Poison

Gennys POV
"So Genny," Zayn says smoothly, throwing me a dazzling smile as he starts the car. "How was your day?"
"Uh good," I stutter, fazed by his blindingly white teeth. "How was yours?"
"Better now that I'm with you," he responds.
"Thats kind of cheesy," I point out, trying to gain confidence with him.
HIs melodic laugh rings out. "Why I suppose you're right," he says. "I like you Genny."
"Um thanks?" I say, unsure how to respond to his bluntness.
One of his long hands leaves the steering wheel and reaches over to me, resting on my knee. My eyes widen in shock as i stare down at his hand, warming my pale skin. His fingers rub small circles on my skin, leaving butterflies in my stomach and a tingling sensation in my body.
"I-I have a boyfriend," I manage to stutter out.
His only response is a light squeezing of me knee and a slow smirk.
"I know," he says smoothly.
Oh shit this is hot. I can't seem to avert my eyes from his hand, the tan skin contrasting against my winter pale. HIs hand moves to the top of my long black sock, covering most of my leg. He pushes it down and runs his finger tips along the newly exposed skin.
"Oh!" I gasp in surprise and he smirks before sliding his hand farther up my leg, playing with the hem of my dress.
"You have very soft skin," he mumbles. How he is able to focus on driving while simultaneously eliciting these insane sexual feelings in me is unbelievable.
His hand pushes up my dress and i immediately press my knees together, closing my thighs to his wandering hand. He chuckles and continues to push my dress upwards, baring more and more skin.
"Uh turn left here," I direct him with a stutter.
He nods and continues to keep a dark smirk on his face. His hand moves upwards, grazing the uppermost part of my thigh. I shudder at the touch and he smiles when he notices. To my relief, his hand doesn't try to push through between my legs, instead he runs his finger along the inside of my lace panties, which in retrospect, isn't much better. i moan as he pulls up the fabric and grazes my hip, his fingers trapped by my underwear.
I throw my head back into the seat as I gasp. His fingers are gentle against my skin, so soft that it's almost like he isn't even touching me.
His hand abruptly pulls back, out of my underwear, he rests it on the gear shift and i fight to compose myself.
His touch has left my heart pounding and hands trembling. I pull up the stocking he pushed down and yank down the hem of my dress so far that only a small sliver of my leg is visible between the top of my stocking and edge of my dress.
"Turn right," I whisper and he nods, turning into the driveway of my house. He rolls down his window and I explain to whoever is running the gates today that its me, the gates open slowly in front of us and zayn drives up.
"We should do this more often," Zayn suggests and parks the car in front of the door. I glance up and am surprised when I don't see Henry standing outside the door, though since he couldn't come get me either I shouldn't be surprised.
"What do you mean, all you did was give me a ride home," I say dumbly.
As a response Zayn simply leans across the seat to cup my face in his hands before pressing his lips to mine.
I freeze as his mouth moves against mine before slowly, i respond. I wrap my hands around his neck as we kiss slowly. He pulls away too soon and i breathe heavily at the butterflies in my stomach.
"I did more than that Genny," he says lowly, his voice sultry.
Oh my god.
"I-I should get going," I stutter and jump out of the car, walking quickly up to the front door. I glance back and watch as he drives away, leaving me more confused than ever.
~
"No I am telling you it was full on neck beard," I defend myself laughing.
Louis chuckles at my story and grabs my hand. I decided to come check on Louis since i didn't see him today. He's laying in bed, the only light coming from the small lamp on the table next to his bed.
"How was your day, love?" he asks, changing the subject. He grabs my hand and his skin is hot with a fever.
"Pretty good but I wish you weren't sick," I say with an exaggerated pout. "Speaking of, how are you feeling?"
He groans and rolls his head back into his pillow. "I'm okay, just hate being sick."
"You don't look okay," I observe. He's still in his pajamas and his skin is pale, he has a fever and hasn't eaten all day because he's been throwing up.
"That is exactly what i wanted to hear my girlfriend say," he says sarcastically.
I shrug and squeeze his hand gently, leaning back into the chair i dragged over to the side of his bed.
"I cannot tell a lie," I say formally.
"Good to know," he teases and rubs his thumb along my hand. The gesture makes me smile but i can't help but think back to Zayn earlier, the way he touched me left me feeling insane and sexual, especially compared to how louis is touching me now. i immediately feel guilty, Louis is my boyfriend, i need to stop thinking about Zayn and other guys or what kind of a girlfriend does that make me?
"Did we have any homework in science?" he asks slowly.
We begin the conversation about homework and school and how bad lunch was that day,small talk really. Eventually i have to get home because its getting late. I kiss Louis on the cheek and he insists on getting out of bed to walk me to the door.
I wrap a blanket around his shoulders as he leads me out, his plaid pajama bottoms hanging loosely on his waist.
"Thanks for stopping by Gen," He says warmly as we stand at the front door.
"Anytime Lou," I say and kiss his cheek one last time before rushing out of the house to Carlsons waiting black mercedes.
"Hi Carlson how was your day?" I ask as I hop in.
"Just fantastic," He says dryly before backing out of the driveway. I immediately pick up on his bad mood signals and pull out my phone to occupy me instead.
I check my messages and am surprised when i have more than a few unread texts.

Harry: I want to talk to you

I ignore the message before moving on to the next one.

Liam: I didn't even realize that louis wasn't at school today, sorry if you needed a ride!
Me: its okay everything worked out :)

I send the text and keep looking through them until I find one from a number I don't recognize.

Unknown: Hey genny this is Zayn. Just thought you should have my number so that we can plan a repeat of earlier ;)

Oh geez.
I ignore his message. It's easier to resist his charm when he isn't sitting right next to me.

Liam: how'd you get home?
Me: it was kind of strange, you know Zayn?
Liam: yes
Me: he gave me a ride
Liam: of course he did
Me: what do you mean?
Liam: nothing, don't worry about it. See ya tomorrow!

I set down my phone. It's really hard to understand what someone is thinking through text messages, but I feel like Liam's pissed or something.
I shrug it off and climb out of the car, heading up to my bedroom for the night.
I strip into some pajamas and crawl into bed, laying sprawled out under the covers. With restless thoughts of dark and mysterious boys, I slowly drift off.
The buzzing of my phone on my night table slowly brings me back to consciousness and I grab at it blindly.
"Hello?" I ask groggily, answering the call.
"Why don't you like me?" An annoyed voice asks.
I pull my phone away from my ear and look at the caller ID. it's Harry.
"Why are you calling me in the middle of the night?" I sigh and shut my eyes.
"Because I'm irritated," he answers. "Now why don't you like me?"
"Right now? Because you woke me up for the sheer fact that you were irritated," I explain through a yawn.
"Fine but why don't you like me in general?" He asks.
"I don't have to do this you know," I say with a sigh, contemplating just hanging up.
"Please," the irritation drains out of his voice, replaced with a weary desperation.
"Because you're pushy and arrogant," I explain.
"That's all?" He asks.
"You kissed me when you knew I had a boyfriend, you've been coming on to me from the moment I showed up here even though I made it clear I don't like you," I elaborate. "And you aren't nice."
"Wow," he says softly. I immediately feel bad for being so straightforward, but it's the truth.
"I'm sorry but you asked," I say softly.
"Do you want me to just leave you alone?" He asks, his voice vulnerable.
Oh gosh. Before, I thought that that was all that I wanted. But now...
"Maybe just stop being such an ass," I say sighing.
"So I don't have to leave you alone?" His voice is pleasantly surprised.
"As long as you stop sexually harassing me," I warn. "And let me go to sleep."
"Of course!" His voice shocks. "Go back to sleep! Good night Genny."
"Night Harry," I mumble and end the call before falling back to sleep.
Louis is going to be pissed.
~
"So let me get this straight," Louis says slowly as we walk around the grounds of my house, our boots crunching over the snow. "You agreed to be friends with the guy who I clearly asked you not to be around anymore."
"It sounds bad when you put it like that," I mutter. "I didn't agree to be friends with him. I just said he didn't have to leave me alone as long as he stopped sexually harassing me."
"And you really think he's going to stop," Louis's voice is strained and I can tell that he's trying not to raise his voice at me.
"He sounded..I don't know," I run my fingers through my hair in frustration. How do I explain this to him? When I woke up the morning after Harry's phone call I was surprised that I didn't regret my decision in giving him a second chance. "I believe in second chances," I sigh finally.
"So do I which is why we are still together," Louis mumbles and I look over at him in shock.
Wow. I fumble for a response but he has literally left me speechless. What do I even say to that? I don't know if I should feel outraged, upset, or beg for forgiveness. The emotions all muddle together.
We walk in silence, a large gap of space between us. I thought that telling Louis about Harry would be the right thing to do, honesty is the best policy and all that, but clearly I was wrong.
"I really am sorry," I finally manage to mutter, deciding on begging for forgiveness as my most powerful emotion.
Louis sighs and I look over at him. His breath comes out in puffs, leaving smoke in the freezing air in front of him. His blue eyes are cast upwards, looking at the clear blue sky.
"I know," he responds.
"Louis," I sigh and stop walking, my feet sinking into the snow. He turns to face my warily and looks at me, waiting for me to continue.
Instead of saying anything I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down to press my lips to his. He freezes in surprise at first but is quick to respond, bringing one of his hands up to touch my cheek while the other hooks around my waist, pulling me closer to his chest.
Suddenly the freezing air is forgotten as my body heats up along with the kiss. I have to stand on my toes to be able to kiss him in my flat shoes. The kiss intensifies faster than I anticipated, lacing itself with passion and longing.
We've made out before, but never like this. Usually when we kiss I get a tingling in my stomach and my cheeks turn pink, this time my entire body feels like it's on fire with desire. It's only him and I. Everything around us fades away as we kiss.
A throaty groan emits from him through our kiss and he turns us around so that I'm pressed against the outside wall of the house. Everywhere that our bodies could possibly be touching, they are. We move against each other with the kiss and I feel his hand slide down to touch my ass. He hoists me up and I comply willingly, wrapping my legs around his waist. He pushes my back against the wall and his hand moves up under my coat, and in turn under my shirt. His hand travels up the bare skin of my stomach, his frozen hands on my warm skin causing me to shiver. his mouth moves from mine down to my neck. He yanks off my scarf and tosses it aside, disregarding the expensive brand of it. He sucks on my neck and I moan in pleasure, succumbing to his will. I can't help the flash of Harry and I doing practically the same thing in the bathroom at school, but quickly trash the thought and try to focus back on Louis.
His teeth graze the skin of my neck and he sucks roughly. That's going to leave a mark.
I gasp in surprise at the pleasurable pain as he marks me, squeezing my eyes shut as he does so.
God I never knew that he could make me feel this good.
"Mine," Louis growls when he's finished, sliding me down to the ground. He tucks my mussed hair behind my ears and looks down at me with passion burning in his eyes. He presses one final kiss to my forehead before retrieving my scarf and wrapping it delicately around my neck.
We walk hand in hand back into the house, conversations about Harry forgotten. At least for now.

Notes

What are your thoughts on all the guys?
Where the hell is Niall??