I woke up with a massive headache again. I groped around the bedside table to get some tablets. Nothing. Weird.
Then I realized it wasn't my room. It was Dean's guest room, filled with sealed boxes and garbage.
When I went outside, some of my friends were asleep on the couch and on the floor. Dean was on top of the pool table, snoring.
It was midday already so I left a message to Dean saying that I left.
I was staying at a hotel in New York. I called out a cab to get there.
When I arrived at the hotel, I was greeted by its personal owner. I was overwhelmed. Then he told me that a young woman had been looking for me last night. And he mentioned it was Emma Watson.
I was hit by both happiness and confusion. I was happy she came to find me. But how did she know where I stayed?
''Thanks, Eric,'' I told the owner, smiling.
''Our pleasure, Mr. Lerman,'' he replied.
I quickly went to my room, took a bath and changed into some fresh clothes.
She came to see me. Just to see me. But why? Was it because she was sorry she slapped me? I should definitely call her.
After taking a cold bath, I was about to call her when the phone went on.
''Good mornin' sir. Miss Watson is here in the lobby to meet you. Should I send her up?''
I was speechless. It was like all my voice was drowned by my emotions at the moment.
As I said that word, I quickly cleaned the mess I just made from the moment I stepped in this morning.
I heard a knock from the door. I was nervous.
When I opened the door, I saw her there in her dress and coat, looking worried.
''Hi,'' she greeted. She smiled sheepishly.
''Hi,'' I managed to reply. ''Come in, come in.'' I gestured her to enter.
As she stepped in, I closed the door and led her to the living room.
''What a beautiful place,'' she said, looking around.
''Yeah. Dean suggested this hotel.''
There was awkward silence.
''Logan, . . . ,'' she paused. ''I wasn't able to sleep properly last night because of what I did. I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have done that. I acted a bit immature.'' Her British accent made it more appealing.
''Emma, you don't have to. I should be the one saying sorry. And what happened last night, I deserved that. I shouldn't have scared you like that. . . . And kissed you.''
She walked towards me. Then hugged me. I hugged her back.
''I've missed you,'' she whispered.
''I've missed you more,'' I said.
She looked at me and smiled. Then I leaned forward. I could feel the warmth of her breath against my face. I pressed my lips against hers. I could feel her resisting so I retreated. But as I did so, she snaked her arms around me and kissed me back.
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I Love You (Logan Lerman and Emma Watson fanfic)Fanfiction
Perks movie was created. I auditioned for a Charlie role. Stephen gave it to me. I met her. She was part of the cast too. We talked. And talked. And she was great. Then I fell in love.