Poison

The events following the punch seem to happen in slow motion. Everyone holds their breath as Harry's face stays away from Louis due to the impact of the punch. I clutch Liam's arm in wait, my nails digging into the smooth muscle of his upper arm.
Harry looks up slowly, a glint in his eyes that I've never seen before. Before anyone really knows what happened, Harry's fist connects with Louis's jaw. I cry out unintentionally and try to get out of Liam's grip as Louis stumbles, but doesn't fall. I can barely believe what's going on, and it's all my fault. Louis looks at Harry angrily and is about to throw another punch when a figure steps between the two tense guys. I watch in awe as Niall and Zayn stand back to back, in front of Harry and Louis. Zayn talks in quiet tones to Harry, his hands up as though he's surrendering. After a while, Harry seems to nod along to what Zayn is saying and eventually a grin breaks out on his face, revealing his dimples.
Niall doesn't seem to be having as much luck with Louis. Niall looks to Liam and I helplessly as Louis glares past him at Harry.
"Wait here," Liam commands before walking over to stand by Niall. Out of the corner of my eye I watch as Harry shrugs on his jacket. Our eyes meet and a slow smirk replaces his grin. One green eye closes momentarily in a wink before he disappears out the door.
As the door shuts behind Harry, Louis calms down and turns to look at me. The hurt in his eyes is clear and I step forward but he turns away from me, pushing through the crowd to escape.
"Let me take you home," Liam says gently, I didn't even notice that he was standing in front of me.
"I just," sighing I look over at the space Louis previously occupied. "Okay."
Liam offers me a small smile and tugs me out of the door and down the street. I grab my coat as we walk out, shrugging on the jacket.
"You look really great tonight," Liam attempts to lighten the mood as we walk through the freezing night air.
"Thanks," I mumble, clutching onto his arm so I don't slip on the icy pavement.
Liam sighs as though bracing himself for the words about to come out. "Why did you kiss Harry?"
"I thought he was Louis," I mumble softly, staring at the ground.
"Oh GG," Liam says under his breath as he opens his car door for me, helping me in before jogging around to the drivers side.

Louis's POV
I stalk into the unfamiliar kitchen and clench my fists. I can't believe Genny would do something like that. And with Harry of all people! I thought I made it clear that I hated him but I guess she didn't get the message since her tongue was shoved down his throat.
I thought that we were on the same page but I guess I was wrong. I grab a beer out of the stocked fridge and chug it.
"You seem a little tense," a flirty voice says. I turn to see a pretty girl looking at me with a smirk on her face. She tosses her long brown hair over one shoulder.
"Maybe that's because I am," I reply and lean against the counter to talk to her. My eyes travel to the tight blue dress she's wearing that's barely covering her and I almost forget Genny.... Almost.
I sigh as the girl touches my arm, flirting her ass off. No matter what Genny did with Harry I still can't bring myself to sleep with this girl. Not without chatting with Genny first. Who knows, there could be some sort of explanation.
"So what do you say?" The girl asks, interrupting my thoughts.
"Huh?" I question. I didn't hear a word she said.
She giggles and her dainty hand slides up to my shoulder as she reaches up to whisper in my ear.
"Why don't we find a bedroom?" She asks boldly.
"I have a girlfriend," I stutter, unbelievably tempted by the offer.
"I don't see her," the girl remarks.
"I'm not going to cheat on her," I say finally, meeting the girls gaze.
She stares at me for a moment in disbelief before shrugging her shoulders like it was nothing. "Alright, but if you ever change your mind, call me."
Her hand slides down to my back pocket and I watch in awe as she types in her number. This girl is ballsy, I've never met anyone who would be so.. Straightforward.
She hands my phone back and I glance at the contact. Lulu. The name tickles at something in my memory but I swear I've never seen the girl before. I shrug off the suspicion and watch as she flounces away, the blue dress doing wonderful things for her arse.

Gennys POV
Liam drives me home, making small talk about the party and basically avoiding the topic of Harry and Louis completely. The fight sobered me up pretty quick and I'm thinking a bit clearer as we pull into the driveway, Henry waving from the doorway. I put my hand up to Henry, making it clear that I don't want him to open my door just yet, and turn to Liam.
"Thank you," I say softly, looking into his deep brown eyes.
He offers up a small smile and reaches over to grab my hand resting in my lap. He entwines our fingers as he talks. "Anytime you need someone to talk to, I'm here." His voice is so sincere that I can't help but believe him.
"Why?" I ask and stare down at our hands, unable to make eye contact.
"Why not?" He questions, the confusion in his voice evident.
"I'm a spoiled rich girl who shows up to school in a different car everyday and makes out with guys who she knows are bad even when her boyfriend is around. I've never asked you about any of your problems and you barely know anything about me other than the fact that I'm a horrible girlfriend and just a bad person in general," I practically whisper, trying to prevent my voice from cracking.
"Genny," Liam says gently. He grabs my chin and nudges my face up to look at his warm eyes. "I may not know you very well but I can tell that you're an amazing person. You're beautiful. And not just on the outside, even though that's gorgeous too. You care about other people, I've never heard you say a cruel word about the people who call you spoiled or an American brat. You couldn't care less about money and what it can buy, or you wouldn't waste your time with me. You deserve better than anyone is giving you. Don't ever say that you're a bad person because in the short time I've known you, you're the best person I know. Everyone here is so caught up in gossip and all anyone cares about is sex and status but you're different. You show genuine interest in people and try to make them comfortable but somehow manage to be confident and perfect while doing it. You're amazing, no part of you is horrible." His long fingers brush away the stray tears that fell out of my eyes at his kind words.
"Thank you," I whisper softly, remembering that my grandmother always told me not to deny a compliment. Fake the confidence until you make it.
He leans towards me and presses a soft kiss to my forehead.
I climb out of the car and walk up to my room in a daze. It's amazing to me that someone actually thinks good things about me.
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outfit
I slide into my seat, attempting to get Louis's attention by noisily sliding back my chair. He doesn't turn from his conversation with Adam, a guy I met briefly on my first day here. Sighing, I sit down, leaning my head on the table and burying my face to block out the light. I woke up this morning with a pounding headache, one only explained by a severe overestimate of my ability to hold liquor. I guess that's what I get for drinking.
The bell rings loudly, piercing my ears and signaling the start of the day. I raise my head slowly and watch out of the corner of my eye as Louis turns towards the front of the room, still not looking at me. I pull out my notebook and scrawl out a message before sliding it to Lou.
I'm sorry
I watch intently as he reads it, a blank expression on his face as he writes a response. He's actually talking to me so that's a good thing, right?
I can't forgive, or forget what you did.
Well shit. I write out my response quickly, my handwriting going sloppy.
I have an explanation, I swear.
His blank expression is replaced by a disgusted one as he scoffs aloud before responding.
I'd love to hear you charm your way out of this one.
I take the filled up tiny scrap of paper and slide it into my notebook, writing my response on a new piece.
I was drunk, and I've never gotten drunk before in my life. I didn't know it was Harry, I thought it was you.
I hastily shove the piece of paper at him, desperate to patch up this conflict and move on with our relationship. In my hurriedness I accidentally slide the paper off the table and into the center aisle. Right as Mr. Colin was walking by.
Just my luck.
"What's this?" He asks sarcastically and bends down, picking up the small scrap of paper and looking at it through his thin framed glasses. His eyebrows raise as he reads the message before turning to Louis and I.
"I assume this was meant for you, Mr. Tomlinson?" He asks and Louis nods guiltily. "Interesting," he mumbles before walking briskly to the front of the room.
"Now I'm sure the rest of the class is curious as to what was so horribly important that it couldn't possibly wait to talk about until after class," he says, meeting my eyes.
The entire class leans forward into their seats in anticipation of the note reading, waiting to hear the gossip. Mr. Colin clears his throat before reading loudly and clearly, annunciating every syllable. "I was drunk, and I've never gotten drunk in my life," he reads. "That's very interesting Ms. Gates, I'm sure your parents would like to hear this news," he comments. I think about telling him my parents are dead but decide against it, no need to drag that out. "I didn't know it was Harry, I thought it was you," he reads the rest of the note. A small snicker sounds from behind me but I bury my head in my hands, too humiliated to glare at whomever decided my embarrassment was funny.
"Now I'm assuming Ms. Gates is referring to you Mr. Styles, is that correct?" Mr. Colin inquires.
"That would be correct," Harry answers proudly, I can hear the smirk in his voice.
"So this may be a long shot, but if I had to guess I would say that Ms. Gates was writing to Mr. Tomlinson to apologize for 'hooking up' with Mr. Styles at some event where alcohol was involved, would that be correct?" Mr. Colin is just trying to make this as humiliating as humanely possible at this point. If I sank any further down in my chair I would be on the ground.
"Ms. Gates that was a direct question," Mr. Colin says from the front of the room.
"Something like that," I mumble my response, trying to hide from the prying eyes of the class.
"Well alright," mr. Colin says, satisfied with my answer. "Next time you want to work out your personal issues, please do it outside of my class. Now back on track..."

Notes

Sorry it's taken so long to update I've been in the hospital again and ugh. Anyways I hope you like it :)
will Louis forgive Genny?
What do you think of Liam?
Harry?