His lips quirk into a lazy smile, while he pulls himself to sit up, grunting and stretching his arms above his head to loosen his muscles that flex and contort in his torso as he acts like a feline stretching out their sleek body after a cat nap. I glance briefly at the other patterns and permanent drawings etched on his torso in black ink, not enough to take in their details but to notice they're there, and Harrys brows raise when he notices my brief look at his naked upper body. "Canoodling? Haven't heard that term from anyone besides my grandmother" he says with a tired amused expression, flopping his arms back down and places his hands behind himself, resting his weight on them. I narrow my eyes, folding my arms over my chest "Answer my question smirky, why are you in here asleep with my dog?" "You make me sound like one of the seven dwarfs with that nickname - smirky" he says, glancing over my figure, eyeing my thigh length black skirt and white fitted T-shirt, tilting his head "Nice uniform by the way" I huff, getting more irritated that he won't just answer what I've asked him "Yeah, you're the eighth drawf, the annoying one - answer my question" "Hm" he hums, pursing his lips before they pull into a lopsided smile, flashing that damn dimple again "So does that make you Snow White then? Been eating any apples lately?" I throw my fists down at my sides, pinching my eyes shut and hissing "Oh my god will you just answer my fucking question" "You know, if you were one of the seven dwarfs you'd be grumpy" he points out, smiling at how frustrated I am and I look around me to find something to throw at his smug head. "And he looked lonely, to answer your question" he adds, and my eyes snap back to his face, my brows lifting in surprise. "Didn't seem fair to leave your boyfriend in here all alone, looked like he could use the company" he says, giving me a knowing look with that cheeky smirk taking over his defined lips. My face falls, while my cheeks heat like a stove on the highest temperature, stumped on what to say back. Harry sits there looking pleased with himself, biting on his lower lip while he glances to Gizmos comatose body and back to me. I clear my throat, wishing the ground would just open up and swallow me and gesture towards Gizmo "Right well, I need to get him home - so... Thank you, for keeping him company, but I'm going to get going" I deflect, trying to ignore is obvious point about my lie from last night; but Harry creases his brows curiously, focusing his eyes on my face like he's observing my features. "You look tired" he states, dismissing what I just said and continues to observe me thoughtfully. I sigh, pinching my brows together and rubbing my fingers against the crease between them in annoyance "Because I am tired, which is why I need to go home - so if you don't mind, I'd like to get my dog-" "Why don't you just sleep here then?" he questions, like it should be an obvious thing for me to do. My hand drops from my face and I scrunch my nose up, pulling my face back in confusion "What?" Harry shrugs his shoulders, glancing at Gizmo and then focusing on me "You shouldn't drive when you're tired, and it's a thirty minute drive to your place from here - stay here and go home in the morning" Why does he give a shit if I'm tired? Why is this any of his business? "I'm not staying here" I argue, throwing my hands out at my sides to convey how ridiculous I think the idea is. "Why not?" he presses, lifting his brows to challenge me and expecting a rational reason. "Frankie is your best friend, he wouldn't care - he'd probably want you to stay if he saw how tired you look and do you really want to risk driving your boyfriend home that exhausted? 20% of fatal car crashes are from driver fatigue you know" I crease my brows, blinking at him "You're throwing statistics at me now?" "Can't argue with facts sweetheart" he muses, cocking his head with a satisfied expression. "How do you even know that?" I question, screwing my face up in confusion at how he could just pull that fact off the top of his head. "It was on a sign I saw the other day on the side of the road, good thing I paid attention to it" he explains, smiling to himself. I stare at him with a flat expression, struggling with how tired I am to keep this back and forth interaction between us going, I just don't have the energy. I dart my eyes to Gizmo, pulling my lips to the side as I begrudgingly consider what he said about driving home with him while I'm this tired. I've done it a lot, but never like this, I'm always exhausted any way but tonight in particular I'm absolutely wrecked and I found it hard enough to concentrate driving here after work. He and Frankie are definitely related, because using Gizmo to persuade me into things is something Frankie uses all the time, knowing its my Achilles heel and I can tell Harry has already sussed that out. The jerk. Normally I wouldn't be able to stay, no matter how exhausted I am I would have to get home to my mother, but I don't have that excuse tonight and it's definitely not something I would tell Harry regardless. I just still don't understand why he's being so persistent about this, obviously that irritating persistence is genetic in their damn family. "I have nothing to sleep in" I say, trying to use the last excuse my drained mind can come up with to not stay here. Honestly, I usually wouldn't care about staying here, I've spent the night here several times on the occasions I've had a brief break from my mother when she visits my sister but the fact that he's here is what's making the idea twist and constrict my insides with anxiety. "I can lend you a shirt to sleep in - just admit it, you don't have a reason not to stay" he says, looking satisfied and gloating that he has me cornered. I stare at Gizmo, the image of having a car accident and something awful happening to him flashing through my mind. I already deal with anxiety, the constant sick pit in my stomach about all of the useless what if's my mind conjures up and that's enough to have me conceding against my better judgement. I could care less what happens to me, but I don't know how I'd survive something happening to him, even risking the slightest chance of it makes me nauseous. "I don't want to stay" I tell him, folding my arms over my chest stubbornly "But I'm only doing this for him" I gesture my head towards to Gizmo, raising my brows to reiterate my point and Harry grins triumphantly. "Doesn't matter if you want to love, it's what you need, just accept it" he says, raising his brows back at me. I roll my eyes at him "You have no idea about the first thing I need, and I'm not sleeping in your shirt either" I say, sticking my chin up defiantly. Harry tilts his head coyly, wetting his lips like I've just set up a challenge he can't wait to conquer, but the ambiguous tone in his voice leaves me wondering which part of what I just said he's referring to when he taunts. "We'll just see about that love"