Quiet is Violent

Chapter Twenty Eight

When we pulled up to Liam's house, there were cars filling up all over.

"Happy Thanksgiving," Liam yelled and I smacked my forehead, shoving my way over Violet to get to the car door.

"Move it bitch," she yelled as I swung the door open.

"Easy," Harry cooed and I ginned at him, then I turned back to Violet.

"You hear the man, easy girl," I said, my adrenaline rushing.

I skipped off towards the front door, feeling at home already. This was going to be an awesome night, I could already smell it.

"Mrs. Payne!" I screeched as she walked to her car.

"Oh Peyton!" She called, embracing me in her skinny little arms. "How are you my dear?" She asked, touching my sloppy French braid that I accomplished in the car ride here.

"I'm good, I missed you, I pulled back and she looked me up and down, smiling.

"You look great."

I laughed. I was wearing my Doc Martians and yoga leggings, still in Lou's black old soccer tournament hoodie. "Thanks, same to you! Girl you look 30 years old," I smiled and she laughed.

"I'm going out tonight, so hopefully," she teased and I nodded.

"I'll catch you around," I smiled, hugging her again before she hopped into her car. I loved her to death, she always reminded me of my own mother- especially when she called me by my real name. Sometimes I missed that.

"So your name is Peyton?" Harry asked, coming into my sight. He caught me off guard, but I nodded.

"Yeah, but Kate works better," I replied and he nodded smoothly.

"Gotcha," he said, and before I could ask him about our conversation before we got into the car, he was disappearing into the house.

I grinned, shaking my head. Some people were worth chasing after, and I ran to catch up to Harry, hoping to understand him by the time I transferred colleges next year. It was a goal of mine starting... Now.

2 hours later I was dancing around with random strangers, a drink of some vodka in my hand. I only took a few sips, but it wasn't too bad. Liam was happy to dance around with me, and he called everyone to the living room, where the dancing was occurring.

"Alright bitches, were playing a fun game now," Liam's voice slurred through the crowd, causing a few giggles. Overall, the people attending his party were obedient and listened to him. "My good friend Peyton here LOVES to play truth or dare, but Im a bitch so were playing DARE."

I couldn't help but start cracking up. When Liam and I were kids, along with Louis and Natalie, we would always play truth or dare. It was just a fun past time and we all got a lot of enjoyment out of throwing eggs at the neighbors or letting Natalie's cat, Fluffy outside to run around despite our parents orders to never play the game again.

"Liam," I choked out over my laughter. "This is too crazy to play," I started but he but his finger over mine.

"Quiet down!" Liam roared and it was dead silence a moment later. "I dare Peyton to do the chicken dance," he ordered and my face went red. Unable to turn down Liam's dare, I folded my arms at my sides and began hopping around the room.

People began laughing, even Natalie was red in the face, she could have been tearing up, probably thinking of our childhood.

"Thats enough," I said laughing, it hadn't had this much fun in a really long time.

"Now you dare someone," Liam said to me and I stopped for a moment.

"Okay," I began and bit my lip. "I dare.. Natalie." I paused for a moment. "To drink this bottle of vodka," I decided, holding up the bottle in front of her. It was hardly even half way full.

Without a word, she took it and sucked that shit down so fast that my mouth formed a perfect 'O' shape.

"That's my girl!" Liam screamed from across the room. She grinned and from where we were standing I could smell her breath from the few feet apart we stood.

"Damn girl brush your teeth," I teased and she passed the dates on.

We went for hours around daring each other, all the way until it came back to Liam. He stood on a table, and cleared his throat.

"Peyton Kate get over here," he called, and I was already next to him.

"Gotcha," I replied and he patted my head.

"I dare you to go 7 minutes in heaven with..... Harold."

My heart froze. The party goers "ooooh'd" and "ahhhh'd" but I wasn't one of them. Natalie looked beyond pissed as a few people led me towards Harry.

He was grinning, and when they pushed me into his arms, he gracefully caught me. I had been drinking and I actually was a bit unstable.

"Let's go Katherine," he whispered and I grinned, wide eyed.

"Were going to go fuck!" I screamed and the people laughed and cheered, telling us to "go get it."

Liam shoved us into an oversized utility closet and he locked the door behind us, rolling the key under.

"Fuck her good buddy," he called and then he started laughing obnoxiously. "I'll give you 30 minutes, I know you last long," Liam added and I giggled, Harry's face expressionless as always. His hand was placed firmly on the small of my back.

"They are fucking!" Liam yelled, his voice fading away. Soon enough the silence between Harry and I was the only noise.

"Why a closet?" Harry asked, grinning.

"He used to always do this to me," I sighed, leaning onto Harry. I was suddenly tired. The little opening at the top of the closet door was the only light in here, but I could almost feel the way Harry was looking.

Confident.