I have known for as long as I've been with James, that people stare. Weather it's the bigots who yell God hates fags, which kind of makes me laugh now a days, or if it's the other guys around town who are also gay, who don't realize what their staring does to the beast walking hand in hand with me. It makes his already Texas sized ego, double. And it makes him turn into this giant asshole who freaks out if just one of the guys staring, starts staring at me. Sometimes I wished James wasn't who he was, and didn't look as good as he did. But like now, as we walked into an already loud, over packed mansion, and he put his hand in the back pocket of my jeans, I knew if he wasn't who he was or as good looking, I probably wouldn't be with him. I was just as shitty as he is sometimes.

I walked into the open door before James did and glanced around smiling small. Alot of people here I recognized. Alot of them, I could tell, didn't like me. Mostly because I was always trying to get James to leave his job. But it didn't bother me. Because as soon as James got next to me, or told them to act right, they would listen. I always wondered what would happen if James and I weren't together. As he walked us further into the huge house, an arm around my neck, quietly saying hi to people as we went by, I realized these people...the drug dealers, the murderers for hire and the pimps and prostitutes would eat me alive.

James led us down the two steps that separated the living room to the open kitchen and dining room still holding me close to him. I lazily wrapped an arm around his waist and set my head on his shoulder, smiling small. I had flashes of not a couple hours ago of him and I rolling in the sheets. It made me push harder into him as he stopped in front of the island that had a keg on it. "You want a beer?" I nodded without looking up at him and let him let me go so he could grab two red solo cups. As he started to fill the first one up, I put one of my hands into the back pocket of his jeans and leaned on his shoulder yawning quietly. "So I need to go find Johnny and talk to him for a bit, but then you have my full attention." I rolled my eyes pushing off him fast and took the full red cup from him, tipping it back fast into my mouth. "I know what you're thinking..." I shook my head lowering the beer and licked my lips staring up at him. "Babe..."

"No go ahead. Go do your business. I'll be off pretending like I don't know what's going on here." I gave him a big fake smile and turned fast walking out of the kitchen. As I shoved out past people angry, my anger got worse not hearing him trying to stop me, or not feel him try to grab me. It made me take my red solo cup and put it back to my lips, squeezing my eyes shut hard as i took a huge sip. I ran into someone which made me open my eyes fast. I swallowed hard and forced a smile at the huge tattooed guy who shook his head at me turning away. I sighed out and walked to the two French doors shoving them open and stepped out quick. I glanced around seeing no one out here and slammed the doors shut hard behind me.

It was freezing and soft little snow flakes were falling around me, but I didn't care. I sat in one of the many deck chairs and put my hood on, and shoved my hands into the front pocket of my black hoodie. I didn't bring a coat cause I thought I'd be inside all night, maybe making out in some random room, getting drunk. Of course, I should have known better. James doesn't just go to house party's, or super exclusive clubs just to hang out and have a good time. It's always about business. I saw him slip a folded envelope into his jacket pocket along with a rolled stack of cash, but didn't think anything of it. And if I had known Johnny, Johnny of all people would be here, I wouldn't have even come. Yet here I was, all alone in the cold, bitter and just a tad horny. I'm sure if I ordered an Uber I could get home before James noticed I was gone, and I could drink myself to sleep. But somewhere in my brain, I knew if I left without James, I'd never hear the end of it. I sighed out putting my head back and closed my eyes swallowing hard. Just as I got comfortable in my seat, I heard the French doors open behind me, but stayed still. "I don't think anyone noticed dude." I raised my head slowly, and tensed up hearing multiple footsteps behind me. I hoped it wasn't someone that would give me hell and fiddled with my fingers in my sweater pocket. "Hey do you mind if we smoke out here man?" I turned my head quick and pushed my hood back off my face to see who it was, and shot up fast. I turned my body completely to the two men standing and automatically smiled.

"Hey...Logan right? From Starbucks?" I nodded watching Kendall walk towards me smiling wide. "Small freakin' world." I laughed and nodded turning my attention to the man who walked out with him. I recognized him easily as someone who was frequently in and around my house. Because he was someone who worked for James. I wasn't completely sure what his job was particularly, but I knew he wasn't a real bad guy. Actually every time I've come in contact with him, he's been very nice to me. His name was Carlos and one thing I knew for sure was that he ran a small hole in the wall Mexican restaurant. "What brings you here?" I snapped back to Kendall who stopped in front of me pulling out a pack of smokes.

"Well it's a party so..." He nodded glancing over to Carlos who got right next to him and smiled wide.

"Hey Logan! How you doing man?" I shrugged shoving my hands into front jean pockets and opened my mouth to answer but was cut off by Carlos's phone ringing. "Oh...sorry. I gotta take this. Be right back!" I nodded smiling to him watching him walk back to the house. Once he disappeared I turned back to the tall, now smoking handsome man in front of me.

"How do you know Carlos?" I nodded back to where Carlos disappeared while he walked around me and sat down in the chair next to the one I was sitting in.

"He's an old friend. But I'm also an investor in his restaurant." I nodded sitting back down in my seat and watched closely as he inhaled deeply. As he exhaled, he looked at me and quickly extended the cigarette out to me. I shook my head softly and he quickly pulled it back into his body. "He has been having some financial troubles and asked me to come out and help."

"I didn't know he was struggling." I frowned, feeling bad remembering the last time I was in his place, he wouldn't let me pay. "When did you guys meet?" I leaned back a little and put my hands back in my front sweater pocket.

"College." I nodded and once again watched him inhale deeply. As I did, I remembered seeing his nice smile when we were at the Starbucks and felt...giddy. "So what about you? What brought you here tonight?" I sighed out softly and looked away from him watching the snow fall around us. "Wow...sounds fun." I laughed shaking my head and put it back on my chair.

"Just...stupid relationship drama." I raised my head quick and eyed him closely. "You don't want to hear it." He exhaled slowly, smiling and looked up, blinking fast as snow fell on his face.

"Does it have anything to do with your handsome boyfriend leaving you alone at a party?"He turned his head to me, smiling small and I shook my head. "If it makes you feel any better, you could do a hell of a lot worse." I smirked sitting up as he turned to me completely. "What could possibly be more important than spending time with you?" I went still as he flicked his cigarette to the ground and leaned forward in his chair, bending slightly, to get to me. He put his face inches from mine and I swear I heard my breathing become uneven. I locked eyes with him and watched as he raised a hand to my face. I tensed up as a few of his fingertips grazed over my cheek ever so softly. "You are getting covered in snow. Aren't you cold?" I shook my head slowly and he chuckled moving his eyes down my face. I watched him lick his lips as he looked back up into my eyes, his smile gone. "You're shivering, and your nose is really red." I chuckled as his hand moved down away from my face, and if my head wasn't swarming with his ridiculous good looks I would have heard the door behind us, and seen his eyes tear away from my face. But I didn't. And I for sure didn't hear someone come up right beside us. Not until I watched Kendall stand up and heard a voice get cleared. "Uhm..."

"Who the fuck are you?" Hearing James, deep, intimidating voice made me snap back into reality. I shot up fast and turned to look at James who was glaring at Kendall.

"James..." I set a hand on James's chest and pushed gently. "He's just a friend." I forced a smile as James looked down to me but quickly back to James. "What..."

"Is there a problem here?"

"I fucking thinking so." I sighed out pushing on James again seeing him tense his muscles on his arms. "From what I could see you had your hand on my boyfriend." I rolled my eyes raising a hand and forced his face to look down at me. Once he did I raised my eyebrows and grabbed his hand hanging down at his side.

"Calm down. I'm just talking with him." James looked back up, over my head and gently started to push me aside. I pushed him back however, faster than he did and got in front of Kendall. "Go back inside. I'm allowed to talk to whoever I want."

"Talking is one thing...he had his hands on you."

"First of all..." I turned quick and shook my head to Kendall who was smiling. "Logan and I are just talking. Second, you don't own him so you have no say over who he talks to. And third..." Kendall got right next to me and I turned seeing James literally huffing his chest in and out. "If you treated him a little better, you wouldn't worry about who he was talking to."

"Fuck you. You have no idea who I am, or what our relationship is like. Fuck off before you get hurt." I shook my head again and walked into James wrapping my arms around his back walking him backwards.

"Go back inside." James looked down at me and smirked wrapping his arms around me. Tight. "James..."

"Let's go." He turned quick, wrapping an arm around my neck and pulled me to the door. I felt my teeth chatter and pushed harder into him, but hearing the laugh from behind us made him stop and turn quick. "Do you have a fucking problem dickhead?"

"Yeah. You." Before i could say anything, or do anything, James was away from me and walking quickly to Kendall. Kendall turned to him completely and without having anyway to stop it, James swung hard and fast. I didn't need to know where he hit him. Because Kendall was on the ground, facing me, blood coming out of his nose. I yelled loudly and ran over to them, shoving James hard by his back.

"Go! Go back inside! What the fuck is wrong with you!?" James turned to me, completely normal and calm looking and reached out for me. I stepped back and clenched my fists down at my sides. "Your a fucking lunatic! I barely know this guy! We were just talking! Go away and don't talk to me or fucking touch me!" He rolled his eyes and moved forward, smiling. "Go! I'm serious!"

"Don't be ridiculous. We have to go anyway. I have to run an errand." He put his hands on my sides and started to turn me. I shoved him, once more and moved around him fee guilt race through me. "Logan." I bent down quick to Kendall who was rolling onto his side wiping his nose, groaning quietly. I put a hand on his back and rubbed it, helping him sit up. "Logan seriously?"

"Fuck off James...Kendall are you alright?" He sat in front of me and groaned but nodded and then put his head back pinching the bridge of his nose. "Here...let em help you up. I'll clean your face."

"I think I'll just go home actually." I nodded and stood up fast, letting him pull himself up on me. As he got on his feet I heard the door slam sht behind me and gently held him as he swayed. "Fuck my head is throbbing."

"Let me get you a ride. Since it's my fault." He put his hands on my arms and smiled small shaking his head. "I'm so sorry. He is such a jealous dick sometimes I..."

"He seems like a great guy." I frowned as he wiped his nose and closed his eyes groaning again. "Do you think you could do me a favor?" I nodded fast as he dropped his hands from my arms and dug one through his jean pockets. "Would you mind following me home? I don't want to leave my car and I'm worried I'll swerve with how my head feels and..." I stopped him, putting my hands on his biceps and squeezed, smiling.

"James drove. So i'll just drive you home and get a cab." He frowned lowering his head and stared right at me. I nodded reaching down and grabbed his keys pulling them out of his hand softly. "It's literally the least I can do."

"What about your boyfriend?" I chuckled and looked down shaking my head. I shrugged softly kicking the snowy grass under me. I looked back up to him and smiled small.

"What about him?" He opened his mouth but shut it fast. I turned and put a hand on his arm gently pushing him. "Come on...I'll get you home."

Quick question? Should I show some different P.O.V.'S? Will it ruin the mystery if you see something through Kendall's eyes? Let me know!