Law and Order- complete

XXVIII

long chapter ahead. buckle up. -z

Harry

I notice the blank façade Logan puts on. Her eyes hooded and lazily scanning the room, but I see her gulping every few moments. She's anxious and rightfully so. I know we won't be able to stand here much longer before drawing attention to ourselves. Nobody goes to a frat party just to observe. A body pushes past me to go to the living area and I immediately snap my head back to shoot a glare. I'm on edge too.

The house began to warm up, the smell of beer and other alcohol sneaking up my nose and the loud bass of the rap nearly bursting my ear drums. We now found ourselves by the back sliding door. It opened every so often, giving us a breath of fresh air while I contemplated our moves. It's only been 30 minutes.

I know we have to get to the basement, and I'm waiting for the real life of the parties.

Logan stands slightly on her toes and she turns her face to my shoulder, "Are we just gonna stand here?" Her brows furrow and she looks up at me.

"We have to wait." I lean down slightly to answer over the booming music and loud cheers. We step back as someone stumbles outside, yelling profanities as they do. She looks away, peaking over me to get a view on the stairs, I notice her lips part open, then press together. She swallows harshly and comes back, speaking again, "Someone's looking at us."

"Come on," I begin, "Let's get a drink."

Logan

Harry takes me by surprise when he offers us drinks. I remember him specifically telling me not to drink. I walk hand in hand with him as we make our way to the kitchen, glancing back at the dark haired boy who had just been watching us. He takes sip from the red plastic cup in his left hand, his eyes making contact with mine. On any other occasion, I probably would have shot him a glare. But I find myself inching closer to Styles. 

About six people occupy the kitchen, all drunk and holding various conversations. The dim yellow light creates warmth. Harry drops my hand and grabs the scoop on the punch bowl that sat on the island, almost untouched. Instead, opened alcohol bottles were spread out along with the solo cups. Nobody wanted to drink punch at a frat party.

"We gotta blend in, Styles." I remind him as he hands me a cup of punch. He nods, his eyes focused on making his own. "I know"

The cup is brought to my lips but quickly retreated when a hand pats at my back harshly. I flinch as I jerk around, my eyes widening when I see dark haired guy. Up close, I notice he has a scar in his left eyebrow and dark eyes to match his hair. Though he holds a cup, he doesn't seem drunk at all.

"I don't think I've seen you two around before." he speaks. His voice quick and loud over the music. At the sound, Harry turns around, finally facing him. I remember what he told me about talking, and I wonder if it applies now.

"We're new to town." Harry mutters, placing the scoop back in the bowl and bringing his cup to his lips. Dark haired guy watches his movements closely before grinning and immediately responding, "Where from?"

"Florida," Harry shoots back.

"What part?"

"Kissimmee."

The guy folds is lips down and nods almost approvingly, he was testing us. I take another sip of the juice, watching Harry from the corner of my eye. His eyebrows sat low on his face and his pink lips pressed together defensively.

"My name is Kenneth." He sticks his hand out to shake. I nod as I grab his hand, stiffening when he squeezes it tightly, his brows raise, as if waiting. "Oh, I'm...My name is Grace."