Thanks to JoannaBTR, Bigtimebitch, EvilGeniusBookWorm13, Bowman0306, Sum1cooler, RandallKeithOrton4life, UnrequitedxLovex and child who is cool for the alert and reviews! Well, this is the last chapter and I am glad that this story is finally over, this is the longest fanfic I have so far with 'Cherry Bomb' beginning to come up close behind it. And I decided to split this chapter in half, first half is in James' POV and after the page break, it's in Kendall's POV. So that way, the story began with James and ended on Kendall like I wanted. Well, I hope you all enjoy the last chapter!
Disclaimer: I don't own BTR
'Long as I know I have love I can make it'
"The mansion estate on 3532 East St. shall go to Mr. Logan Mitchell and it shall be in his decision whether to sell or keep," the man at the desk read and I bit my lip. I could feel Logan's mother staring at me with angry and furious eyes, not really knowing why I was here at the will reading or angry that I am still showing up in her life period. Logan was sitting beside me on the left, nodding and keeping his head down for most of the reading, most likely thinking about the inheritance he thought he wouldn't be receiving. And on the right of me was a business man that John used to work with, hands folded over his lap and leaning back in his chair. There were maybe four more people in the room, one of them Logan's grandfather and the others I wasn't sure who, sitting around the room and listening quietly as the man at the desk continued to read.
"The business, Saratone Corps., and all of its copyrights shall be passed down to Mr. Logan Mitchell. If he should not want to take over the business, then it shall be passed over to my long business partner Mr. Richard Berk. The beach home estate on 478 Rosehill Ct. in Santa Monica, California shall go to Mr. James Diamond and his father for ownership," the man read and I gulped as Logan's mother's eyes widened. That was the first time that my name had been mentioned in the will and she was more than livid, red lips turning as the man continued to read that I would also be receiving an inheritance of 800,000 dollars to go towards schooling for me and money for us to live on until Dad gets a steady job.
"125,000 dollars plus 100,000 dollars for a honeymoon will be for Mr. Logan Mitchell's wedding with the person that he loves," the man read and Logan's mother gave a little sigh of relief while Logan looked up, eyes widening.
"Wait, money for the wedding is in the will?" Logan asked and the man nodded.
"And you for sure will be receiving it in a couple of weeks from now," he replied and Logan smiled brightly, cheeks flushing red.
"Good, now we can have a nice wedding for you and Cam-" Logan's mother started but Logan turned to her.
"I'm sorry, mother. But I'm not going to marry Camille. I'm going to marry someone else," Logan said softly and the woman blinked, looking at her son as if he grew three heads.
"Who are you going to be marrying? Camille is a very sweet and well recognized-"
"I'm not in love with her. I'm in love with the most sweetest and kind boy that I know you'll love if you just get to know him," Logan said gently, taking onto his mother's hand but the woman jumped up from her seat.
"A boy! No, no, no! Logan, you are marrying Camille and that's final!"
"He doesn't love her!" I shouted and she turned to me, glaring darkly.
"You, this is all of your fault. My husband is dead, my son is confused and our family was perfectly happy until you decided to come along and ruin our lives!" Logan's mother accused and turned back to Logan, "You are not wasting that money on some wedding between you and a little boy, I am your guardian!"
"Mother, please. Father knew about this and he just wants me to be happy, why can't you?" Logan asked and the woman bit her lip as Logan stood, "Carlos is a very sweet boy and he loves me just as much as I love him. I was honestly going to elope with him if the case should be that we didn't have that much money, I knew I had some money saved up in my own bank account that should be able to pay for it. But I didn't want to do that either, I wanted you to be there. I wanted you and Father to be there to see me at the altar and starting a new life with someone that I really love. But now. . .Father isn't here anymore and the least you could do for me is just be supportive of my decisions like a loving mother should. It's not like I'm running off with a murderer, just give him a chance. Please?" Logan said softly and his mother didn't say a word. I couldn't believe it, Logan actually got her to be quiet. She looked around the room and back at her son, confusion in her eyes as to what was going on. She didn't look angry, she didn't look furious that her son was turning on her, she just looked confused.
"Mrs. Mitchell?" I said and she looked over at me, ". . .Look, I know that you and me aren't on the best terms, but they really do love each other. And Carlos is really nice," I muttered and she glanced between Logan and me, her face growing soft and she sighed, raising a hand to rub her forehead.
". . .But you and a boy. . .I wanted grandchildren. . ."
"W-We'll adopt when we're ready, Carlos wants lots of kids. Please, mother," Logan said quickly, hearing his mother's tone growing softer and she sighed once more.
". . .Do you really love this boy?"
"With all my heart. And you'll love him too, he really wants to meet you in person," Logan said and she looked at her son, raising her hands to settle on his shoulders and hold him tight.
"Logan. . .you know, when I held you in my arms when you were born and I looked at your little smile, I thought you were going to be one of the most successful men ever with a happy family of your own. And ever since, I have been trying to push you towards that path with lessons and schooling and Camille. . .maybe more forcefully than you were ready. . .and you have grown into such a handsome young man that could make his own decisions and I miss holding you in my arms and seeing that smiling little face. . .you're not my little baby anymore. . .maybe it's time for me to let you walk on your own if you really think you're ready," she said softly and Logan nodded, taking in a deep breath and smiling.
"Thank you, mother," Logan said softly, leaning over to kiss her cheek and she smiled, wrapping arms around her son and holding him and I bit my lip. She turned to look over at me, frown on her face, "I'll see about this 'Carlos'. I'm wary since you know him, but anyone that loves my Logan and Logan loves even more must not be that bad."
I nodded and the two sat back down in the chair, Logan's mother softly patting Logan's leg as the reading continued.
And for once, it was actually quiet and calm in the presence of Mrs. Mitchell.
I wrapped arms around James, holding him tight and laying a kiss on his head. James and his father have been staying at our house until the move to California, and I was determined to spend every waking moment with the brunette until that day comes. James snuggled in my touch, sighing and letting me run fingers through the short crop of hair. It was slowly beginning to grow out to the length it used to be, almost every reminder of the horrible three weeks James was tortured disappearing. His hair was growing, the scars were fading, his arm was healing just as well as my leg was. The only thing that was a problem was that tattoo on his hip, we just had to hope we can get it removed.
"Kendall?" James mumbled and I hummed in response, looking down at him and kissing his forehead again. "Do you love me?"
I scoffed, holding the boy tighter. "Of course I do. I love you so much James, and I would do anything for you. I promise as soon as graduation is over, I'm taking the first flight out of here and going to see you every day," I said, kissing his nose and he smiled lightly.
"Do you love me enough that you'll want to be with me for the rest of our lives?" James asked and I raised an eyebrow.
"Of course I do. Til death do us part and I want to be by your side forever and ever, through good times and bad," I then frowned, "I'm going to protect you, James. I'm going to make sure that you never experience something like. . .'that' ever again. I'm going to make sure that you never cry again, I'm going to keep you safe."
"Do you love me enough to marry me?" James asked, looking up at me with innocent hazel eyes and my own widened. Was. . .was James asking me to marry him? He shifted in the bed, moving so that he was facing me and he dug in his pocket and pulled out a Ring Pop. I laughed, him taking my hand and slipping the candy on my finger. "Hey, it's the thought that counts."
"When I first met you, I thought that you were one of the most dorkiest and nosiest boy I ever met. Then as time went by, I found out that you were the most geekiest and very anger-management worthy guy I've ever known."
". . .Is this supposed to make me think this is romantic?"
"I'm getting to it. Kendall, I'm in love with you. I'm in love with you and I am so happy that you shown me what love really is. Love isn't shedding your clothes or how good the sex is or how beautiful the person is, it's about how the person feels about you and how they love every little thing about you whether good or bad and they wouldn't want to change a thing," James said, raising his hand to graze my cheek. "I love your eyes that always have that little twinkle of love, I love that little smile you give me, I love how you get nervous whenever I grab your ass in public-"
"You do way more than that," I grumbled, thinking back on the time James just up and tackled me, me piggybacking the boy all around the mall and him placing various hickeys on my neck. James playfully stuck his tongue out at me, taking my hand with the cherry Ring Pop.
"All I'm saying is, I love you Kendall Knight. And since Carlos and Logan are going to have some fancy big wedding, how about we have a nice garden one?"
"So you are asking me to marry you."
"No Kendall, I'm asking you to suck me off," James said dryly and I rolled my eyes, "Of course I'm asking you to marry me. Soon as that diploma is in our hands, we fly out to California and get married in a gazebo. It can be small with a couple of family members and we could use some of the money John given me to pay for it. Then afterwords," he kissed my hand and smiled, "I can happily call you Mr. Kendall Diamond and we can live our happily ever after on the beach."
"Sounds breathtaking," I said with a smile and he looked at me, eyebrows raised in expectancy and I smiled brighter. "Yes, James, I will marry you."
James smiled, eagerly kissing me on the lips and I smiled, feeling his lips press and tongue dart out for my lips to slip open and I obliged, lips parting and feeling his tongue swirl gently in my mouth. He pulled away and kissed my cheek, the smile that he was wearing turning slightly seductive.
"Great, now I can give you our engagement present," he said huskily and I raised an eyebrow. He already has a present for me? He got off the bed, swaying his hips slightly and fingers moving to lift the shirt over his head, stomach rolling and muscles rippling as the fabric slipped off and he dropped the shirt to the floor. I sat up in the bed, eyes widening and lips beginning to dry as he continued to rock his hips to the music playing in his head, fingers unbuttoning the blue jeans and slowly tugging them down with a flash of silver coming into vision. My eyes widened as he kicked the jeans off of his ankles, mouth hanging as I saw just what James was wearing.
A pair of tight silver shorts.
"J-James," I gasped out, feeling my pants tighten and he smiled innocently, thumb wrapping around the edge of the shorts.
"I realized that I never got a chance to finish my performance that night you shown up at the Parlor," James said, walking over and easing his way into my lap, grinding slowly and hard and my eyes fluttered.
"J-James, ngh~" I moaned, feeling him beginning to bounce and cover my neck with kisses. "W-Wait, James, no."
James pulled away, looking at me confused and slightly hurt, "What's wrong? Don't you like it?"
"No, I-I love it. Just. . .maybe we can save this for our honeymoon night," I said softly and James frowned before tilting his head from left to right and taking in a sigh.
". . .If you say so," James said sadly and I kissed his chest, holding him and letting my hands drift over his soft skin.
"Believe me, it will mean so much more. . .besides, I think right now, all I want to do is just go to sleep and know that you're in my arms," I said softly. When James was gone, I wasn't able to sleep in the slightest. Even when he was rescued and was living here with us, I would always walk down the hallway to the guest bedroom to just check on him to see if he was still there, sometimes more than once. James nodded, letting me pull him into the bed and cover both of us with the blanket. I stuck my head into the crook of his neck, nuzzling and feeling James relax in my arms. "I love you, James. So, so much."
"I love you too, Kendall," he said softly and I kissed his cheek.
"I could say it every day."
I smiled, closing my eyes and letting sleep take its course and feeling James' shoulders rise and fall with slow breaths of his own. It felt wonderful, to have someone that wanted you and you wanted even more. To have someone that loved you and you would die for. To have someone that turned around in your arms to wrap arms around yourself and feel their heartbeat thudding against their chest.
To know that their heart was beating for you.
I couldn't ask for anymore.
Okay, some people caught on and some people might not have, but I'm going to credit the songs that were chapters right now. Feel free to skip: Chapter 1, The Like. Chapter 2, Queen. Chapters 3 & 15, Two Door Cinema Club. Chapter 4, Joan Jett (or if you really want to go far back, Gary Glitter :p). Chapter 5, Katy Perry. Chapter 6, Hairspray. Chapter 7, Tenth Avenue North. Chapter 8, The B-52s. Chapter 9, Plumtree. Chapter 10, Disney. Chapter 11, Ben's Brother. Chapter 12, Foreigner. Chapters 13, 17 and 19, Paramore. Chapter 14, Madonna. Chapter 16, Christina Perri. Chapter 18, Paul McCartney and Wings. Chapter 20, Sade. Chapters 21 & 22, The Beatles. Chapter 23, Stevie Wonder. Whew!
Well like I said, I'm glad that this story has finally came to an end, not that I didn't like this story, just thinking that the writing was beginning to suffer the wavering effect and I was a little worried that the story might not have finished as strong as I could but at the same time, not really knowing how I could finish this story strong. Especially since this story was a roller coasters of emotions and drama and darkness with only little bits of light in it. Hopefully this ending was good enough, I'll probably write a little spin-off that details Carlos and Logan's wedding or something if it didn't for a sorry :(. And stories to come after this: 'Cherry Bomb' is now the only running M Kames fic that is going so far and the way its going, that story might be the next to be finished. 'The Bird, the Bee and the Morning Glory' is now going to take 'Born This Way's spot in the updating line-up and that won't change to M after a couple of chapters. And 'Painting Graffiti on Apples' (which is a Cargan and I haven't really pasted the storyline together just yet so don't ask when that's coming around) is going to have elements like 'Born This Way' so it could kind of be considered it's baby, though a totally new storyline. Well, thanks for reading this story you guys and for all of the reviews! Until next time :)