Oh god. Frankie thinks I've fucked his cousin. This is just a great start to my day. "You're in a good mood this morning" Harry says flatly, giving Frankie a bored look while Frankie looks like he wants to strangle him. Frankie looks to me, and his eyes flare when he notices the raw state of my eyes, clenching his jaw and lifts his hand, snatching Harry by the ear making Harry yelp and curse "What the fu-" "Shut it hoe bag, get over here - before I smack the shit out of you" Frankie hisses, tugging Harry away and dragging him into the hallway around the corner from the kitchen; as Harry smacks at him while he gets dragged away like a toddler, snapping "O'right o'right, I'm coming - just let me go, fuck" I bring my hands up to rub my temples and close my eyes, sighing. Frankie has always been dramatic, he's also protective but I'm genuinely offended he thinks I've banged that smirky cousin of his; especially after only meeting him two days ago. Frankie should know me better than that. "You don't have to get so violent Frankie, Jesus - relax mate" Harrys voice grumbles from the hallway. "You listen to me, I don't care what you do or who you do it with, but one person you are not doing it with is Drew. Do you understand me? She doesn't need this shit, so find someone else alright?" Frankie scolds, trying to keep his voice low; I'm assuming thinking I can't hear them. It's a bit hard when they're only a few feet away, and Frankie has never been good at being subtle or quiet. "What are you, her Dad? Pretty sure she's a grown woman that can make her own choices" Harry throws back, sounding annoyed. "She can make her own choices, but she doesnt need you screwing her around, she's been through enough - do you hear me? Find another project to entertain yourself with" Frankie orders firmly, an irritated but worried tone to his voice. "I'm not fucking screwing her around, you have no idea what you're talking about. If I wanted a god damn lecture I'd call my mum, so can you cut the preacher act?" Harry says, his own voice becoming irritated and sounding offended. "Have you seen the state of her this'mornin? You call that not screwing her around? You're around her for less than 48 hours and I wake up to find her in my kitchen wearing your shirt that upset? You just can't help yourself can you?" Frankie hisses, not believing Harry in he slightest. "I don't know why she's upset that's what I was tryin'ta find out you idiot! It wasn't my fault! Can you stop acting like I'm some massive prick? Fuck you know me better than that Frankie, why are you being like this?" Harrys voice raises with his frustration, both of their voices clear as day ringing down the hall and around the kitchen. Subtle boys, real subtle. Great job. I frown, making my way towards the hallway; if I'm the topic of conversation I feel like I have a slight right to be present for it. I also need to make it very clear I did not, and will not be fucking that cousin of his. Frankie really needs to relax, but he also hasn't had his coffee and he tends to be a raging bitch if he doesn't get it. "Look Harry, I love you - I do, I'd do anything for you but when it comes to Drew that's where I draw the line, you keep your hands and dick to yourself. I do know what you're like and that is why I'm telling you, whatever you're doing stops right now" Frankie tells him, while I round the kitchen island towards the hallway. "So you're all bent out of shape over me fucking your friend? You've never had an issue with it before - why the fuck is it such problem now? You're acting like I'm some asshole trying to fuck with her feelings and you know that's not who I am, I'm up front with that shit" Harry argues, raising his voice louder. "She's not cut out for your shit Harry" Frankie snaps back "She's not like you, she's not like the usual people you go after and she has enough going on without you adding to it - you know you don't stick around, so don't act like you do, I don't care how upfront you are she isn't someone to cure your boredom with. I've got plenty of other friends, go screw them - I'll even give you their number but Drew is off limits" "You can't tell me who I spend time with Frankie, if she wants to fuck me that's her choice not yours. You don't have the first clue about what my intentions are with her - get off your high horse, we're both adults so quit acting like you can order either of us around, especially me" Can he please stop letting Frankie think we had sex? Why the hell hasn't he corrected him on that? For a second I thought Frankie may have been angry at me, or annoyed at the fact he thought we had slept together but it's obvious his anger is coming from what ever track record he knows his cousin apparently has. I love Frankie dearly, but I also don't need him doing this sort of thing; I know he's trying to look out for me and I appreciate, but I can look out for myself. I've always taken care of myself, I don't rely on other people and that's not changing any time soon. "And you don't have the first clue about her Harry!" Frankie throws back "You don't know what's been done to her, what she's been through and you are only going to cause more damage with how you are, she's not the right person for this. I'm being dead serious here, leave her alone" "What do you mean what's been done to her? You're acting like she's some helpless lamb that needs protecting. You're so fuckin' dramatic, you always have been" Harry scoffs, sounding confused but the irritation over being told what to do seems to get the better of him and his voice drops into a low defiant tone. "And if you keep trying to tell me what I can and can't do, I'll fuck her for a week straight just to teach you a lesson - you don't order me around, no one does" "Oh really? Was I going to be informed about us fucking? Or were you just going to wait until I was asleep or something? Just sedate me for a week?" I cut in sarcastically, standing at the start of the hallway with my hands on my hips, looking between the both of them. Harry is leant back against the wall, his arms folded over his bare chest while Frankie stands in front of him looking ready to blow a blood vessel in his forehead. Both Frankie and Harry look to me, Frankie still with an annoyed expression while Harrys eyes widen briefly, before his lips part - apparently forgetting I was in the room and not expecting me to hear that last part. I speak again before either of them can, and I point to Harry and back to myself, raising my brows "We are never fucking - understand? Hate to burst your bubble on that smirky" I point to Frankie, with an offended expression "And you should know better. I did not have sex with him, at this point I'd rather rip a fingernail off before I did that. You really think I'd break an almost two year dry spell on him?" I drop my hand, placing it back on my hip and keep my voice stern "And I appreciate what you're trying to do here Frankie, but I don't need you being a white night - I can take care of myself" "Two years?" Harry gapes, acting like that's the most ludicrous thing he's ever heard in his life "What are you practicing to be a fuckin' nun or something?" Of course that's the bit that caught his attention, he doesn't sound the least bit insulted over what I said about him, he's just staring at me like I just committed blasphemy against his religion.