predicament:(noun)

a difficult, unpleasant, or embarrassing situation. "the club's financial predicament" -synonyms: difficult situation, awkward situation, mess, difficulty, problematic situation, issue, plight, quandary, trouble, muddle, mare's nest, crisis; informal hole, fix, jam, sticky situation, pickle, scrape, bind, tight spot/corner, spot, corner, dilemma, hot/deep water, kettle of fish, how-do-you-do. "I really cannot understand how you could have allowed yourself to get into such a predicament"

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Joe

Heat, I feel hot.

Why do I fucking feel like I'm in a sauna? 

My eyes peel open at the feeling of sweat seeping from parts of my body. I attempt to move, only to find a body half laying on me. 

Memories of the events from last night come swarming back to me like water pouring down a spillway.

I had slept with Harry. 

Do I regret it? Fuck no. Could you really blame me though? I mean the guy practically looks like an angel. Everything about him is so perfect.

If there's one thing I regret, it would be telling him I remembered the man who had attempted to kidnap me that night. I didn't thank him for last night, I didn't mention it at all but instead, I told him about that guy and afterwards I fell asleep. 

Harry's legs are entangled with mine, one arm draped over my waist while his chest is pressed against my back.

Somehow, and don't fucking ask me how I managed to escape his body but I did.

I climbed off the bed and attempted to stand up. But, an ache in my lower region from last night's activity, restricted me from standing and I almost fell over but strong arms came to rest around me.

"You alright?" Fuck, his morning voice.

I leant my head back onto his chest as his arms held me in place. "I'm fine, just a little sore but a good sore."

His lips landed on my exposed neck, he planted a few kisses over my skin before saying, "I suggest you get dressed before we have a replay of last night."

A nervous chuckle escaped my lips, "Alright."

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Now fully dressed, in a shirt and jeans. I walked down the stairs and into the Kitchen to find a shirtless Harry boiling the kettle.

He turned on his heels and took me in, his eyes scanning my body. "Have I ever mentioned how beautiful you look?"

"No, I don't recall you have." My teeth came to land on my bottom lip, which I took between them. 

In three short strides, Harry stood before me. His arms wrapping around my waist as his forehead came into contact with my own, "Well then, you look beautiful Joe."

My cheeks heated up at his compliment. "I would say, you look handsome but that's an understatement."

"I'm sorry?"

Fuck, did I say that out loud?

"So, are we meeting up with Karren?" I quickly change the subject.

Harry replies to my subject change by saying, "Ugh, yeah. She's actually dropping by shortly."

"Oh," 

His lips skim across my right ear and his hands run along the curves of my sides. "But first I wanted to talk to you," Oh god, here it comes. "Bout last night."

Fuck.

"What about it?" I sound like a fucking idiot, I swear it's because I'm a blonde (No offence ladies or gentlemen). 

I feel his lips nibble on my earlobe, sending shivers across my skin. "You asked me out last night, I wanted to make sure I didn't dream it."

"If it were a dream then we didn't have sex." I blurt out.

His hands suddenly grip my waist and he hoists my body--effortlessly I might add--up on the kitchen bench, then stand between my legs. "If that's the case, then I think we better replay-"

Harry is, unfortunately, cut off by the ringing of his doorbell. "Fuck," he mutters under his breath. "She's early." I hop off the bench with his help. 

When the bell rings again, my lips part to tell him to answer it but his own lips enclose around them, cutting off my attempt to speak.

My hand hands automatically grip his shoulders as he kisses me passionately yet hard. 

He pulls away leaving me breathless, "I needed that." He breathes against my lips. "I'll be back baby."

I nod my head watching him leave the room as the kettle finishes boiling. Turning my attention to the kettle, I take out three cups just in case Karren wants a drink. 

Seconds, after I've placed the cups on the benchtop Harry's voice, floats through the air, and soon after, he enters the Lounge room with Karren behind him

"Harry, listen to me, it's too dangerous, I don't think it's a-" Her mouth closes when her eyes catch me standing in the kitchen area. "Oh, good morning Joe."

Harry scoffs at her comment and walks over to where I'm standing but instead of approaching me, he grabs his phone off the benchtop and dials an unknown number. 

"Harry-" Karren rolls her eyes and walks over to him

But the person on the other end, I'm assuming already answered because Harry says, "What's your game?" His voice is laced with anger. "Cut the crap would ya?" 

Karren mouths to Harry, Speaker.

Harry nods his head and presses a button on his phone.

The voice on the other end comes through saying, "Look, Hazz, I don't know what you're talking about."

"Fuck off Zayn, you know exactly what I'm talking about. Sending someone to Kidnap Joe Hemmings."

"Who the fuck is Joe Hemmings? Fucking stop with the assumptions Styles." 

"Oh drop the innocent act Zayn." Harry spits at this guy--Zayn. "We have evidence that you hired a guy to-"

"Fine, you got me. Sure, I hired a guy to kidnap the slut, but I was forced, Harry." There's a short pause. "He has my sisters, what was I suppose to do?"

This time Karren speaks up, "Henry Hemmings is holding your sisters?"

"Who fuck is that?" Zayn's voice strains on the other end, but he sighs. "Yes, that fucking bastard said if I don't deliver Joe Hemmings or Harry's head to him-" There's another pause. "My sisters are going to die." 

"Zayn, why didn't you tell me?" Harry looks over at me, concern filling his orbs.

A bitter laugh comes through the phone, "Now why would I tell the guy who took everything from me?" Zayn spits.

"That's not true-"

"Yeah? You pretty much stole my entire business!" 

I can tell Harry is starting to get pissed off. "I bought it fair a square, you know as well as I do if I hadn't bought it. Your business would've gone bankrupt." 

"Bullshit! Anyway, Henry wants revenge and I get the feeling he's not going to give up and neither will I. My sisters depend on it, but a word of advice Harry watch out because-" The line suddenly goes dead.

Karren watches Harry as he runs a hand through his hair. "Okay, so it looks like we have a hostage situation." She breaks the silence. "Harry, I'm going to try and track down the man who tried to abduct her, in the meantime, don't let Joe out of your sight." 

"I can take care of myself," I state, folding my arms across my chest.

"I don't think you understand the situation here. Joe, someone wants you dead, you're father has already been murdered, it won't be very hard for them to-" My eyes begin to tear up at her fucking harsh words. 

"Karren! That's enough!" Harry interrupts her and walks over to me, taking my body in his arms. I can't stop the unwanted tears that spill down my cheeks and the sobs which escape from my throat. "Shh, it's fine, you're fine, you're safe. I promised I'll protect you and I will." He soothes me.

But words aren't enough when your life is on the line.

How did things get so fucked up? From finding out you have tattoo's and losing your virginity to now being targeted by your Uncle who pretended to be your dad. 

How can one person protect you from that? They can't, it's that simple. 

And with me being here with Harry, it's putting his life in danger too.

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A/N:

Question for you guys,

Which cover for my Louis fanfic do you like most? And what can I do to improve it?

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Which one? A, B, C or D?

Also, if you haven't already, please check S.O.S Fernando (Louis Tomlinson) out. I dunno if I'll continue it or not :/