Rusty Halo

Chapter One

LOGAN

     The boy in front of me finally pulls down his hood, revealing brown curls. He takes his jacket all the way off, showing off a fitted black polo that clings to an amazing body. He leans over to whisper to the blond boy beside him, laughing. The way his head falls back when he laughs… it’s beautiful.

     I realize I’m staring, and quickly turn my attention to the letter in my hand. It’s a summons, from my horrid dad’s lawyer. The dad that never paid a cent of child support. But now that my mum’s gone, he’s all I’ve got. Layn, my twin, was separated from me last year and I haven’t seen him since.

     “Excuse me, miss?” I look up into green eyes, eyes that remind me of the ocean.

     “Yes?” The curly – haired boy, with a prominent accent that fits on with the rest of the native London people, looks confused.

“Uh, I’m supposed to going to Hartford Complex, do you, by any chance, know where that is? Niall and I, I’m Harry, by the way, we were told to be there at three, something about Zayn. Can you help?” It takes me a second to respond, and finally I smile.

“Sure, yeah, I’m actually going there myself. I’m Logan, by the way.” Niall grins and I blush. Holy crap.

     A part of what Harry has said catches in my ear, and I ask, “ Layn? Do you know a last name?” They look at me, even more confused now.

“Uhm, he said,” I interrupt him.

     “Oh, we’ve got to get off here, guys.” They follow me off the big red bus, and we start walking towards the huge green building wrapped in red Christmas lights. I start towards the door, but Niall grabs my wrist.

     “Wait!” I turn towards him; he looks at Harry. “Can I have your number? In case, you know, I like get lost again.”

I rattle off my number and he grins. He words have a slight accent; I can’t quite place it. I turn to Harry to say goodbye, good luck, anything really to get away from these guys with expressive eyes and impressionable faces.

     “Where have I seen you before?” Harry asks, reaching towards my hair. He must have seen the news story on my mum. I have to get out of here.

     “I don’t know, I have to go, bye.” I start walking, almost running towards the heavy double doors of Hartford.

     The second I’m inside I breathe a sigh of relief and head towards the elevators. I tell the men inside what room (201) and he brings the elevator to the second floor. I head down the hallway, admiring the craftsmanship on the intricate chandeliers hanging every few feet, and I stop at door 201. It’s now or never, I tell myself and knock on the door.

     A large man opens the door and stares down at me menacingly.

“And you are?” I wordlessly hand him the summons and he moves aside to let me through. Sitting at the kitchen table, his back to me, is Layn, the twin brother I met for ten minutes in New York. My bag falls to the floor as I stare at the messy black hair and untucked polo that fits like it’s painted on. 

     I noticed the boy sitting across the table from him. He’s got shaggy brown hair and is dressed quite nicely.

     “Ahem.” Layn turns around and jumps up the second he realizes it’s me.

“Logan!” He wraps me up in a hug, burying his face in my long black hair.

     “Wow, you even smell the same.” I pull back, looking him over, making sure he’s still in one piece.