Poison
Chapter 10
Gennys POV
Louis leads me inside, opening the door for me like a gentleman. I take off his jacket and hand it back to him with a smile.
"I should probably go find my grandmother," I say reluctantly. I like being around Louis. He makes me feel happy and I know that's not a very good description but it's true.
"Yeah, my mum is probably looking for me," he says while putting his jacket back on.
"Text me about that date," I say sweetly before brushing a kiss across his cheek.
"Don't worry, I will," he says cheekily before wandering away to find his mother.
I sigh happily before a voice startles me.
"Oh how adorable," a sarcastic tone bites. I whip around to see Harry standing a few feet away. He shoves his hands into his pockets and stalks towards me.
"Go away Harold," I mutter and try to push past him. He hooks his arm around my waist and pushes me back.
"Louis Tomlinson," he says with a smirk. "I'd have to say you two would make a lovely couple. Very charming."
"What do you want Harry?" I ask and cross my arms across my chest when it becomes obvious that he isn't going to leave me alone.
"Let's just make something clear barbie," he says cooly. "Louis Tomlinson, he can hold your hand and take you on dates. But he will never be able to make you feel as good as I will." He brushes a curl out of my face and I shudder.
His intense green eyes burn into my blue ones with passion and lust so strong that I I try to push past him, only to find myself encompassed in his arms once more. His strong hand finds mine and his other travels to my lower back.
"May I have this dance," he whispers into my ear huskily. I don't speak for fear of what my voice will sound like. Instead I simply shake my head no.. "Well too bad."
Harry leads as we dance, our chests pressed to each other.
"I don't want you Harold," I mutter. I try to sound sure but the uncertainty seeps into my voice. I hear Harry chuckle deeply.
"Don't lie to yourself Barbie," he whispers. "You can have exactly what you want, all you have to do is ask."
Do I really want Harry like that? Do I want him to be my first. I know. Shocker. I'm a virgin. It's really important to me that I wait until I really love someone. But Harry... He gives me feelings. Not head feelings like I have with Louis. It's a carnal attraction, based off sex and hormones. If I have sex with Harry it might be the worst decision of my life.
"Exactly what I want huh?" I ask in a sultry tone.
"Exactly," Harry says huskily and I feel his teeth nip at my ear lobe. I inhale sharply and hear Harry chuckle. Alright Genevieve pull it together.
"How I about I tell you what I want," I say sexily. I feel Harry's hand travel downwards towards my ass.
"Tell me baby, tell me every detail," Harry mutters darkly.
"I want..." I begin and press my body closer to his. "You to leave me the fuck alone."
Before he can reply I pull out of his grip and slide gracefully between people, losing myself in the crowd. I grab a glass of champagne off a moving try and down the whole thing in one gulp before placing the empty flute on a table.
"I thought you didn't drink," a cocky voice says from behind me. Logan. Ugh.
"People change," I call over my shoulder. I'm so not in the mood to deal with him right now.
I pray that Logan will leave me alone and to my relief, he does. At least something is going right tonight.
Nialls POV
After the lads and I met I walked home through the snow. I pull my leather jacket tighter around me and keep my head down. The sky is dark and the snow falls gently as I walk through the dark streets of London. A dog barks from behind a chain link fence and I quicken my pace as the tall buildings turn to suburban houses. I jog up the driveway and push open the chipped red door. A tv projects blue light through the small living room. My mum is asleep on the couch, our dog Matrix curled up next to her. He perks up when I gently shut and lock the door behind me. Mum shifts a bit but doesn't open her eyes. I grab the soft red blanket off the chair and lay it over her gently before walking into the renovated kitchen. I grab some cold pizza from the fridge and walk down the hall to my bedroom. Shutting the door tightly behind me I eat the pizza and fire up my computer. I stare for a moment at the picture of my mum and I that I use as my background before going to google.
Genevieve Gates
I click search and scroll through the many links that pop up before one catches my eye.
Genevieve Gates-The Tragic Story of an American Princess
I click on the link and am brought to a news article written two years ago.
Almost everyone has heard of the Gates family in some way or another. Whether it be the name on your computer or the thousands of billboards and commercials advertising their technology. However, you may not know that while this seemingly perfect family has more money than they asked for, and genetic good looks that make the rest of us look like trolls, there is tragedy that runs in their midst.
The daughter of the deceased Marcus and Margaret Gates, Genevieve, is a fifteen year old girl. At fifteen, this young beaut has won ten academic excellence awards, travelled to Africa for a summer, and founded a charity called "STOP" which promotes bullying awareness in middle and high schools. It hasn't been determined whether or not the young philanthropist is as tech savvy as the men of her family. Her older brother, Leonardo, stands to inherit half of the Gates empire while the other half falls to her.
Despite her seemingly perfect life, Genevieve has experienced more trauma and tragedy in her fifteen years than most people endure there entire lives. Her late mother, Margaret, attempted to murder her on her seventh birthday. Mrs. Gates had never fully believed that Genevieve was her daughter, despite numerous blood and DNA tests that prove otherwise. Mrs. Gates took a knife to Genevieve at her seventh birthday party. Thankfully, Mr. Gates stepped in at the right moment and stopped fatal damage from happening. After this incident, Margaret was sent to a mental institution where she never really stopped hating her daughter. Two years ago, Marcus Gates was in an unfortunate car accident while on his way to the mental institution where his wife was residing. When Margaret was told the news, she hung herself later that night.
Almost immediately after the tragedy, Marcus's parents, Gwendolyn and William (aka Bill) took in the newly orphaned children. Genevieve (13) and Leonardo (17) traveled around the United States for a year before Leonardo decided to join the army and the Gates settled in Connecticut. Genevieve attends school at Prepatory Academy.
I close the the window and lean back in my seat. Woah. This girls been through some deep shit. I can use this to my advantage...
But I almost don't want to... After reading about all she's been through I don't know that I want to pile on by using her. Though it's better I do it than Harry. He would destroy her, I would at least be nice about it. It's going to happen regardless, I can't call off this bet.
No matter how cruel it is.
Louis leads me inside, opening the door for me like a gentleman. I take off his jacket and hand it back to him with a smile.
"I should probably go find my grandmother," I say reluctantly. I like being around Louis. He makes me feel happy and I know that's not a very good description but it's true.
"Yeah, my mum is probably looking for me," he says while putting his jacket back on.
"Text me about that date," I say sweetly before brushing a kiss across his cheek.
"Don't worry, I will," he says cheekily before wandering away to find his mother.
I sigh happily before a voice startles me.
"Oh how adorable," a sarcastic tone bites. I whip around to see Harry standing a few feet away. He shoves his hands into his pockets and stalks towards me.
"Go away Harold," I mutter and try to push past him. He hooks his arm around my waist and pushes me back.
"Louis Tomlinson," he says with a smirk. "I'd have to say you two would make a lovely couple. Very charming."
"What do you want Harry?" I ask and cross my arms across my chest when it becomes obvious that he isn't going to leave me alone.
"Let's just make something clear barbie," he says cooly. "Louis Tomlinson, he can hold your hand and take you on dates. But he will never be able to make you feel as good as I will." He brushes a curl out of my face and I shudder.
His intense green eyes burn into my blue ones with passion and lust so strong that I I try to push past him, only to find myself encompassed in his arms once more. His strong hand finds mine and his other travels to my lower back.
"May I have this dance," he whispers into my ear huskily. I don't speak for fear of what my voice will sound like. Instead I simply shake my head no.. "Well too bad."
Harry leads as we dance, our chests pressed to each other.
"I don't want you Harold," I mutter. I try to sound sure but the uncertainty seeps into my voice. I hear Harry chuckle deeply.
"Don't lie to yourself Barbie," he whispers. "You can have exactly what you want, all you have to do is ask."
Do I really want Harry like that? Do I want him to be my first. I know. Shocker. I'm a virgin. It's really important to me that I wait until I really love someone. But Harry... He gives me feelings. Not head feelings like I have with Louis. It's a carnal attraction, based off sex and hormones. If I have sex with Harry it might be the worst decision of my life.
"Exactly what I want huh?" I ask in a sultry tone.
"Exactly," Harry says huskily and I feel his teeth nip at my ear lobe. I inhale sharply and hear Harry chuckle. Alright Genevieve pull it together.
"How I about I tell you what I want," I say sexily. I feel Harry's hand travel downwards towards my ass.
"Tell me baby, tell me every detail," Harry mutters darkly.
"I want..." I begin and press my body closer to his. "You to leave me the fuck alone."
Before he can reply I pull out of his grip and slide gracefully between people, losing myself in the crowd. I grab a glass of champagne off a moving try and down the whole thing in one gulp before placing the empty flute on a table.
"I thought you didn't drink," a cocky voice says from behind me. Logan. Ugh.
"People change," I call over my shoulder. I'm so not in the mood to deal with him right now.
I pray that Logan will leave me alone and to my relief, he does. At least something is going right tonight.
Nialls POV
After the lads and I met I walked home through the snow. I pull my leather jacket tighter around me and keep my head down. The sky is dark and the snow falls gently as I walk through the dark streets of London. A dog barks from behind a chain link fence and I quicken my pace as the tall buildings turn to suburban houses. I jog up the driveway and push open the chipped red door. A tv projects blue light through the small living room. My mum is asleep on the couch, our dog Matrix curled up next to her. He perks up when I gently shut and lock the door behind me. Mum shifts a bit but doesn't open her eyes. I grab the soft red blanket off the chair and lay it over her gently before walking into the renovated kitchen. I grab some cold pizza from the fridge and walk down the hall to my bedroom. Shutting the door tightly behind me I eat the pizza and fire up my computer. I stare for a moment at the picture of my mum and I that I use as my background before going to google.
Genevieve Gates
I click search and scroll through the many links that pop up before one catches my eye.
Genevieve Gates-The Tragic Story of an American Princess
I click on the link and am brought to a news article written two years ago.
Almost everyone has heard of the Gates family in some way or another. Whether it be the name on your computer or the thousands of billboards and commercials advertising their technology. However, you may not know that while this seemingly perfect family has more money than they asked for, and genetic good looks that make the rest of us look like trolls, there is tragedy that runs in their midst.
The daughter of the deceased Marcus and Margaret Gates, Genevieve, is a fifteen year old girl. At fifteen, this young beaut has won ten academic excellence awards, travelled to Africa for a summer, and founded a charity called "STOP" which promotes bullying awareness in middle and high schools. It hasn't been determined whether or not the young philanthropist is as tech savvy as the men of her family. Her older brother, Leonardo, stands to inherit half of the Gates empire while the other half falls to her.
Despite her seemingly perfect life, Genevieve has experienced more trauma and tragedy in her fifteen years than most people endure there entire lives. Her late mother, Margaret, attempted to murder her on her seventh birthday. Mrs. Gates had never fully believed that Genevieve was her daughter, despite numerous blood and DNA tests that prove otherwise. Mrs. Gates took a knife to Genevieve at her seventh birthday party. Thankfully, Mr. Gates stepped in at the right moment and stopped fatal damage from happening. After this incident, Margaret was sent to a mental institution where she never really stopped hating her daughter. Two years ago, Marcus Gates was in an unfortunate car accident while on his way to the mental institution where his wife was residing. When Margaret was told the news, she hung herself later that night.
Almost immediately after the tragedy, Marcus's parents, Gwendolyn and William (aka Bill) took in the newly orphaned children. Genevieve (13) and Leonardo (17) traveled around the United States for a year before Leonardo decided to join the army and the Gates settled in Connecticut. Genevieve attends school at Prepatory Academy.
I close the the window and lean back in my seat. Woah. This girls been through some deep shit. I can use this to my advantage...
But I almost don't want to... After reading about all she's been through I don't know that I want to pile on by using her. Though it's better I do it than Harry. He would destroy her, I would at least be nice about it. It's going to happen regardless, I can't call off this bet.
No matter how cruel it is.
Why Louis?? Couldn't you sense her uncertainty?
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