If You're Lucky.

"Look what we have here." An annoyingly familiar voice boasted loudly. I groaned whilst keeping my eyes shut. I don't know what he's talking about, but I really wasn't in the mood to deal with his sarcasm right when I woke up. "Go away, Logan."
"Let me just..." The room was quite for the next few seconds until the shutter of his iPhone went off. Why the hell did he feel the need to take a picture of me while I was sleeping? And why did I feel so warm?
"Logan what the fu.." I grouched as I attempted to sit up. Only now did I realize why I had been so warm and exactly what he was talking about. Harry's arm was slung loosely around my waist my back flush against his rock hard chest, our legs interlaced with one another. It was actually quite comfortable.
"Harry." I whispered quietly as I continued to purse to break the entanglement of our bodies. Though I wasn't succeeding in the least. Harry was much bigger than me, making it nearly impossible to pull out of his grasp.
"Harry." I pulled away once again, only this time his arm tightened bringing me closer.
"It's too early." He spoke in a much huskies voice than normal.
"It's eleven."
"Like I said, too early." He whispered as he moved closer nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck. "Mmm, you smell good."
I was well aware if the gigantic smirk plastered on Logan's face at the minute. Why was in here anyway? Would there ever be a day where he didn't just come barging in my room? Yeah. I highly doubt it. He wasn't one for respecting your privacy. I thrusted my forefinger in the air pointing to the door, praying he'd listen this once. He looked at me feigning confusing.
He's such a twat. After mouth go for at least five minutes, I eventually gave up. I really didn't care about the fact that he was in here, it hadn't been like Harry and I were doing anything. I was more afraid of what he was going to say. He took pride in embarrassing me, especially in front of attractive boys and Harry would defiantly be no exception.
"Masyn." He spoke finally.
"Yes Logan." I answered back in to utmost monotone voice I could manage.
"Well isn't someone cranky this morning."
Harry emitted a small chuckled forcing warm breath to rush over my shoulder.
"What do you want?"
"Well I was going to see if you wanted to go get some breakfast but I see you're engaged in other activities at the moment."
"Actually. I need to catch my flight at two forty, so I should probably get going."
I have to admit. My heart sank as the words left his mouth. Just as quickly as he had arrived he was leaving. I didn't like it. I wanted to spend more time with him.
"Okay. I'll be waiting downstairs for you Mase?" Logan asked finally making his way towards the door.
I nodded not really trusting my voice at the moment. "Okay. You be good Maseypoo."
And there it was. Never once could he just be nice and not embarrass me like an older brother. Harry let out an enticing laugh while I huffed. All too soon for my likening Harry's hands where removed along with his body from my bed.
"Come on Maseypoo. You gotta get up."
"Don't you start." I grumbled.
"Awh. I think it's cute."
"It's not cute, it's embarrassing."
Harry left to go hang out with Logan while I got ready. I wasn't sure where we're going but didn't care too much about what I looked liked. I was too upset with the fact that Harry was leaving in less than twenty minutes probably less then ten. I grabbed a pair of skinny jeans and one of Logan's plain black v-necks. Not carrying about any makeup as I forced my disaster of hair into a concealing bun.
"Hey that's my shirt."
"Yeah. Your point is?"
"My point is, you stole my shirt."
"Hardly." I scoffed.
"I want it back."
"Well I'm not giving it back at the moment."
"No, really."
"Don't be a twat."
"Oo! Someone's feisty. Is it because Harry's leaving?" He teased, but i really didn't find one ounce of humor in the joke.
"Shut up." I mumbled grabbing a water from the fridge.
"Well, I should get going. Don't want to be late." Harry smiled standing up as he patted his pockets making sure everything was there. I nodded before following behind him to the door.
"Thank you again for surprising me." I grinned looking up.
"You thank me way too much." He smiled back.
"It's well deserved at least."
"If you say so."
"I do."
There were a few minutes of silence, neither one of us knowing what to say.
"Good bye Harry."
"Bye Mase." He smiled widely revealing his dimples. His long arms wrapping around my torso while mine went around his neck. I inhaled his scent knowing I wouldn't be able to smell it for a while. The hug not lasting nearly as long as I'd like, he pulled away. "Wait. I have something for you."
"Huh?"
"C'mere."
I waited quietly as pulled open his trunk revealing a suitcase. I've never been more confused in my life. His shirt was abruptly being pulled over his head while I stared. I tried my hardest to look away but I couldn't. My eyes roamed over his toned chest, then his stomach. While I mentally traced the lines of his tattoos. God he was gorgeous. A small chuckled making me look up to realize I had been caught.
"I'm uh, sorry."
"Don't be." He smirked widely. "Here." I looked down to his hand which was now holding the shirt he had previously been wearing. I looked at him confused. "You don't think I notice that every time me you
hug me you smell me as well?"
I blushed excessively. I thought I was a bit more subtle about it than that. "You..you don't have to give me your shirt."
"I want to."
"You sure?"
"Positive."
I smiled as I gripped it between um hands.
"Plus, I'd much rather see you wearing my shirt than someone else's." He muttered while pulling another tee from his bag, slipping it over his head.
"Oh really?"
"Yes."
"Turn around."
"What?" He question looking more confused than ever.
"Just turn around for a second."
He reluctantly agreed turning to face the road. While I side stepped so the his body was unknowingly concealing mine from anyone seeing. I yanked Logan's shirt off replacing it with Harry's. The delicious emendation of Harry's cologne and just Harry himself swirled around me. And although Logan was taller than me he was nearly as tall as Harry. The shirt reached mid thigh making it look more like a dress than a shirt.
"Can I turn around?"
"One more second."
"What are you doing?" He questioned impatiently to which I didn't reply to.
As quickly as I could manage I tied up the shirt into a small knot in the front to the left of my stomach, revealing a sliver of my stomach.
"K."
"What were you even..." He stopped once his eyes settled on my torso, a massive smile appearing. "Wait! You changed out here? Some one could've see you." He rushed whipping his head side to side, checking for anyone.
"Oh calm down. I hid behind you."
"Oh. Okay." He replied his smile returning. "Well I have to say you look pretty damn good."
"Why thank you."
"No problem, but sadly. I really need to get going."
"Okay."
"I'll text and call you okay?"
I nodded smiling trying to disperse the lump in my throat.
"OOOOOO! We can Skype too!"
I laughed at his excitement. "Bye Harry."
"Bye Mase."
This time I pulled him into a hug. His hand moved from around my back to the side of my face. His finger tips tangling into my hair as his soft lips pressed to my forehead. "See you."
I nodded knowing the tears would pool over the second he was out of sight. I didn't get this. I didn't know him. I mean I did, but to be falling for him. Doesn't that all just sounds by ludicrous. I'm sure he's not feeling the same. Who knew when the next time I would see him again would be? Defiantly not me and I'm assuming it's not going to be anytime in the immediate future. He has your and I have so many YouTube events coming up. Vidcon is in a month and my meet up in two months.
I slumped onto the couch tossing Logan's shirt of the coffee table.
"Awh boo." He cooed. "You'll see him soon. Wait is this his shirt?"
I nodded my head against his shoulder.
"He gave you one of his shirts?"
I nodded again.
"Oo! He's totally smitten."
"What?"
"He likes you."
"No he doesn't."
"Yes he does!"
"Logan, he has millions of girls running after him that a way better looking that me. I doubt it. Plus we barely know each other."
"Barely know each other my ass! You two are constantly texting or talking on the phone. Plus he's taken you on a date and might I add he got a hold of me just so that he could come surprise you on his one day off for the rest of tour and if you don't know. There's still a month and a half left."
"Yeah but."
"No buts. You both know one another very well not to mention those One Direction books I found under your bed."
"What were you doing in my room?!"
"Looking for my shirts you stole!"
I laughed knowing he probably didn't have many left.
"He likes you and you like him."
"I do like him, I just don't think he reciprocates those feelings."
"Well honey, I'm almost one hundred percent positive he does. But I'm starving. Can we please go get something to eat?"
"Yeah, let's go."

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