Bittersweet Love

Chapter 8

Logan's point of view:

Confused and annoyed, I look at the guys, who standing in front of me and looking at me seriously.

"What do you want?"

"We haven't been in the studio for two weeks. Gustavo says if we don't come back soon, Griffin will fire us," Kendall explains.

"So what? That wouldn't change anything."

James rolls his eyes. "Maybe not for you, but for me. And I won't allow me to give up my dream because of you!"

I want to contradict him, but Kendall raises his hand. "Stop. Logan, you'll get up now, wash yourself and change your clothes."

"And if I don't do that?"

"Then we'll help you," Kendall says, and I know he's serious.

"Fine!" I say angrily and disappear into the bathroom. I look in the mirror. My face is deathly pale, my eyes are red and my hair is a mess. What would Camille say if she could see me right now? This thought makes my eyes water. With a trembling hand, I turn on the faucet and begin to wash myself. When I'm done with everything, I look better on the outside, but inside it still hurts. I go back to my room and notice that there are already clothes on my bed. No doubt, these were the guys. I change my clothes and then go to the living room. The three are sitting on the couch, waiting.

"You look good, Logan," James says to me. Kendall nods in agreement. "Definitely better than before."

Carlos is silent. I look him straight in the face and he averts his eyes. For a second, a bad conscience flares up in me. Was I too mean to Carlos and the others? But then I think of Camille and the anger and the disappointment return again.

"Well, let's go," Kendall says, and the guys push me out of the apartment. In the parking lot is already the limousine, which always brings us to the studio. We are entering. I cross my arms and stare out of the window. I can feel the looks of the guys on me and close my eyes. After some time, I open them again and realize that we are no longer in the heart of Hollywood, but outside the city. Completely confused, I stare at the guys, who are sitting there completely calm and watching me curiously.

"I thought we were going to the studio."

"Be glad it's not like that," James says. I shake my head. "Where are we going?"

"You'll see," Kendall replies, smiling strangely. Carlos is still silent.

The limousine stops and we get out. I look around helplessly. What do the guys want here? Kendall thanks the driver, then we go. After a few minutes, we reach a meadow with a small river and some rocks. The guys stop. I walk a few steps until I stand with my back to them and look around. I feel as if I have been here before. I turn to the guys, but they are gone …