OBLIVIOUS | FanFic: Logan Paul |

To Apologize |5|

| Strong-ish Language |

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"Logan?" I knocked gently on his hotel door. It was around 1:30am and I couldn't sleep.

Silence.

That's all I heard. I sighed and looked at the carpeted flooring beneath my feet. I glanced back up at the door, knocking harder this time.

"Logan, it's me, Livana." I addressed myself in front of the lifeless door

Still nothing.

All of the sudden the door opened enough for me to to see three quarters of his face. He appeared to be wearing a pink shirt and some khakis. But what really got me was the sliver of his face that I could see.

Red and puffy, was how I could describe it. He appeared to have been crying.

"L-Logan?" I whispered. He clenched his perfectly sculpted jaw and looked away from me.

"What do-- you need?" He choked out, his voice splitting midsentence. Had he really been... crying?

"Are you alright?" I questioned, attempting to step closer, but he pushed the door forward a bit, blocking me from entering.

"I'm fine. What do you want?" He dismissed me rudely.

"I couldn't sleep, I came to see if you were awake," I answered. He looked at the floor space in between us, trying to avoid contact.

"I'm awake, but I don't want to be bothered right now, goodnight--" Logan dismissed again, trying to shut his door. I stomped my foot in front of it before it could close, thought.

"Logan, please. Can we talk?" He sighed, rolling his eyes, still not looking at me.

He walked away from the door, giving up. I walked in and shut the door behind me. I slowly turned around and saw Logan sitting in a chair in the lounging room with a computer by his right leg, and a camera on the table directly in front of him. He placed his head in his hands, gripping his hair tightly.

"What is going on with you?" I pushed the conversation, walking further into the room with caution. He remained unfazed by my comment, remaining in his still position. "Damn it, Logan! Please give me some form of communication from your mouth other than sighs and stares." I pleaded. He slowly took his head out of his hands, staring straight ahead.

I was only able to see the back of his head, me standing behind him. He gripped both the armrests with each hand, trying to reposition himself. I watched, almost intrigued by his swift movement. He leaned on the right armrest, followed by releasing another sigh.

I strides towards him, incensed, whipping around so I was now kneeling down infront of his expressionless face. He looked almost... dead.

"Logan, I know I'll find out what's wrong one way or anoth--" I slowed down as I realized the blue beam that cast a shadow over Logan's face.

I turned my head around, spotting two tabs open on the computer. I looked closer at the bigger tab and realized he was publishing a video, a video that he just made probably minutes before I arrived since it was dark out behind him and he was still wearing the same clothing.

I checked the other tab, noticing about three quarters of a page filed under the name,'apology pinpoints'.

He was making an apology video? For what, what did he do?

"Logan, what are these?" I inquired impatiently, l growing immensely confused.

"It's everywhere..." He muttered. I turned my head away from the computer to Logan. He still didn't look at me.