Poison

Gennys POV
Louis pulls out my chair for me and I smile at him graciously. He sits next to me and to my disdain, Harry takes the seat on my other side. Louis and Harry's father sits on Louis's other side.
"So Genny," Harry pipes up. I look over to him and smile politely. "Have you and Louis fucked yet?" I gag on my wine and Louis pats my back to get me to cough it up.
"Harold," his father scolds. "That is quite inappropriate."
"It's also quite inappropriate to cheat on your wife and leave her when you find out your mistress is pregnant, even though your wife was pregnant too, but that didn't stop you."
Harry's father sighs and turns to talk to the man on his other side.
"What is wrong with you?" I say lowly to Harry. Louis gets absorbed in a conversation with his father, ignoring Harry and I.
"I'm just curious as to your recent sexual whereabouts," Harry says knowingly. He rests his hand on my knee under the table and my eyes widen.
"That never happened," I hiss, referring to our earlier make out session in the bathroom.
"Well then it can never happen again tonight," Harry whispers, leaning close to my ear. I feel his hot breath on my neck and my thoughts all jumble up.
"I'm with Louis," I whisper.
"So?" He asks huskily and I almost rip off my panties right there. His large hand travels slowly slides up my thigh, my legs tense.
"Genevieve would you be a dear and grab my cell phone, I left it in my bedroom," my grandmother asks, appearing over my shoulder.
"Sure gran," I say and practically knock over my chair in my haste to get away from Harry's prying hands. Louis gives me a questioning glance but I ignore it. I look back at Harry once before I leave the dining room and see him staring at me intently.
I rush up the granite stairs, my heels clicking as I go. I walk down the hallway and into my grandparents bedroom. Sighing, I grab my grans cell phone off of the small table and turn to go back downstairs when I run into someone.
"Sorry," I mumble, staring at the mans chest. My gaze travels upwards until I reach Harry's smirking face.
"It's quite alright love," he says and wraps his arms around me, pressing me closer to him. He smells like booze and soap.
"Why did you follow me?" I ask, trying to think through the daze his proximity puts me in.
"Because I want nothing to happen," he whispers huskily. My heart rate picks up at his suggestion and I try to back out of his grip.
"Harry stop," I say and push his arms off of me. "Nothing is going to happen between you and I."
"Whatever you need to tell yourself Barbie," he says as his body shifts to block the exit. "Why are you such a dick?" I hiss angrily. Can't he just leave me alone?
"Correction, I'm a man, I have a dick. I myself am not the dick," he says and raises an eyebrow.
"Leave me alone," I sneer and try to push past him.
"You will give in to me Genevieve," Harry says as I brush past him. "You and I both know it."
"Not even in your wildest dreams," I scoff before sprinting back down to the safety of the dinner party.

Liam's POV
I pull up to Harry's house and hop out of the car. I lock my car and knock on the door, anticipating the answer.
"Oh hello Liam, Harry isn't here," Ms. Styles says, surprised at my appearance.
"Oh well do you know where he is?" I ask and shove my hands into my pockets.
"He's at dinner with his father and Louis," she explains. "His dad's new boss is having a dinner party of sorts."
"Who's his new boss?" I ask.
"William Gates actually," she says and leans against the door frame.
"Alright thank you anyways Ms. Styles," I say and walk back to my car.
"No problem," she says and shuts the door.
Son of a bitch. Harry's getting so much fucking access to her because of his money and parents social status. I slam my hands onto the steering wheel and pull out my phone, texting Genevieve.
Me: Hey beautiful
I send the message and begin the drive from Harry's posh neighborhood to the small flat that I call home, the houses slowly downsizing as I drive. My phone dings and I pull it out of my pocket at a stoplight, glancing at the screen.
GG: Can you tell Harold to leave me alone? He can't seem to take blatantly obvious hints.
A grin plays at my lips as I read her message, maybe all the access Harry has isn't a good thing. I think GG is growing a bit tired of Harry's relentless antics. Taking a chance, I reply.
Me: need me to come save you?
I park the car and wait impatiently for her response. My fingers drum against the steering wheel and I stare at my phone in the palm of my hand. Finally it dings.
GG: you have no idea how appealing that offer is. Unfortunately I am being forced to stay, I'm kind of stuck considering I live here. Thanks for the offer though.
Despite the fact that I can't spend time with her, I still smile at her response. She seems to like me much more than Harry which means my odds of winning this bet were just raised.

Gennys POV
I sigh as I slide back into my seat. Thankfully, Harry is speaking to the woman on his other side and ignoring me. I pick at the food on my plate and discreetly slide my phone back up my dress to be hidden in the waistband of my panties, praying that Harry or Louis didn't notice.
My cheeks turn pink when I turn to see Louis looking at me with a questioning gaze.
"Everything alright?" He asks.
"Yep," I stutter and take a small bite of the salad laid out in front of me.
Louis smiles and nods and turns back to his father. Fantastic. It's like he couldn't care less about me when his father is next to him. I can't help the surge of jealousy that rushes through my veins, I mean seriously. He sees his dad every day and yet he's still talking to him. I tap Harry on the shoulder and see Louis glance over quickly.
Harry turns to face me with a smirk and raised eyebrows.
"Yes love?" He asks and leans back in his chair.
Ah shit, I didn't think this through.
"Um how are you?" I ask uncomfortably. He chuckles and his green eyes travel to my chest, I fight the urge to cross my arms as he undresses me with his eyes.
"Just swell," he says lowly. "Probably because I'm sitting next to the prettiest girl in the room."
I can't help the blush that rises to my cheeks at his compliment. Cheeky bastard.
"I'm also the only woman under 45," I point out, trying to regain my confidence.
"Some ladies over 45 are pretty hot," Harry says seriously and a giggle escapes my lips. His smirk turns into a full on smile, with dimples. I can't help but notice how cute he looks with the dimples and wild curls.
"Ahem," Louis says from my other side and I turn to him, still giggling.
"Yes Louis?" I ask innocently.
"What are you doing?" He asks and glances at Harry who I imagine once again possesses his nearly permanent smirk.
"Having a conversation," I say and raise my eyebrows. "I'm not just going to sit here in silence."
Louis huffs and looks at me before placing his arm across the back of my chair, claiming me as his. I smirk at the gesture and take another bite of my food but nearly choke when I feel an all too familiar warm large hand caressing my exposed thigh. I glare at Harry but he has his back to me, his hand hidden under the table. Discreetly, I move my hand down and attempt to push his hand off of me, however, instead of moving, his grip tightens, squeezing my thigh lightly. I shudder at the sensation that runs through my body and to my disdain, Louis was involved in another conversation with his father. The frustration controlled my actions as I laid my hand on top of Harry's. Out of the corner of my eye I see his green eyes widen in surprise. I slowly move my thumb in a circular motion on top of his hand before running the tips of my nails along the back of his hand. I hear him inhale sharply as I scratch him, deep enough to leave marks. He hisses out the breath and I pull my hand away, smiling to myself.

Notes

Long time no update. Sorry about that. anyways, who do you want to win the bet? And what do you think about Gennys somewhat bitchy attitude towards Louis?