Logan Paul Imagines

He Forgets

You sat in your car, your hands gripping the steering wheel hard, your knuckles turning white. Logan had left you at a restaurant for two hours, this was the first and last time he forgot about a date.

The worst part about was that he was the one who planned it. He said to meet you there, and didn't give a damn to show up.

Right now you sat in the parking lot as tears streamed down your face. He's never done this before, and the fact that he did it in your birthday just ruined everything in your relationship.

You wiped your tears away and started your car. You decided to confront him about it. He's never going to be able to do this again, because he done much worse, leaving with one option.

Leaving him.

You drove to his apartment complex. You took the keys out of the car and set them in your purse. You picked it up and opened you car door.

You stepped out and took a deep breath before closing the car door. You walked up to the elevators and pressed the button, waiting for it to reach you.

It opened and it was cleared of people. It finally opened to his floor. You slowly walked to his door.

When you reached it, you stood there for a few seconds before knocking.

You heard a groan before it was slowly opened. When Logan's eyes fell on you, they widened. He knew what you were here for.

He gulped before silently inviting you in. You walked in and set your bag down before turning to him.

"I'm sorry, I forgot." He let out, his voice cracking. He was already feeling guilty.

"And you think that's going to fix everything, don't you? Of course you think that. Every time your do something wrong you think saying sorry is going to fix it. Like it's some kind of magic word that makes everything better!"

He stared at you with sympathy and worry. Not worry for you but worry of your reaction and how things were to play out.

"Are you just gonna stand there? Your not going to tell me 'I'll make it up to you'?" He continued to stare at you, blinking every few seconds.

He looked like a child who was being disciplined. "That's okay, because it's not like we're going on any other dates!" You say as you threw your arms up then back down in frustration.

His expression turned to a confused worried look.

"We. Are. Through." You said simply before grabbing your things and leaving. He didn't care to follow or try to stop you from doing so.

At this point you believed he wanted you to look like the bad guy and break up him. At this point you didn't care and was finished with the crap he gave you.

Maybe he'll come crawling back.