"No, I just don't need sex like air - unlike some people, I function just fine without it" I say, raising my brows at Harry. "Actually, I think that's exactly what you need sweetheart, lack of oxygen fucks with your head" Harry smirks, cocking a suggestive brow at me. "So you two didn't....?" Frankie interrupts, gesturing between us with his finger. I shake my head, screwing my face up and at the same time that I say "No fucking way" Harry says "Not yet" with a sly look. "Not ever" I correct, glaring at Harry at the same time that Frankie thumps him up the side of the head. Harry swats Frankie away, scowling at him; then looks back to me with his face flooding with a smug knowing look. "Not ever? If I remember correctly there were a couple other things you said you wouldn't be doing as well. By the way, how's my shirt? Comfortable to sleep in?" "You're not going to let that go are you?" I groan, throwing my head back to stare at the ceiling, feeling the urge to smack that cocky look off his face again. "Nope" he grins, looking even more pleased with himself. "Why are you wearing his shirt any way?" Frankie pipes up, and I drop my face forward to look at him with a flat stare. "Because someone decided they were fucking hilarious and tipped half a bottle of water on my uniform last night" I gripe, looking to Harry and widening my eyes accusingly. "It was an accident" Harry says innocently, shrugging his shoulders. I narrow my eyes at him "Look - I need to go get dressed, I have things to do today. But just so we're clear, I didn't have sex with your idiot cousin, and there'll be no need to worry about it happening in the future" I'm talking to Frankie, but I keep my gaze on Harry, he only again - looks totally amused by what I'm saying. "Whatever helps you sleep at night love" Harry drawls, pushing off the wall and sauntering down the hall confidently to walk past me. As he passes me, he keeps his eyes on me, keeping that cheeky look and I smile at him sweetly, kicking my foot out to catch his. Harry stumbles forward with a shocked shout, taking large uncoordinated steps trying not to fall forward and face plant the floor. His hand grabs onto the wall as he steadies himself, looking over his shoulder with a shocked but annoyed crease of his brows. "Whoops? It was an accident" I say feigning innocence, holding my fingers to my lips as they form an 'oh'. Frankie snickers to himself, mumbling under his breath 'oh shit' "Did you enjoy your trip though? Maybe you can send me a postcard next time" I offer with a sarcastic genuine tone, acting like I'm asking him about a month long holiday he just took in Paris. Harry narrows his eyes at me, while he stands to straighten and turns to face me. I expect him to be irritated with me, but it's even worse when a mischievous smile tugs on his lips and he raises his brows at me. He doesn't say anything, which makes it even worse, just gives me a slow once over before sucking his bottom lip under his teeth, and turning to walk away with a spring in his step. Why do I feel like I've just started something I definitely don't want to finish? Wait, no hang on a minute - he started it, I was just repaying the favour. Oh for fuck sake. I harped on about not playing his little games, and that is exactly what I've inadvertently just done - he's got me participating in his little charade and that's exactly what he wants the little shit. I don't have a good feeling about this at all. ~•~ I felt less hostile after a shower, getting that twats shirt off and putting my uniform back on, that was now dry - I tried scalding some of the stress away which didn't really work that well but I definitely don't feel as aggressive towards that green eyed giant ass toddler. I had a brief conversation with Frankie, when Harry left and tried to reassure him that he had nothing to worry about. Unfortunately I think I'm the one that has something to worry about. Frankies face had softened, when he lowered his voice and asked 'Did you have one of your dreams again? That why you looked so upset this'mornin?' I had only nodded, shrugging 'I wouldn't call them dreams, dreams are pleasant but yeah - just the usual' Frankie explained he wasn't trying to overstep any bounds, or tell me what I should do but he was only worried about me and didn't want me getting hurt. 'I love my cousin, I've always been close with him and he's a fantastic mate, it's just... I know what you've been through, and I know what he's like with people he's interested in, it never lasts - I don't want to kill my cousin, that's all. It'll make things awkward at Christmas' I tried to dismiss Frankies concerns straight away, but at this point I'm wondering if it's only him I'm trying to convince.