Chapter Twelve-3

"Excuse you" I scoff, irritated by his jab at my voluntary choice to not waste my time with that bullshit "Why the hell are you so hung up on that?" "It's interesting" "No it's not" I argue, jumping when his hand comes up to tuck my hair behind my ear thats fallen forward to cover my face as I still stare straight ahead. I've only just opened up to Frankie about this in the last couple months, so this idiot has more of a chance of getting struck by lightning than getting me to elaborate on this. "I think it's very interesting, and I'd like to find out why you've chosen to do that - because it has to be a choice, there's no way it's because other people don't want you" he says, leaning closer. Is personal space not a fucking thing in England? "Maybe I just prefer men that don't talk and require batteries" I quip, starting to feel my heart race faster the longer we stay like this. He's copping an elbow to the ribs if he keeps going. "Mmmm" he hums "I doubt that. But - if you ever need a hand, I'm happy to help" "Nah, I've got two thanks - I'm fine with those" I reply with my voice tight, damn near squeaking when he leans into my ear again. "I'm sure you're more than fine with them love"  he coos and then pulls back, standing up straight while I stay completely stiff, and try to slow my pulse back down. "Take another shot" he grins, searching his eyes over my rigid figure. "I'm gonna need about 10 after that shit" I mutter, swallowing and trying to shake off that feeling stirring in my gut. "What was that?" he asks, keeping an eye as me while I stand and straighten up and grab hold of my pool cue, but avoid looking at him. "Nothing" He perches himself on the edge of the table, folding his arms in front of himself while he watches me walk around the table and bend over again, having to try and make another impossible shot with the black ball blocking the white ball again from where it's stopped in the table. Just as I'm about to hit the ball, Harrys voice pipes up. "It's distracting watching you hold that pool stick, makes me wonder what your hand looks like wrapped around something else" I snap my wide eyes to him just as I faulter when hit the ball with my mouth dropped, and the cue hits the ball at the wrong angle; sending it  flying it into the black ball and it has it shooting into the pocket across from him. "Oh no - looks like I win" a triumphant grin breaks out over his face and I glare at him. "You fucking cocksucker" Harry holds up his hands in surrender, shrugging with a cheeky look "Guilty as charged" "You did that on purpose - what happened to helping me?" I scoff, sitting the pool cue against the table so I don't use it as a weapon and stand to fold my arms in front of myself. Harry raised his brows, with a satisfied expression "You said you didn't want help remember? You wanted to do it yourself." "You're such a wanker" I say with a flat expression, and Harry cocks a brow coming to stand in front of me. "Nothing wrong with masturbation sweetheart" he pauses, giving me a once over and then smirks "As you're well aware of - I'm sure you're very familiar with it by now" Can he stop having digs at the fact I haven't been laid in nearly two years? What's the big fucking deal. I roll my eyes; keeping my body language guarded and shake my head at him "And you wonder why I think this whole wanting to just be my friend thing you go on about is bullshit" He gives me a quizzical look, quirking his brows and tilts his head "Why's that?" I look at him like it should be obvious, dropping my hands by my side "Really?" "Is it because I'm being honest about the fact I'd like to have sex with you?" he asks, looking curious about my answer. My face drops as I stare at him; not use to someone being that direct about that with me. "Uh... Yeah?" I say, raising my brows with a 'well duh' expression. Harry purses his lips, looking even more curious "Why can't friends have sex?" I scoff, pulling my face back and then laugh in realisation under my breath "Ohhhhhh you're one of those" "One of what?" he questions with his brows pinching together. I place my hands on my hips, cocking my head "One of those 'No feelings, just sex - friends with benefits' people" He squints at me "Bold assumption - but if I were, what's wrong with that?" "Because that never works - it's the same storyline every time" I say with a matter-of-fact tone "It always ends the same way. Someone gets feelings, or one person gets more invested than the other and it blows up in their face or even worse they just fall for each other and end up together" He give me a puzzled but amused look at my choice of wording at 'even worse' but seems more intrigued by what I've said. "Interesting" he notes, sounding thoughtful and like he's talking to himself and not me. I give him a questioning look but he ignores it, bending at the knees and leaning down to my eye level with a mischievous raise and drop of his brows. "Enough about that.Deals a deal and I won heart breaker - now it's time to have some fun" Why do I have a feeling the rest of this night is going to be anything but fun for me?