"Woah Drew, babe calm down" Frankie says, approaching me and grasps my shoulders looking guilty and concerned because I never usually have a temper like this "I just came to pick up the fur kid, brought my cousin with me because he wanted to come for a drive" He leans forward, whispering so only I can hear "I know your mum is away for the week, it's the only reason I said he could come, I would have said no otherwise- I'm really sorry, I should have asked first. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable" He gives me an apologetic earnest look, rubbing his hands up and down my arms trying to settle me. I'm honestly not trying to be rude, I hate being rude to people, but this whole situation has sent my brain into a meltdown and my anxiety has exploded out of me in irritation, and that idiots arrogant attitude is only antagonising it. I'm extremely private, I don't like letting people into my personal life and this house and the situation in it is very personal and - Wait. Cousin? Oh god no. Please no. It gets worse, how could this actually get worse? "That is your cousin?" I gape distressed "That's who is coming to live with you from overseas? You've got to be fucking kidding me!" "You could have mentioned that he was a fucking curly haired twat" I whisper yell, still flustered and Frankie - for some reason laughs. "So I'm assuming you two did meet, he can have that effect on people, sounds like it went well" he says sarcastically, still looking amused and chuckling to himself. Oh great, they're a pair. Smirky and chuckles, even better - it's becoming more obvious they're related, I should have noticed it earlier. Frankie mentioned to me a couple of months ago, that his cousin was coming to Australia to live with he and Alex, from overseas but didn't specify where from it much about them and honestly I didn't ask many questions, I barely remember the quick conversation and it had been completely forgotten until this very moment. I really wish I had of taken that running jump off the deck now. Speaking of smirky, he's been unusually quiet but when I hear cooing and baby talk, I look back to the doorway, my blood running cold when I see Harry crouched down, with my dog on his back in front of him while he scratches and rubs his stomach with a bright smile. I'm sorry - I thought my dogs name was Gizmo, not Judas, the little traitor! "Oh, see you've met Gizmo, that's who we're picking up and babysitting tonight" Frankie says cheerfully, looking over at my dog betraying me for belly rubs like the disloyal tart he is. Spoke to soon, it can get a lot worse. Harry pauses, lifting his eyes to me slowly and the look of realisation washing over his face as another devious smirk pulls on his lips makes me want to literally walk into my kitchen and stick a fork in my toaster. This can't be happening. "Gizmo? That his name is it?" Harry says, playing dumb but giving me a knowing look and I swear I'm about to faint. He glances down to my slut for tummy rubs asshole of a dog, raising his brows "Hey Gizmo, I've heard a lot about you - you look a bit different than I imagined" he glances back to me smugly and looks back to Gizmo "Nice to finally meet you" This is fine. The man that made me nearly throw myself over a railing last night while he tried to eat me with his eyes, is in my doorway patting the dog who's name I gave him last night as my fabricated boyfriend before I bolted away from him like my ass was on fire - after I pretended I was blind when I walked in on him getting a blow job. This is fine. ... Not one of the most mortifying experiences of my life at all. "Oh did Drew tell you about him at the party last night?" Frankie asks, completely oblivious to the undertone of what's going on with Harry and my dog right now and trying to ease the tension, making conversation. I can't move, I'm just paralysed, staring at Harry with absolutely no clue what to do in this situation and he is staring at me like this is the best day of his life. Is this what hell feels like? Did I die in my sleep and go to hell? I clear my throat, even though it does nothing my voice still squeaks out, cracked and stressed "You should take Gizmo back to your place now, I have to start work early and I have to get ready - like right now" I lie, talking to Frankie before Harry can reply, but still staring at Harry who refuses to take his eyes off of me. Harry cocks a disbelieving brow at me, but Frankie doesn't realise why I'm acting like this and thinks I'm just being my usual bizarre awkward self and I'm stressed from the stranger in my house. "Oh... Well it's lucky I turned up now then" Frankie says, glancing between Harry and I again like he's trying to figure out what the issue between us is. "Are you still picking him up at 10?" he asks, walking to the coat hooks on the wall in the kitchen and grabbing Gizmos leash before walking over to hook it onto his collar. "Yep. 10pm" I squeak, the embarrassment and stress in me making it harder and harder to get words out. Why can't I look away from that curly haired dickhead in my damn doorway! Harry stands, not wavering his eyes from me, wetting his lips and giving me a once over, and pursing his lips thoughtfully. I know for fact I do not want to know what's going through that head of his right now. I think Frankie is just trying to leave quicker to try and ease the weird frantic state I'm in, when he walks over to me with gizmo waddling behind on his leash. "We'll get going so you can get ready" he says, but creases his brows in that worried look I know so well now "Are you okay?" I know the meaning behind that question, and it's asking a lot more than if I'm okay. I understand why he's asking, he asks a lot because I know it scares him but I hate it at the same time, I hate that I worry him. I never wanted to burden him with that. "M'okay, just stressed, need to get ready" I reassure him quietly. I also need you to get your damn cousin and his infuriating shit eating grin out of my house. Frankie gives me a slow nod, unsure if he believes me or not but doesn't push it any further "Alright, well we'll get going" I nod, forcing a tight smile, and crouch down to kiss the top of Gizmos head "See you tonight Gizzy, be a good boy" I lean forward, whispering to him so only he can hear "You little shit" I stand and Frankie walks towards the front door, singing out a 'see you tonight' before sliding past Harry in the door way with a slow gizmo trudging behind, he murmurs something to Harry about hurrying up as he passes him and Harry just raises his brows with a cheeky smile. I turn to make a break for my bedroom, not even bothering to say goodbye to him, I feel like if I open my mouth again I'm going to vomit. I only get a few steps in the direction of my bedroom before I hear that deep voice drawl behind me. "Hey Drew?" I freeze, my body going rigid and I don't dare turn around or make a sound. Please just leave already. "Just wanted to say, I really enjoyed the show earlier - black panties are my absolute favourite" he says slyly, that smirk evident in his voice and I feel my stomach drop to the floor. "Nice slippers too love" he adds, sounding smug and coy at the same time "I'll catch you around, heart breaker - good seeing you again" I hear the door close, and my eyes snap down to my bare legs as I realise what I've been wearing this entire time, too distracted by the shock of those consuming eyes in my doorway to remember I was in a t-shirt that barely covered my butt and obnoxious pink fuzzy dog slippers. How does he know about my fucking panties though? Oh god... When I was dancing, jumping around like I was a epileptic rockstar to Queen - I've flashed British Satan my ass... Repeatedly. I throw my head back shaking it, tossing my arms out at my sides, and groaning "Any time you're ready universe, if you're gonna fuck me this hard you could at least buy me flowers and run me a warm bath with a hair dryer thrown in as a bath bomb, it's the polite thing to do!" And to top it all off, the real kicker to all of this - the worst part of all, is those green eyes don't belong to a stranger any more. They're Harrys.