OBLIVIOUS | FanFic: Logan Paul |

Valentine's Sushi |13|

| Strong Language |

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*Logans POV*

I huffed in the reflection of the bathroom mirror.

I grabbed my comb again and brushed the hair that fell on my forehead, not in it's entirety though in fear of losing some of the curls.

I brush out the short hairs on the back of my head that had been cut by Livana.

It pained me to remember the face of sadness and desperation on her when she repeatedly asked for me not to cut my hair.

Nonetheless, I went through with it. She seems to quite like it now actually.

But a small part of me misses my old hair. Y'know, the one I wrote a song about?

Yeah, that one.

I set down the comb and whipped my head to the side, giving it an oppurtunity to.. fluff.

I grabbed the folds of the suit jacket and straightened it out.

Knock, knock.

I heard a soft knock on the wall, making me look in the reflection of the mirror.

Livana.

"Uh, girl's like suits, right?" I questioned with a grin as I admired my appearance in the reflection as I flexed my arms a bit to see them buldge in the sleeves.

Not gonna lie, I was actually nervous as hell.

"Well, yeah, of course Logan." She approached me, placing her hands on my collar. "I mean, hell, you look like a full course meal."

She folded down the collar, smoothing it out. But, her hand lingered on the back of my neck, twirling the small hairs.

"Really?" I asked with a smirk.

"Yeah, I don't think we have to even go out anymore." She teased me.

I had just then recognized that she was wearing a pastel pink silk robe, the left shoulder being bare since it was hanging off of her shoulder, just slightly.

I scoffed, placing both my hands now on her waist.

"Hmph, no. I wanna take you on a real date." I clarified as I smiled down at her five foot frame.

She was able to touch my neck since she was in what appeared to be five inch shoes, making her about 5'5".

She then moved her hands to the lapels of the jacket, resting them there as well as admiring them.

"Thank you." She whispered, her eyes trailing back up to my own. "You really do look handsome."

"Thank you." I repeated her teasingly.

I gave her a brief smile before it quickly faded, turning into a somewhat serious expression.

Her expression was very similar to mine almost.

I unconsciously began to lean in. Unaware of the fact that she was leaning in too, her breathing intensifying.

She inhaled a sharp breath, pulling away, a singular centimeter was inbetween our lips.

"Not.. right now." She pled, making me understand where she was coming from. "I just, want to go on a date with you first."

I chuckled softly, taking my right hand that had rested on her waist, to her cheek.