They Don't Know About Us

Chapter Three

I felt like every ones eyes were on me, and by the looks of it, they were all on me. If there's one thing I hate, it's attention. I looked around the room and pretended not to notice. "Of course I remember her." someone said, making my head turn towards him. That Zayn guy, took a step towards me, quickly scanning my body. I felt my cheeks burn up but I tried to ignore it.

He puts his hand out and hands me a red cup. Without hesitation, I take it and smell it, quickly regretting it as the strong smell burns my nostrils. I sighed and took a sip of the liquid, I cringe at the stuff, burning my throat as it went down. 

I heard the two boys chuckle at my reaction. I put the cup down and turn to where Grace was before but she is no longer there. My first party and I've been ditched within five minutes. Louis slyly snakes his arm around my shoulders and takes another drink.

The loud music of the house pounds through my body but I don't mind. "You look great." Louis slurs in my ear. He's already drunk and I have a feeling that Zayn is too. It is a party after all...That's what you do, right? Get drunk. 

I took another sip of what seemed to be vodka and didn't let the feeling of my throat burning bother me. Louis slipped his hand down from my shoulder to my side. He placed both hands on my hips and just as I thought things couldn't get any worse, Zayn joined from behind me. I could feel his body pressed to my back as his hands wounded up on my thighs. Uncomfortable and disgusted, I pushed both boys off me and stormed away. I already regretted coming here. I went around, looking for Grace. 

I spotted Harry from the corner of my eye, in the kitchen and hoped that Grace was nearby but when I turned in his direction, I found that she wasn't. He was leaning against the kitchen counter and was smiling away and talking, or flirting, with this girl, that was not Grace. He's rude and a cheater. Flirting is cheating, right? It is in my book. Maybe I should go find Grace and tell her what her boyfriend is doing.

I kept my eyes on them to see if Harry would do anything more, and as if on cue, he did. He leaned close to her ear and put his hand on her back as she grabbed the back of his neck. He whispered something to her that I couldn't make out but whatever it was, made her blush like mad and bite her lip. I shook my head, disappointed and continued my journey to find Grace. 

I pushed myself past the crowds of people, in search for Grace but this was difficult. I was getting claustrophobic with the amount of people around me so I opened the door to the backyard and took a deep breathe, finally able to breath.

I walked down the stairs of the porch and looked into the yard which was loaded with people. Not as much people in the house but still loads. I felt a cold hand grab my arm which made me jump extra high. I heard an all to familiar chuckle and turned around to be face to face with the one and only, Harry. For a reason I can't explain, I feel scared and intimidated. 

"I know what you saw in there." He said, his bright green eyes burning into mine. I gulp and furrowed my brows. "I..I don't know what you're talking about." I say, playing dumb. "Don't play stupid with me. You're poor, but defiantly not stupid." He whispered, his grip on my arm tightening. I tried to pull away from his grip but it was no use. 

"If you tell Grace about this, I will tell everyone that you're just a poor girl and everyone will make fun of you. Only rich kids get to go to these parties and only rich kids can afford to go to this school. I'm still unsure why you're here." He said in low and husky voice. His breath smelled like alcohol which meant he was most probably drunk.

"Leave me alone." I sighed, rolling my eyes. His hand was still gripped onto my arm. I was sure that he was cutting my blood circulation in it because of how tight his grip was. "Did you understand what I just said?!" He asked, his voice sounded menacing. Scared, once again, I nodded my head, not wanting to talk.