Zayns POV
I breathe in the dank air around me. God I hate this place. The battered old couch sags to the floor where Niall is sitting on it, smoking a joint to calm down.
"Do you really need to do that right now?" I snap and Niall takes another draw, puffing out the smoke in rings.
"Not my fault you are all hysterical and crazy and won't tell me what for," he says offhandedly.
I can't watch this anymore. I stalk into the small kitchen and slam my fist on the chipped yellow countertop, rattling the entire structure. God this place is such a piece of shit. I hear the front door slam shut and I walk back out into the living room where Niall is still smoking a joint. Liam stands in the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest and eyebrows raised.
"No Harry?" Liam asks as he scans the room.
"This is a non Harry meeting about Harry," I say harshly and take a seat on the dilapidated couch next to Niall. Liam sits in the arm chair with it's peeling upholstery. He leans back into the seat and looks at me with guarded curiosity.
"What about Harry?" Niall asks, putting the joint out in the ash tray on the end table.
"Why were all of us jumping at the chance to win this bet? All we get is this piece of shit house?" I say, prodding the boys to think.
Liam looks at me as though the answer is obvious, and it really is. "Because the house is more than just a house."
"Exactly," I say, standing up from all the energy coursing through my veins.
"I suppose I want the house because it means power," Niall mumbles just loud enough for Liam and I to hear.
"And why is it that the house is the only thing capable of giving you that power?" I prod Niall. Liam looks at me like I'm insane, and I guess I am.
"Because Harry is the one in control of the house, if he doesn't have it that means whoever does has the power," Liam answers for Niall. "We all already knew this mate, that's why we agreed to the bet."
"I just think that it's about time Harry lost a bet."

Harry's POV
I grab barbies small hand and drag her to the dance floor against her own volition.
"What the-" she says as I pull her behind me before I turn to face her, placing one of my hands on her hip while the other clutches her hand. I begin to sway us gracefully.
"Answer my question now," I say calmly while the anger boils up inside of me. "Who was that guy?"
"Just an old friend," she says with obvious sarcasm. She's hiding the truth from me and I do not like being lied to.
"Oh really?" I say with a humorless laugh. I see fear spark up in her eyes and revel in satisfaction scaring her gives me.
"Yes really," she says with obvious discomfort. I may be imagining it but I believe her hands are trembling. Just barely I can make out the shaking of her encased hand in mine.
"Then why are you scared," I whisper threateningly in her ear, pulling her fit body towards me and brushing my cheek against hers as I lean down. Even in her tall shoes I still have a few inches on her tiny frame.
"Who said I was scared," she whispers confidently in my ear. I inhale the scent of her shampoo and am mesmerized by the smell of roses and spice, a smell unusual but oh so intriguing.
"I can feel it," I respond only this time it isn't a threat, it's seduction. I place my lips softly at the base of her ear and lightly press them to her ear lobe, hoping for a reaction that never comes.
"The thing about you, mr. Styles, is that you seem to think I'm going to melt in a puddle at your feet the second you wrap your arms around me," Genevieve whispers sexily in my ear, sending a shiver up my spine. "But I can assure you, I have no interest in melting any time soon."
What the hell is this girl doing to me.

Gennys POV
I pull away from Harry's warm embrace and turn on my heel, pushing my way through the dancing bodies and off of the dance floor. I feel like I can't breathe. My head is light and my hands are shaking, all because of him. I quickly push through the room and out of the glass French doors, into the freezing night air. I suck in the brisk air and my head starts to clear.
I look around at the empty courtyard, a thin layer of snow covers the ground and more flakes fall gently from the sky. I wrap my arms around myself and shiver. I didn't realize how cold it would be out here, I wish I would have brought my jacket. Regardless, I walk further outside, away from the crowded ballroom and towards the empty street. A small garden and gate is the only thing separating me from the barren street. I brush some snow off of a concrete bench and sit gingerly, wincing as my bare thighs meet the icy concrete but my body soon adjusting.
I can't believe how much has happened in just this day in London. I miss my old school with my entire being. I miss Andrea and her idiocy. I miss Matthew and his creepiness. I miss Cathy and her way of getting on my nerves no matter what. I miss my old room and I miss the way I could drive out to the old house every other day and just sit on the front porch and swing back in forth, in my own little world. I miss how it was easy to forget things there but somehow, being an ocean away from my bad memories has made them all seem to flood back. But mostly I miss my parents. I miss how there I could feel them around me, and look at pictures of my dad and I at the beach when I was four, or flip through the pages of my moms favorite books tucked away in the library. It's only been a day and yet it feels as though a piece of me is missing. Not because I'm so far away, I've been away from home before, and much farther than London, but because I don't know when I get to go back. I wish to go home so much.
"It's a tad cold out here to be without a coat," a familiar voice calls out. My head whips around to the French doors and I see Louis standing there, his hands shoved into his pockets.
"Louis!" I exclaim happily. I had no idea he was here.
"Hi genny," Louis says with a smile and walks over to the bench where I'm sitting, shivering. He removes his sport coat and drapes it around my shoulders before taking a seat next to me. "Do you want to go inside?" Louis asks quizzically, taking in my clearly underdressed frame.
"Would it sound super crazy if I said no?" I ask honestly.
"Maybe a little," Louis says and winks before becoming serious. "But I get it, it's quite suffocating in there. That's why I walked out as well."
"That's exactly how I felt too," I mumble and pull his coat more securely around me. "Don't take this the wrong way but may I ask why you were invited to this thing in the first place?"
"My dad's a pretty well known lawyer," Louis says with a shrug. "He drags the entire family to stuff like this."
"I see," I say and look at Louis sparkling eyes. My body is angled towards him and his is angled towards mine as well.
"Why were you invited?" Louis asks huskily, his eyes focused on my lips.
My body tenses with anticipation for him to kiss me as I answer. "My grandparents are technology gurus and we get invited to stuff like this," I whisper, my mind distracted by his lips.
He reaches up his hand to brush a blond curl back from my face, tucking it delicately behind my ear. I feel myself blush as he caresses my cheek.
"You're quite beautiful," Louis mutters as his hand roams down to my chin. When I try to look down from embarrassment he gently pushes my chin up. He leans towards me and I feel the electricity between our bodies. His other hand wraps around my waist and gently pushes my torso closer to him. His face leans down and I close my eyes, the only thing I smell is the mint on his breath and his expensive cologne. The only thing I feel the places where his hands meet my body, warming my skin in a way no coat can.
His soft lips meet mine. Gently, sweetly, softly, he kisses me. I wrap my arms around his neck, locking him to me. We kiss as the snow falls around us like a dream. His coat wrapped around me and his long fingers holding my face in the kiss. My first kiss with Louis was, in a word, perfect.

Notes

How are the boys going to plot against Harry?
Will genny fall for Louis, the only guy who isn't a part of Harry's gang?
What will happen next if Harry finds out the Louis and genny kissed?