y'all are amazing. make sure to share this story with other logangsters!! much love❤️ xoxo