Impenetrable:(Adjective)

impossible to understand. "her expression was impenetrable." -synonyms: incomprehensible, unfathomable, fathomless, inexplicable, unintelligible, unclear, baffling, bewildering, puzzling, perplexing, confusing, abstruse, obscure, opaque, recondite, inscrutable, mysterious, cryptic, Delphic; complex, complicated, difficult, hard; archaic wildering; rare insolvable. "these statistics can seem impenetrable and tedious."

-

"This love is only getting stronger, and I don't wanna wait any longer. I just wanna tell the world that you're mine, girl."

Song: They Don't Know About Us

Artist: One Direction

-

Joe

I really, really, really, really, REALLY, would appreciate that hole right about now.

I fucked up.

I shoulda told him how I feel. So, why didn't I? Oh yeah, because I'm a complete and utter idiot. 

Saving myself from humiliation I ended up walking--or rather, limping into Harry's bathroom, which unfortunately happens to be connected to the bedroom. Anyway, to cut my sob story short, I'm fucking pathetic that's what I am.

To make me look even more idiotic, I'm currently sitting on the Loo well, kinda? I mean my left side is sitting on the toilet but because of my sore; my right side isn't. 

Yeah, that didn't make any sense.  

You know how some people say, 'crying doesn't make you weak, it makes you strong.'

Well, do you also know, how fucking wrong that statement is? because I sure do. If it wasn't wrong, I wouldn't be pretty much drowning in my own tears right now.

I know, I need to stop feeling sorry for myself but, truth is, I deserve my own sorrow.

"Joe?" Fuck, please go away. "Joe? Are you alright?" No, I'm not, now leave me to die in peace, thank you, Harry. "You've been in there for awhile now, I'm getting worried." 

"I'm fine," I reply, wiping tears from my cheeks. "I'm just-" Fucked up? An idiot? Moron? "-having issues d-doing a shit." I hiccup but quickly cover it up with a cough.

Five minutes have past, (give or take) and there's been no word from Harry, so hopefully, he's left me to drown in my own pity.

Which is what I plan on doing.

Since so much has happened, I'm beginning to wonder if I should tell Harry I love him, regardless of if it's true or not. I mean, what happens if Uncle Henry gets me, or kills Harry? I'd lose my chances of telling him how I feel. 

But what happens if he doesn't feel the same way?

"What'd you mean? Feel the same way?" 

My head suddenly snaps upwards at the sound of his voice, inside the bathroom.

Sprung.... fuck...

"H-Harry? How did you get in-"

He stands at the open door, arms crossed, I watch as he holds his hand in the air with a set of keys dangling from it. "My Penthouse, I have keys ya know." 

I think I just swallowed my tongue.

A little help would be nice, thanks.

"So," Harry puts the key in his pants pockets before he walks over to me. "Mind telling me why you've been crying?"

I do actually. 

"Oh, nothing really, just worried is all and my leg is a little sore." Little white lies can't hurt, right? 

Once he stands right in front of me, Harry kneels down. Reaching out, his fingers brush over my left cheekbone as he says, "Babe, I don't believe you."

"W-what?"

"Don't get me wrong, you're leg is probably sore and you're worried but truth is, you don't think I have feelings for you."

A frown forms on my face, "Really Harry? We're not having this conversation right now."

"And why not?" I roll my eyes as he smirks. 

Instead of answering him, I allow shit to drop from my butt and into the toilet; creating a sploosh sound.

Harry instantly stands up and steps backwards, "Geez, you could warn a fella before doing that."

"But Harry, you're my boyfriend right? Isn't it, your job to be here with me?" I still can't get over the fact he called me his girlfriend. 

We never really spoke about titles, just mentioned about me being his. Whatever that means.

Once again Harry kneels before me, and regardless of the shit scent that's engulfing us; he smiles. "Yes, I'm your boyfriend."

"I don't recall you asking,"

"I recall you asking me," He cheekily grins. "But alright then."

"Huh?" My brows raise and hands grip the toilet seat beneath me.

Harry's thumb strokes over my bottom lip as he leans his forehead against mine, "Joe Hemmings, will you be my girlfriend?"

My lips part to answer his question but before I can, I accidentally fart, loudly I might add. 

"Well, that wasn't very romantic," He laughs along with a cough, eyes scanning my face. "If you don't want to, you don't gotta fart, you could just say-"

"Yes Harry," The words slip out of my mouth before I could stop them. Well, not that I would've stopped them anyway. "I want to be your girlfriend."

He cheekily grins and then, regardless of the location we're currently in. Harry, moulds his lips to mine and kisses me. 

But I pull away from him saying, "We're so not normal."

"Why'd you think that?" He leans forward and leaves sloppy kisses along my neck. 

I giggle and push him away. "Well, for starters, I'm in the middle of shitting and you ask me out and now you're trying to kiss me."

"Mmm, I don't see anything wrong with that," he smirks and gently sucks on my skin, I almost moan until a plop causes my cheeks to heat up. "Woah, I'm just gonna wait in the bedroom. Let me know when you finish and I'll help you walk."

I nod my head as Harry plants a kiss on my forehead and leaves. 

A few minutes later, I've finished relieving myself and carefully make my way to the bathroom sink. My hand brushes over the bandage covering my right thigh, I can't help to wonder who did throw that brick. 

I hear my phone ringing from my back pocket, when I pull it out and checked the caller Id, it's unknown.

So, of course, I answer it. 

"Hello?"

"Hi love, I really do hope you're okay and all. But, just thought I'd warn you, Harry isn't who you think he is. He has secrets, secrets that involve the lovely tattoo's on your perfect body."

My brows furrowed and a crease forms in the middle of them, with my lips straight I ask. "Who the fuck is this?"

It's obvious this person is English, due to the thick accent. But it could be anyone. 

"I'm afraid I can't tell you, love. Although, I have a message for Harry, please let him know the game has only begun." 

"Who-"

"Oh and Ms Hemmings," My lips part and eyes widen when he says three simple words. "We have Billy." 

-

A/N: I was beginning to think Billy fell off the face of the earth, she just vanished. But now we know. And whoever that was, don't mess with our Jarry!