Disclaimer: I don't own BTR or any of its characters.

A/N: I'm back! 'crickets chirping' 'tumbleweed rolling past' you guys are so mean, not even a round of applause. I feel so unwanted.

I know that I said that 'His Mine' was my last story, but unfortunately for you guys James and Logan wouldn't leave me alone as well as a few other people. You know who you are. Stop grinning!

So here's another story. Will I continue writing you ask; to answer truthfully I'm not sure. I do hope that you enjoy this fic though, it's multi chaptered. This is my first fic that isn't personal point of views so please let me know what you think.

"I want a story" demanded a 4 year old boy, with he's arms crossed over he's chest.

"No way" complained his 7 year old sister, crossing her arms as well in challenge. They stared at each other, her sky blue eyes challenging his chocolate brown eyes "I am too old for stories"

"How about, I tell a special story, a grown up story"

They both turned their heads to look at the man sitting on a chair in between their two beds. He shared the boy's dark brown hair and chocolate brown eyes, except his hair was tainted with gray.

The room was two toned, cool blue from the ceiling down and hot pink form the floor up, a single thin black line separating the two colours.

"Yay!" He exclaimed "I get to hear a grown up story!" he smiled. The man smiled as well, the exact replica of the boy's.

"Stop that" the girl complained "It's creepy. You guys look like evil twins" She narrowed her eyes at the man, as if she could read his mind "Fine"

"Great" the man said "Let's see" he said relaxing into the chair and staring throw the partly open window at the head of the beds "Where do I start?" He closed his eyes, a soft wind blowing across his face "Once upon a time..."

"Will it be the usual?" He smiled.

"Yes please, Logan" Replied Ms. Jacobs, one of the oldest customers of the coffee shop "So tell me, young man, have you met anyone interesting lately?" She asked wriggling her eyebrows. Ms. Jacobs was a sweet, old lady with raven black hair that was quickly turning gray. She had kind blue eyes and an infectious smile that always made Logan happy. He always assumed these were the traits that his mother had.

"Ms. Jacobs" He moaned, blushing slightly.

She raised her hand in understanding. "I get it" She said sighing dramatically "You won't even grant an old, fragile lady like myself, a conversation with a handsome man like yourself" She wobbled slowly, to add effect, and took a seat at the closest table. She would have been believable too, if Logan didn't know that she walks three blocks every morning for coffee, which is quite impressive for a lady of her age. She was a well known actress back in her time. People still recognize her on the street.

He sighed. "Will a free choc chip cookie help?" He asked, knowing her weakness.

"All's forgiven" She said smiling, which he returned.

He turned around and started preparing her order when he heard the little bell on top of the door jingle and not long after footsteps coming towards him.

"I will be with you in a minute sir" He said without turning around. Not even two seconds later the impatient drumming of the customer's fingers filled the silent shop, followed by the tapping of his foot.

Finally complete with Ms. Jacobs's order, Logan walked, slowly, towards her table and delivered it, which he doesn't do often, before walking, even slower, back to the waiting customer.

For the first time Logan actually looked at the new customer and his breath hitched for a second. The customer smiled as if knowing what affect he had on Logan. The customer had sparkling hazel coloured eyes and chestnut brown hair. His eyelashes were long and elegant, followed by perfectly shaped lips. He was wearing a black jacket over a purple shirt that fit to his body perfectly, with dark grey pants. He looked like a heartbreaker that knew he could get anything he wanted. For some reason Logan instantly disliked him.

"What can I get you sir?" He asked, politely, with a fake smile just in case. The customer was halfway through his order, when Logan interrupted "Sorry. Ms. Jacobs your cookie" He said as he threw it to her. She caught it effortlessly "I'm sorry about that sir. Can you please repeat that?"

The customer's mouth was a thin line. "Can I speak to the manager please?" He spoke through clenched teeth, obviously trying to suppress his anger. Knowing customers like this could get violent and knowing that he might say something he regretted, he called the manager who gawked at the customer before regaining his posture.

"What seems to be the problem?" The manger asked politely.

"Your employee here" He motioned to Logan "Was taking his own time to serve me and was also quite rude" Logan opened his mouth to protest with some curse words, but the manager shot him a look that said 'don't'. "I am so sorry for his behaviour and I will take care of it immediately. The coffee is on the house"

"Thank you" Said the customer, satisfied.

Once the manger made his coffee, not trusting Logan to do it, the customer was out the door, two coffees in hand, when the manager turned to Logan.

"Do you know who that was? That was James Diamond" At the blank look on Logan's face he sighed "His family is very rich and well known, not to mention his upcoming wedding is one of the most talked about weddings of the year" He sighed again, wiping a hand over his face "I know you are trying your best and that your circumstances aren't so well, but between the chronic late coming, your tiredness and now a complaint. I'm sorry, but I have to let you go"

Logan nodded his understanding and once he handed in his keys he left the store, the bell ringing. He moved to the left window where a huge sign hung on the inside, blocking the view. His eyes closed as he slid down the window, before putting his head in his hands. A few minutes later the bell rang. Ms. Jacobs put her hand on Logan's shoulder and squeezed.

"Better?" She asked.

"Yeah" He said looking up before smiling.

"You realize it wasn't your fault right? It was that dashingly handsome young man's"

"No" He said "No, it was mine. I could have handled it better"

"Really now?" She said looking almost surprised before smiling.

"Yeah, yeah, there was just something about him that I didn't like. It's like he instantly got under my skin"

"Let's go get a milkshake" She said with a knowing smile.

"You know I love milkshakes, but" He said as he looked at his watch "I need to get to my other job" He sighed "Rain check?"

"You owe an old lady a milkshake Logan Mitchell" She shouted into the street, before placing a kiss on his cheek and walked away.

"Hey, honey" James said as he placed two cups of coffee on the table top, before leaning in for a kiss. She, of course, rejected it and moved out of reach "Aww, come on, don't be mad" He pouted "There was unforeseen circumstances" She raised an eyebrow "The coffee guy was really, really slow" She rolled her eyes.

"You, James Diamond, are an idiot, an idiot that I love, but an idiot nun the less" She said taking a sip of her coffee "An idiot with great taste in coffee"

"Why, thank you, your highness" He said bowing low.

"I like that" She smiled, her blue eyes shining "You can call me your highness from now onwards"

"Come on Lily, you can't be serious"

"Do not vex me peasant. You will address me as your highness or your queen or your most benevolently beautiful, or you will hold your tongue" She said in a powerful voice.

"I am sorry, Lily" He placed emphasis on her name before bowing.

"Would you like to go to the stocks, peasant?" She threatened.

"Have you ever made love with a peasant, my benevolently beautiful queen?" He smiled, which caused her to blush.

James lifted her off the chair where she was sitting on at the table, not without her giggling protests about how much work they have to do. He carried her bridal style to the couch, which was not that far, and deposited her gently.

"Have what you want with me, peasant" She said dramatically, closing her eyes and placing the back of her hand on her forehead.

He leaned in to kiss her, closing his eyes, only to be met with a pillow. Lily had rolled off the couch before returning to her chair. James moaned into the pillow causing Lily to laugh.

"Babe" James said propping himself on his elbow "What are you doing that's so much more important than me?"

"Well, let's see, I have to make a seating chart, finalise the guest list, go to the florist to look at flowers, I have to go to the hall to take measurements. Not to mention hire people to decorate the hall and cater. Then there's also the cake tasting today-" She punctuated each task by counting them on her fingers.

"Fine, I get it" James interrupted "You have a lot of work to do. How about," He began as he stood up from the couch and positioned himself behind Lily, wrapping his arms around neck "I help out? What was that last thing on the list? Cake tasting? I can do that"

"Are you sure?" She asked spinning around to face him; he knelt down in front of her.

"Of course, anything to help. Plus, I love cake" He said placing his hands on her thighs "But, I don't understand why you won't hire a wedding planner"

"Because, it's my wedding and I want it to be perfect" She said placing her hands on either side of James's face, standing up and bringing him with her, before placing a flutter of a kiss on his lips "Thanks for doing this, James" She said writing down on a piece of paper before handing it to him "It's the bakery's address. The appointment is in a half hour"

"The bakery isn't far from here" James said examining the paper "I can walk" He put the piece of paper in his pocket, placed a kiss on Lily's cheek and was out the door. The sky was a clear blue with the occasional fluffy cloud passing by. James took off in a brisk walk, feeling a soft breeze blow across his face.

In a matter of minutes James found himself in front of the bakery. He fished the piece of paper out of his pocket, with shaking hands, to make sure it was the right place, it was. His chest was burning slightly, the burning James liked, his breathing coming out fast. He took a moment to compose himself; he was still quite early, before entering the bakery. As he entered he was hit by the smell, the smell of fresh baked cookies. There were tables and chairs located randomly around the room. At one table there was a couple enjoying coffee together while eating cookies. The other table was also occupied by another couple, two guys, holding hands across the table and sharing a piece of strawberry cheesecake. He walked towards the counter where below, the display case was filled with sweet treats from three different flavoured cheesecakes, cookies and brownies filled with nuts and chocolates, and a beautiful teal and burnt orange wedding cake. It wasn't a traditional wedding cake, but it was beautiful. It was almost as if the cake represented the joining of two very different people. It was a three tier cake with teal coloured butterfly shapes surrounding it, revealing the white underneath. It also had small burnt orange flowers in between where each butterfly's wings met, creating a diamond.

"Can I-" James looked up into a familiar face and by he's reaction he remembered James too "What are you doing here?" The guy from the coffee shop asked, poison lacing his voice.

"I can ask you the same thing" James hissed "What are you stalking me or something?"

"Stalking you?" He laughed "I work here"

"But you served me at-" It then dawned on James "Oh God. Did they fire you?" He asked actual worry in his voice.

He took a deep breath. "Yeah" He said sadly "But no worries, I still have this job" He smiled.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to get you fired"

"Don't apologize. I was rude to you at the coffee shop"

"Yeah, you were" James agreed.

"Excuse me?" He said anger back in his voice "I don't recall you being all saint like"

"Ok, ok" James said raising his hands in the air as an indication of his surrender "I'm here to see" He said looking up at the piece of paper in his hand "Logan"

"That would be me" He sighed, calm now. James lowered his hands, slowly "Will we be waiting for your wife?"

"No, it's just me. So how does this work, do I have to pick the colour of the cake, what the cake must look like and other very boring stuff?"

"Nope, that is all sorted; your wife chose that already" Logan said unimpressed "All we need from you is to choose what kind of cake you want it made out of"

Logan stepped out from behind the counter and motioned to an unoccupied table where pieces of cake were placed.

"And I get to taste all the cake, right?" James asked enthusiastically.

"Yes" Logan laughed. James smiled; he actually had a nice laugh.

Logan sat down and James sat next to him instead of opposite him, which surprised Logan.

"First up" Logan said putting a deeply red cake in front of James "Red velvet. This is quite a popular-"

"Nope. Next" James interrupted.

"Really?" Logan asked surprised "You took only one bite"

"One bite too many if you ask me. So what's next?"

"How about lemon meringue?" Logan placed a pale yellow piece of cake with, what looked like cream, on top but it had a strange colour to it like it was burnt.

James let out a moan of enjoyment. "Now that's good" He said sinking he's teaspoon in the cake for another bite "I love it" James said flicking his wrist which caused some, ok a substantial amount, of the cake to land in Logan's face. Everything was quiet for a moment before James started laughing hysterically, which caused concerned looks from the two couples enjoying each other's company. Before James knew what hit him, a piece of cake hit him, cutting off his onslaught of laughs, and causing him to fall off his chair. Logan let out a soft snort, obviously trying not to laugh. James composed himself quite quickly, his head popping up at the end of the table, glaring at Logan, a glare that promised revenge. Logan of course was faking innocence, but the huge smile that he couldn't suppress gave him away. James got up, brushing over the nonexistent dust, which was nonexistent because Logan kept a clean shop, off his clothes. He put his hands in his pockets, started whistling and walked slowly, trying to be casual, which was really not working, towards Logan. James picked up a piece of cake and eyed it as if it had to pass an inspection.

"N-now James" Logan stuttered nervously "We are both adults here"

James smiled evilly. What James didn't know was that Logan too had a piece of cake, hidden from view, and was ready to fire.

James threw his cake first, landing some on Logan's clothes and in his face, mostly in the eye area. James fist bumped the air in triumph, and laughed gleefully. Not long after Logan counter attacked, his cake flew into the air, but with Logan basically throwing blind it missed its intended target.

Logan cleaned the cake out of his eyes with a smile, sure that he got James. When Logan regained his sight his smile disappeared. He missed James completely. In fact it hit the last person he wanted it too. He's boss.

A/N: Please leave a review and tell me what you think. Let me know if you guys think it's with continuing.