Natalie
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No one talked me after I left Logan's apartment. But, Logan did send me pictures of everyone together so that I could look at them whenever I wanted to, so that's what I did. I took out my phone and went to my pictures, then clicked on the first one out of what seemed like a hundred of them.

I smiled lightly as I swiped through them slowly. Most of the pictures had me with Jo and Camille, others with James, Carlos and Logan. Then I stopped on one picture. It was of me and Kendall. I looked closely, and our hands were locked with each other's, our foreheads pressed together.

I exited out of my pictures then went to Logan's number, pressing the message button.

Natalie: There's a picture of me and Kendall holding hands...did we really used to date?

Logan: Yes, you did. I'm so sorry Natalie, I don't know what else to do. I'm trying...well we're all trying to help you. Anyways, it's late, so if you need some company or anything, I'll leave a key outside next to the door for you.

I replied back, then put my phone on the table next to my bed. I fluffed my pillow, don't ask, then placed it under my arm with my chin on top of it. My mom knocked on my door before walking inside my room.

"Hey honey. How are you feeling?"

I sat up again, placing the pillow on my lap, fiddling with my thumbs. "I'm okay, I guess. Logan sent me pictures today and some of them had me and Kendall in them. Do you...um...well, how were we...as a couple?" I asked in the least awkward way as possible.

"The truth? Well, you guys were great together. Expect for the breakdowns and breakups you guys had..."

I gasped and jumped to my feet. Me and Kendall had breakdowns? I kinda figured we had breakups considering we haven't been together for a long time, but still. I paced back and forth around me room, heavily breathing and stopping to catch my breath every so often.

"Calm down Natalie. It's—"

"Why do I feel like I know this? I know I don't, but it feels like it! I don't know Kendall, I don't know anyone! Why am I like this?" I started crying again, throwing myself on the floor, digging my head between my knees.

I reached for my phone and scrolled back to Logan's message. He said that if I needed company, I could just go over there and call myself down because I know Logan wouldn't mind. I took a deep breath then stood up.

"I'm going to Logan's."

I grabbed my bag off the bench in my room and I went out of the door, then out of the apartment door towards the elevator. I waited impatiently for the elevator to stop on Logan's floor, then bolted out once the door opened.

I patted the floor looking for the spare key and quietly cheered once I felt it in my hand. I felt around for the key hole and once I did, I shoved the key, rather violently, into the handle and pushed the door open.

I tiptoed to the couch and sat down, then felt something moving next to me. I jumped up, then calmed down when I realized it was just Logan. I placed my hand on my chest, then sat back down, leaning back.

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"No! Not fair! You always win!" I whispered shouted when Logan beat me. It's was three in the morning and we were sitting on his couch playing video games while everyone else was sleeping.

"I'm surprised you know how to play video games." I slapped Logan's shoulder, the pushed him down on the floor so that I have a better chance of winning the game.

"I don't think so Nat." I groaned when Logan knocked me off course and won the level. I threw the controller, then glared at Logan from the couch. "What? Mad?" I saw a smirk forming on his faced because he knew exactly why I was glaring at him.

I pounced onto Logan, pinning his arms above his head. I smirked back down at him. "What? Surprised?" I mocked him, while I still had his arm locked in place. He flipped me over before I could stop, then I was the one who was pinned to the ground. "Bet you thought I couldn't reverse it, did you?"

I tried to move my arms, but Logan had a force grip on them that I couldn't. "Shut up." I laughed, then it got completely silent. His head leaned down and then, without me even realizing it, his lips brushed against mine, then they were actually pressed against them.

He released my arms, resulting in me pulling him closer to me, hardening the kiss even more. He pulled away, taking huge breaths. "I'm sorry, I—"

"Quit talking." I cut him off by kissing him again.

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