Logan Paul Imagines

get out

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"Logan, baby, are you here?" I opened the apartment door, biting my lip nervously.

"In here!" Logan called from the kitchen. I could hear him vlogging. I took a deep breath before I went over to him.

"Can we talk for a second? Like without the camera?" I asked, nervously staring at his camera.

"Babe, you can talk to the Logangster's!" Logan said, dabbing at the camera.

I rolled my eyes. "Logan, seriously."

He chuckled as he turned his camera off, giving me his full attention.

"So. Um, this is kind of important," I said, picking at my nails.

"What's up?" Logan leaned back in his seat, grabbing a banana from the table.

"Please don't be mad at me, Logan," I mumbled. "Please."

"Y/N, just tell me," Logan sighed, clearly annoyed.

"I'm pregnant."

Logan dropped the banana, his eyes wide.

"Are you kidding me?" Logan yelled, standing up. "Y/N, are you for real?"

"I'm sorry." I stared at the floor, tears spilling down my cheeks.

"Look at me!" Logan screamed, obviously upset. I looked up at him, whimpering. "How could you do this!"

"Logan." I couldn't be strong, I tried holding in my tears and defending myself, but my brain wouldn't cooperate.

"Get out!"

"What?" I asked, panic rising in me.

"I said get out, Y/N!" Logan screamed, throwing his chair on the ground.

I slowly nodded before rushing out of his apartment, knowing I would never turn back.

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