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“Kendall said he’d be in studio B,” you mumbled under your breath as you pushed open the doors. “Kendall?”
“Back here, (y/n),” Kendall’s voice lofted through the air, distant. You followed the voice towards the back and saw him sitting on the ground. He lifted a hand and waved at you, a smile forming on his lips. “Hey (y/n).”“Hey,” you replied, walking over to him and stood as he reached for his water bottle in front of him. “What are you up to?”
“I’m working on a new song.” He pats the spot next to him and you walk over and sit down. He swallows the water as you watch his Adams apple go up and down. He places the bottle down before reaching for his guitar. “Wanna hear it?”
“You don’t have to ask twice,” you answered, placing your bag next to his on a chair. “I’m all ears, go ahead.”
He picks up his guitar and starts to strum. “Slow down little lady, we’re going way too fast. Let’s not try and rush this, come on we’ll make it last, slow down little lady, you’re gonna waste your time, you’re gonna waste your time.”
As Kendall plays, you reach over to his peice of paper with several notes and lyrics on them and you sang along with him. “There’s not much more that I can say, That will top the words in this song and I’m scared to think that maybe you are the one that I wanted all along.”
The two of you sang the song and when Kendall finished playing, you cuddled up in his arms, inhaling his scent. He leaned his head down and kissed you on the lips, gently. “You’re so incredibly talented,” you whispered against his lips.
“Wanna see my other talent?” He asked, winking.
“Come on Kendall, smile!” You giggled, positioning the camera toward his face. He turned to face it, making an adorably bright smile that made your heart melt.
“Is that good?” He asked, brushing a stray hair out of his eyes, his smile quickly disappearing. Something was not right with him today.
“Yes,” You answered him, turning off the camera and setting it down. “What’s wrong?” You looked into his emerald green eyes, watching as he avoided contact, looking away almost instantly.
“Nothing,” He mumbled, walking over to the bench to the right of you. You could tell by the way his eyes were darting around that he was hiding something from you. You’d known him since you were a young kid, and you could read all the signs.
“Don’t lie to me, Kendall,” You scolded, sitting next to him, and taking his hands in yours. “I know something’s wrong…” You watched him as he let out a sigh, pushing his hair out of his face, before looking into your eyes.
“My mother’s making us move away tomorrow,” He explained, shutting his eyes and taking a breath. “Apparently my dad got this big, last minute opportunity in New York, effective immediately. We’ve already started packing everything up. The trucks are coming later to pick everything up, and then tomorrow morning, we’re gone.” He continued to look at you, searching for any type of emotion. You sat, speechless, as a tear slid down your cheek.
“Please don’t cry,” He whispered, pulling you into a hug. With that, you let everything go, letting out gut-wrenching cries into his shoulder, shaking with the force of your sobs. “Please.” You could hear the desperation in his voice, and you looked up at him, your face soaked with tears. “Let’s just make this the best day we can.” He wiped the tears off your face before walking over to the camera, picking it up and turning it on. He pointed it in your direction, smiling.
“Kendall, stop,” You said, sighing.
“Now, you see, this girl,” He said, ignoring you. “She is the most beautiful girl I know. She’s sweet, kind, and flawless.” Setting the camera down so it was still on you, he slowly walked over to you. “And I will never, ever, forget about her, no matter how far away I may be.” He placed a quick, light kiss on your lips, before pulling back and staring into your eyes again. “This girl,” He continued, brushing your hair out of your face and staring straight into your eyes. “Is my life.”
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You watched, amused as Kendall walked past the doors with his arms full. He gave his wet hair a flip making you scoff and roll your eyes. The thing with Kendall was that he knew he made the girls go crazy and he took advantage of that. You folded your arms across your chest as he made his way towards you, soaking wet. He dropped the things from his arms and stared at you.
“What are you looking at?”
“Nothing,” you shot, looking away.
“Hey, what’s the matter, babe?” He reached out and tilted your head back to face him. He brought you in closer, kissing you on your lips softly as his hands glided down your back, tugging strands of your hair on the way and rested on your butt, giving it a small squeeze. “Want me to make it better?” He whispers, his lips still brushing yours. His green eyes shone and you felt your own eyes flicker.
He doesn’t wait for your answer, pulling you towards the elevator. “But your things - “
He shuts you up but pushing you into the elevator and against the wall. “You’re talking too much, (y/n),” he whispered, kissing you softly on the neck. You let out a moan of pleasure and he wraps his arms around you, bringing you closer. You tugged on his hair, enjoying his warmth and love around you. He moaned against your lips, his erection throbbing hard against your core.
The elevator door dinged, a lady stepping onto the elevator, making the two of you untangle from each other. You tried your best to act casual but failed miserably because you were grinning from ear to ear. You bit down on your lip, hoping your smile wouldn’t widen. Kendall didn’t seem to be able to hold it in either for he held onto you tightly, kissing your temple then your lips, then your neck.
“Ugh, get a room,” the lady muttered before stepping out.
“A room sounds good to me,” Kendall said, winking at you as he tugged you towards his hotel room.
“I’m hungry,” you muttered, rubbing your stomach. “Really hungry.”
“Okay, let’s go grab something to eat.” He searches the table for his car keys. “Anything you craving in particular?”
“I want to eat a footlong,” you replied, licking your lips. “The soft bun, creamy sauce, crunchy lettuce.” You closed your eyes and imagined it, sighing again.
“The nearest Subway is like three hours away,” Kendall pointed out, grabbing his keys from the table and raised his eyebrows at you.
“So?” You shrugged. “We can drive.”
“Lazy.” Kendall pitched, thinking for a moment. “Can’t we eat something else? Like a restaurant maybe? Or a hamburger if you’d like. That’s almost the same to a footlong.”
“Actually, a footlong is well, longer hence the name footlong,” you pointed out. “It’s not the same thing.”
He gives you a frustrated sigh. “You want a footlong? Well fine,” he said, throwing his hands to the side. He walked to the kitchen with you not too far behind.
“Really? Are you serious?” You asked, smiling.
“Damn serious,” he replied, nodding. “How does a German footlong sound?”
“Sounds great,” you answered as you sat down on the kitchen stool. “I didn’t know you could cook.”
“I can’t cook to save my life.”
You wrinkled your nose. “Then, how come - ” You turn around to face him and see him half naked, his pants on the floor. “You ordered a footlong? You got one.”
You glanced at your phone as it pinged at a red light, a new tweet reading across the screen. You read it, growing more and more pissed at the blonde. You drove your car over to his house, knowing he’d enjoy the attention.
You stormed through his front door, calling out his name. “Upstairs,” Kendall’s voice called and you raced up the stairs, taking them by two.
“You cocky little fuck,” you exclaimed, pushing through his bedroom door.
His head swiveled around and gave you a smirk. “Look what the cat dragged in. Hello to you too, (y/n).”
You ignored him and shoved your phone in his face. “Apparently my hips don’t lie … if only you knew?” You read out loud, raising an eyebrow at him.
“Oh,” he said, chuckling as he gave his head a slight shake. “That’s what this is about. I just woke up, (y/n), cut me some slack.”
“I could care less,” you shot. “Don’t go around tweeting things that make you sound cocky as fuck.” It was then did you realize that he was still in his PJs, a pair of sweats hang low on his hips. His hair was still a little messy and untamed as he walked over to you.
“Relax, (y/n). It was just some friendly teasing,” he whispered as he played with your hair, his fingers running through your locks. You snort, trying to look away from his green eyes but he cups your cheek and turns your head back. “Let me make it up to you.”
“How…” You said warily, knowing Kendall and his schemes.
“How about I give you a … little sneak peak of what I’m talking about?” He asks, his eyes staring into yours as he toyed with the metal clasp on your belt.
“Fuck off, Kendall.”
“I’m serious.” You stopped and stared at him, a gleam of lust growing in the emeralds. He pulls you close to him, nuzzling his nose against your neck. “Just for a little while, (y/n). Just for a little while,” he murmurs, kissing your skin softly. His hands run along your hips, tracing your back bone as his kisses trailed to your lips.
“You’re a tease,” you stated as he tugged on your shorts, the fabric falling down.
He chuckled. “Shh, no more talking.” His hands went up your shirt, tracing the lace to your bra before unclasping the back. Within seconds, you were both on the sheets, naked with clothes all over the floor.
“Do you have any idea what your fans are thinking at the moment?” You asked, as he positioned himself above you. “You make girls go mad when you talk like that, Kendall.”
He scoffed. “My hips don’t lie, remember?”
“Omigosh, we’re almost at the signing table,” your friend exclaimed excitedly under her breath.
You went on your tippy toes and saw James talking to me fan. You sighed, turning around and faced your friend. “James is so fucking perfect.”
Your friend laughed, taking a step forward. “You love it.”
You sighed again, stepping backwards, not turning around. “Sadly, you’re right. Jeez, the things I would do to him if I got him alone or in bed. Running my hands through his hair, rough sweaty s - “
“Uh, (y/n) - “
“No, listen. He’s just so flawless and if I got a chance to show him…Man! His body all over mine…” You sighed dreamly when suddenly someone behind you cleared their throat.
You turned around and slammed into the signing booth, face to face with the one and only James. Your eyes widen and you heard your friend behind you snort. “I’m gonna go talk to Logan,” she whispered before walking away from you. Don’t leave, your mind screamed but she left anyways.
“Um, did you happen to hear anything I said … just before?” You asked, nervously. “Cause I didn’t mean - well, I mean I did but I didn’t want for you to intentionally hear what I … ” You sighed as James smirked.
He didn’t say anything at first, signing the CD in front of him before looking up at you. “What’s your name?” He asked, nodding at you, the smirk not leaving his face.
You gulped. “(y/n).”
He paused, his eyes staring into yours. He leaned forward and kissed your cheek lightly. “The signing ends an hour later. Wait for me in the back, I’d like a chance to make your dreams come true.” He paused. “…(y/n).”
You managed to nod and took the CD, moving onto Logan. You glanced at the CD and realize James had left his phone number as well. Damn, and you thought you’d be reading fanfiction tonight.
Guess again.
“So, plans or tomorrow?” You asked, following James in his apartment as he threw his keys onto his table.
“I’m thinking maybe the beach? Beautiful weather,” James replied, winking at you. “Oh, and careful for the hair spray,” James warned as you sat on his couch.
“Wait, this hair product?” You asked, pointing to the bottle of hair gel on the table. You knew how James loved his hair product. You raised your hands and left it just a inch away from the bottle and smirked at James. “How important is it to you?”
“Don’t test me, (y/n),” he said, his brown eyes staring into yours as he lifted his finger and pointed at you. “Don’t do it.”
You raised your eyebrow and bit your lip. With one small motion, you tipped over the can. “Oops,” you said, faking innocence.
Jame glanced out the large window before closing the blinds and looke at you. James tackled you onto the couch, holding you down. “No one messes with my hair product.” He leaned down and whispered into your ear. “Not even you.”
You breathed hard to catch your breath. “Bring it on, Maslow. I’m not scared.”
“Is that so?” He said, raising an eyebrow. He tugged off his shirt and grabbed your hand, resting it on his well built abs. You knew you were shaking when he smirked, seeing your weak spots. He worked on your belt, tossing your shorts aside quickly and worked on your shirt. “Scared yet?” He asked before kissing your neck, sure to leave a mark.
His hands moved up underneath your shirt, finding the clasp to your bra. James worked fast. Your shirt was on the floor next to your shorts. One problem : James was wearing more clothes than you were. Within the electricity felt before you two, you pulled off his jeans, his soft thighs touching yours. His large erection showed in his blue boxers and you glanced up with a smile.
“Don’t say it,” he repeated gruffly, tugging his boxers off quickly as his cheeks flushed red. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this.”
“You and me both,” you said, breathless. He positioned himself above you, his eyes gleaming dark of lust.
“Remember how you always wanted to go star gazing?” He whispered as you managed a nod. “Today’s your lucky day then.”
And that was the last thing that you said to each other, filling the room with soft moans and quiet groans of each other names.
“(y/n), the airing of the Top 10 is going to start soon. Can you go to the Studio B?” My stage manager told you, glancing at you as she held onto her mic.
“Yeah, of course.” You nodded, grabbing your clipboard before rushing over to Studio B as told. You heard some band was going to be hosting it today but that didn’t make you a bit frazzled. You were an intern at MTV so you had to get used to seeing celebrities once in a while. “I’m here,” you called as you pushed open the door to the studio.
“Oh, great, (y/n), you’re here. Can you watch the show play out and make sure everything is good? I need to go do something, thanks,” the director called before running out the door.
You sighed, walking over to the sound board when you hear a familliar voice. You lifted your head and saw Logan, from Big Time Rush. You didn’t know he’d be here today.
You couldn’t keep your eyes off of him.
As if he felt your eyes on him, he looked up and at your direction. His brown eyes gleamed and you swear, it was like the world was moving in slow motion. You bit your lip nervously when suddenly, his band mate slapped his hand, making him jump.
“Yo, Logan, what’s with you?” Carlos asked, cocking his head to the side.
“I was wondering how to ask that cute girl out,” he replied, nodding towards me. I glanced around me to see if he was talking to someone else which made him laugh. “Im talking to you.”
“Oh,” you muttered, looking down at your shoes, feeling your cheeks flush.
“So, how about it?” Logan called, giving you a cheesy grin.
“If that’s your idea of asking out a girl, you’re going to half to try harder,” you teased, making the 3/4 of BTR ouh and ah.
“Playing hard to get, huh?” Logan shouted.
“Guess so.”
Logan stood up. “Do you know how many girls would die to date me?”
“Go date them then,” you said, shrugging. More ouh and laughs. You didn’t know what you were doing but it felt like your mouth was moving on it’s own.
Before you knew it, Logan walked over to you with a smirk on his face, showng his famous side dimple. “Listen, I don’t know your name but I think we got off on the wrong foot. Can I take you out sometime to make it up to you?” He asked, cupping your cheek.
Your stomach fluttered. “How lucky are you feeling?”
“Very.” He winked and bent down to kiss you, his tounge dancing along with yours. His soft lips tasted of chocolate and cherries. When he pulled apart, his eyes actually looked … happy. “Give me a chance.”
“Only if you give me another kiss,” you murmured against his lips.
So he did.
