[ hi at the time i'm starting this i am drunk but i'm in a ridiculously good mood wow // song is by shark bait , and it sums up how i'm feeling about my one friend rn

warnings: language and some hellish jealousy bc logan sent me prompts and yeah

stay safe,
lew. ]

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"Do you have to go there with him?" Harry asked, frowning as he watched Logan pack some clothing into a duffel bag.

Logan seemed a bit confused as he looked up. "Baby, which 'him' are you talking about? It's for the band."

"Lewis. I just get a weird feeling from him, like he's going to seduce you or something."

Logan snorted at that. "Lewis doesn't know how to do something like that. You don't have to worry, babe."

[ okay i'm leaving this here bc this was drunk lew trying to do something and it just feels off somehow?? ]

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[ so uh let's try that again okie dokie?? ]

Logan's band was starting to gain recognition, even if they were only playing weekend shows for now. It was exhilarating, all this effort and hopes and dreams finally on the verge of becoming reality.

So, there he stood, in his bedroom, packing his 'stage clothes' as well as what other things he'd be needing for a weekend away from home. Harry, his boyfriend, sat on his bed and just kept him company.

"What time are you leaving?" He asked, fidgeting with the locket around his neck.

"Uh, Lewis is supposed to text me when him and his mom get the van. It'll be sometime tonight, though." Logan zipped up the bag, then went over and practically squished Harry because Logan's a giant motherfucker and i don't know where i was going with this sentence.

Harry laughed and shoved him off. But soon enough, he got serious again, laying his head on Logan's shoulder. "I wish I could go with you."

"It's just for a couple days, baby," he reassured, kissing the younger boy's head. "You don't want to go on a long drive with those idiots anyway. Jon gets carsick sometimes because Brent can't fucking drive, and Lewis either sleeps or sings at the top of his lungs."

"What are the sleeping arrangements like?" He asked, curiosity and a hint of something else in his voice.

"Lewis suggested just sleeping in the van to save money, but we talked him into getting a hotel room. It's hard to tell where we'll all pass out, though." Logan sighed and gently pushed Harry down onto the bed again. "Do you really want to talk about this, or do you want to take advantage of being alone right now?"

"The second option sounds better," Harry replied quickly, pulling him closer.

(Y'know... typical teenage relationship stuff apparently.)

Just as hands started towards the waistbands of jeans, Logan's phone began to buzz on his desk. And that was the end of that. Harry whined a bit as Logan got up and checked his phone.

"Lewis and the rest of the guys are gonna be here in a few minutes," he reported, fixing his hair so, although it still looked messy, it didn't look quite so bad. "You gonna come down and see us off?"

He faked a smile and pulled his shirt back on. "Of course. Just give me a minute."

Logan just smiled back as he grabbed his bag and left the room.

Logically, Harry knew that he shouldn't be jealous. Lewis had been Logan's friend for months now, since before the start of their relationship, and he'd never made a move or done anything that would've indicated he was interested in Logan. But Harry had seen the way the guitarist looked at his boyfriend sometimes, and he sure as hell didn't like it.

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[ okay yeah an attempt was made and i don't like this it's rlly short ]