The car ride with Harry has been fairly silent, aside from him trying to drag conversation out of me which isn't really going well for him. "You know, when you hang out with someone - generally you speak to each other" he points out, tapping his thumbs on the steering wheel to the music playing on the radio as we drive through traffic. I have no clue where we're going, hopefully it's somewhere with vodka so I can drink away this anxiety over being out with this dickhead. I'm just not good at socialising. Especially with someone like him. "Talk to the pig" I reply with a deadpan tone, staring straight ahead. Harry coughs to cover his laugh, and it's cute that he thinks I wasn't deadly fucking serious. "You really aren't going to talk are you?" he asks, for some insane reason sounding amused. "Nope" I reply, hoping that at the very least he will think I'm boring as a plank of wood and just end the night early. "That's fine, I'll just do the talking - tell you about myself, I'm sure you'll love that" he says and I can hear that damn smirk in his voice. I've never wished to be in a head on collision more in my life. Why did I agree to this? Oh right - a pig. Much to my dismay he starts to rattle off facts about himself like dot points and I just glare at the road ahead. "I'm English" No shit. "I hate tea" Oh no call the newspapers. "I'm 27" With the maturity of a 5 year old. "Favourite food is Nachos" ...Alright, I'll give you that one. Nachos are amazing. "I love music" How not vague of you. "I'm a hairdresser" Explains the hair. "I'm a photographer in the side" I'm sure you are. ...He seriously isn't going to stop talking is he? "I love to cook" Hopefully not Meth, but it'd explain a lot. "I am terrified of spiders" Looks like I'm getting a pet spider. "I can do this all night Drew" he grins, noticing me clenching my jaw and drumming my fingers against my thigh becoming more irritated by the second. I'm far too stubborn for my own good, I've already committed to this, so I just stay silent; not even glancing in his direction and this only encourages him apparently. "I didn't finish highschool" Fuck he really just won't shut up will he? He's like a toddler that follows you around asking 'why?' to every thing you say. "Never broken a bone in my life" Can't relate. "Favourite ice-cream flavour is mint with chocolate chips" I'm so close to knocking myself unconscious on this dashboard. "I fuck on the first date" For the first time, my eyes snap to him to see him staring at the road with a smug smile and I just stare at him with my brows shot up. I'm not surprised, in the slightest, I just didn't expect him to blurt that out after his damn laundry list of facts and have no idea why I needed that information. I also don't know if he's trying to imply something with that statement, so I decide just to knock that on the head before he gets any ideas. "Well there'll be no fucking on this date, keep your dick in your pants if you want to keep it in one piece" I say with a flat expression, but lift my brows at him as a warning. "I said this wasn't a date. But you just called this a date - that's interesting" he muses, now grinning. "What? No - now hang on a minute that's not what I meant" I blurt, trying to back track on what I said. "Nope. Too late. This a date now - your words, not mine." he says, his grin only growing and cementing the dimple in his cheek. "No I didn't mean-" "We're on a daaaate" he cuts me off in a sing song voice, and I have to hold myself back from opening the car door and throwing myself out into traffic. "We are not on a god damn date. And I don't even want to be here - so it's definitely not a fucking date" I argue, hoping we get wherever we are going soon so I don't have to be trapped in such an enclosed space with this smirky infuriating twat. "Well that's a lie" he laughs, glancing at me from the road "If you didn't want to be here, you wouldn't be in the car right now" I peer at him, squinting my eyes "Did you forget the part where you rocked up at my house and blackmailed me with a fucking pig?" Harry shrugs his shoulders, toying with his bottom lip between his fingers before he releases it; sucking in a thoughtful breath and pointing at me with a knowing tone. "You see the thing is Drew, there's no way I could force you into doing something you really didn't want to do with a pig trinket. Somewhere deep down, there was something that made you want to come out with me tonight - I'd love to find out what that is, considering you're so hell bent on the fact you can't stand me" "Maybe I'm plotting to kill you" I throw back, trying to cover for the fact he's actually right and that's what I can't stand. I know I had the option to just tell him to fuck off, or call Frankie to come collect his stupid cousin - I let that damn stunt with the pig waiver my resolve and I don't know why. Same reason I don't know why I keep thinking about him, granted it's usually thinking about how annoying he is but still. "Well killing your date isn't very polite" he tutts, pouting out his bottom lip but I can tell he's fighting another shit eating grin. "This isn't a date" I groan, throwing my head back against the seat and press my hands to my face. I don't even bother to reply when I hear Harry mumble under his breath "This is so a date"