Poison

Gennys POV
I can't get him out of my head. The rest of the day he would completely ignore me and the memory replayed in my mind on loop. Genny, snap out of it. Harry's hot. He's never going to be the right guy for you. I shake off all thoughts of Harry and quickly change into some leggings and a sweater before rushing back downstairs. I wander to the living room where I see Louis talking to my grandpa.
"You're home early gramps," I interrupt their conversation. They both stand as I enter the room.
"Well yes I am," my grandfather says.
"I see you've met Louis," I say and gesture between them.
"Yes well it seems I would have met him tonight anyways," my grandfather says. "His father is coming over tonight for dinner."
"You work with his dad?" I ask and furrow my eyebrows.
"Yes he's one of my lawyers," my grandfather says. He walks over to me. "Great fellow. You two have fun, I have some work to catch up on," he kisses my cheek before leaving Louis and I alone.
"I hope he wasn't too horrible," I tease and walk over to Louis.
"It was nice meeting him," Louis says and chuckles. I flop down onto the couch and pull Louis with me. He wraps his arm around my shoulder.
"So are you coming to dinner tonight?" I ask and snuggle closer to him.
"I think so," Louis says. "It's kind of up to my dad."
"I see," I mutter. He looks down at me with bright blue eyes.
"You're adorable," he says and I smile. He leans towards me and our lips meet with light pressure. He places his hand on my face and I wrap my arm around his neck. He draws me onto his lap and I straddle him while we kiss. His tongue pushes against my mouth and I open it to allow him access. We make out slowly as our tongues slide against each other. For some reason Harry's face pops into my mind. I was making out with him earlier today. I push away the thought and enjoy my time with Louis. This is the type of guy I should be with. His dad is a lawyer, he dresses well, he holds my hand and opens doors for me. Louis is a good guy, especially compared to Harry.
"Oh my," a startled voice says. I jump away from Louis and look up to see my grandmother standing at the entrance to the room.
"Hey gran," I say breathlessly. She looks from me to Louis. Louis stands slowly and approaches her.
"Pleasure to meet you," he says and extends his hand. "I'm Louis Tomlinson."
She shakes his hand and smiles. "Genevieve would you mind taking your guest to a more private room? Our guests for the evening will be arriving soon and we don't need one of the maids seeing you two."
I grab Louis hand. "Of course gran," I say and lead Louis to the foyer. I drag him up the stairs to my bedroom. I push open the door and shut it behind me.
"Want to watch a movie?" I ask and turn to face him. He looks around the room.
"Is this your bedroom?" Louis asks as he looks around.
"Yes," I say and flop down on my bed. I stretch my arms up and Louis smiles at me.
"Sure we can watch a movie," he says and sits on the bed next to me.

Harry's POV
"I am not going to dinner with him tonight," I say adamantly. I actually came home tonight only to discover that my mum wants me to go to dinner with my dad tonight.
"Harold," she says sternly. "He wants to spend time with you."
"Around a table with a bunch of stuffy old men no thanks," I scoff and leave my mum in the kitchen.
"Harold Edward you will go to dinner with him tonight," she says angrily, following me out of the kitchen.
"Or what?" I taunt her.
"You don't want to know," she says threateningly. For such a tiny woman she can sure as hell be scary.
"Will the whore be there?" I ask, referring to my dad's new wife.
"No and don't talk about her like that," my mum scolds.
"I'll go," I say and stomp upstairs to get ready.

Gennys POV
Louis left to get ready for dinner about an hour ago. I zip up the yellow dress and slide into my shoes.
I apply one last coat of lip gloss before going downstairs. My grandmother is welcoming in a couple about her age.
"Oh there you are!" She says when she sees me. I smile as I descend the staircase to the foyer. "This is your grandfathers head of accounting, James Wilson, and his wife Margaret."
"It's a pleasure," I say and smile.
"This is my granddaughter Genevieve," my grandmother introduces. "Genevieve would you show Mr. and Mrs. Wilson to the dining room please?" My grandmother asks. I nod and lead the way through the living room. I see my gramps talking on the phone and wave to him as I walk to the dining room.
Mr. Wilson asks me questions about school and I look around the other various guests mingling and drinking.
"Oh no," I mumble and excuse myself from my conversation with James. I grab a glass of wine off of a tray and drink heavily as I make my way over to an all too familiar head of curls.
I tap him on the shoulder and he turns to look at me with a smirk.
"What the hell are you doing here?" I hiss.
"You seem to have trouble seeing me outside of school," Harry says huskily. He runs his hand along my bare arm.
"This is a private dinner and I don't believe your mother was invited so what are you doing here?" I bite.
"Well you see I happen to have a father as well," Harry whisper conspiratorially. "And he happened to be invited."
"Who's your dad?" I ask and glance about the room. I see Louis and smile but thankfully he doesn't notice me talking to Harry due to him having a conversation with a man who looks to be his dad.
"The man your little boyfriend is talking to," Harry says, leaning close to me.
"Oh I thought that was Louis father," I say to myself.
"He is," Harry says. "He just happens to be mine as well."
"Wait," I say in shock. "You two are brothers?"
"Half brothers actually," Harry says and Louis and his father walk over to us.
Oh shit.

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