Fallacious:(adjective)

Based on a mistaken belief. "fallacious arguments" -synonyms: erroneous, false, untrue, wrong, incorrect, faulty, flawed, inaccurate, inexact, imprecise, mistaken, misinformed, misguided, misleading, deceptive, delusive, delusory, illusory, sophistic, specious, fictitious, spurious, fabricated, distorted, made up, trumped up; baseless, groundless, unfounded, foundationless, unsubstantiated, unproven, unsupported, uncorroborated, ill-founded, without basis, without foundation; informalbogus, phoney, iffy, dicey, full of holes, (way) off beam; informaldodgy "the fallacious assumption underlying this reasoning"

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Joe

It was so wrong, so very wrong.

I don't know what feels worse, pushing him away, or seeing the hurt in those olive green eyes. I physically force my feet to move, my brain was telling my body to run back to Mr Styles but I didn't. I left him standing there, hurt.

That was two hours ago.

Placing my hands on the shower wall, I close my eyes and release a sigh feeling the warm water soaking my body. 

Since the bathroom shares the same wall as the room Mr Styles was resting in. I couldn't help but overhear him moving around and then he starts--Singing?

"If you like causing trouble up in hotel rooms-" He started out quietly, the sound of his beautiful voice making contact with my eardrums. "-And if you like having secret little rendezvous," His singing becomes louder, I figured he's standing right on the other side of the wall. "If you like to do the things you know that we shouldn't do." There's a slight pause, I press my ear against the wall and turn the shower down a little before I hear him sing. "Baby, I'm perfect. Baby, I'm perfect for you."  

Then it goes silent.

Fuck.

I close my eyes as a tear escapes my lids and gets lost in the water already flowing down my body, "I'm so sorry," I whisper with my forehead pressed against the wall. "I didn't mean to hurt you,"

"I know you didn't."

Arms wrap around my waist, a small shriek is released from deep within my throat. My eyes land on the tattooed arms. "M-Mr Styles-W-what are you d-doing in here?"

Stop stuttering, you sound like a fucking idiot.

I feel his chin resting on my right shoulder, "I'm not angry at you, but why'd you do it?"

My bottom lip gets trapped between my teeth, I feel tears escaping my eyes again. "For your safety I-"

"You thought, pushing me away would stop your dad from doing me further harm?"

Well, there goes that fucking plan, god this guys good. 

"Listen, Joe, I know your father, even if we stopped this relationship-"

Relationship? is that guy a bloody idiot or something?

This is where I turned around, eyes narrowing at him. I completely ignored that fact we're both standing under the shower completely and utterly bare. Seeing the top of his chest and tattoos that cover his skin, is enough to fucking turn me on and make me weak at the knees. 

"Relationship? Mr Styles, I don't know what you're thinking, but I am not in a relationship with you, nor do I ever plan to be." I put my hands against his chest, which was a fucking mistake. 

My eyes instantly land on his chest, or more so, his butterfly tattoo, not to mention his-

"Stop staring at my willy,"

I laugh, I fucking laugh hard. "Who the hell calls it that?"

With his hands still on my waist, he smirks down at me. "Would you prefer me to call it Snake? Because I know what my snake wants to bite."

"Stop," I laugh, turning around and slightly bending over to turn the tap off. That is until I feel his, snake, pressed against my ass. "Oi! You better stop it, or I'll cut the head off your snake." 

"feisty, I like it, babe." He snickers before exiting the shower. 

Rolling my eyes, I turn the water off. I'm surprised to see him standing there with a towel hanging around his waist as he holds a towel open for me. My arms are quick to fold against my chest, in an attempt to-

"I've already seen everything before, relax."

I mutter a fuck, then step out and into the towel. Looking into his eyes I notice the way he looks at me. "What?"

"You're so beautiful, Joe."

"Stop with the compliments Mr Styles," When I walk past him, I can't help but notice the huge purple bruises on his ribs. "I'm sorry-"

"I don't need your concern, Ms Hemmings, but thank you." He watches as I close the toilet lid and take a seat on it.

I place my elbows on my knees and my head falls into my hands. "This is so fucking messed up," I mumble mostly to myself. "We're so messed up."

"It's okay-"

"How can you say that?" I cry into my hands. "How can you say everything is okay! When it clearly isn't! My dad wants you dead for fuck sake! And you permanently marked my skin!"

"If it's any consolation, I think the tattoos look hot on you." Suddenly his voice gains a serious tone as he says. "Look, Joe, I don't know why I would tattoo you like that, or what happened between us on that night. But I do know I feel something for you."

"I know," I admit, peering through my hands to find him sliding jeans on himself. "I feel it too," I stand up from the toilet seat. "Mr Styles-"

"Call me Harry,"

"Harry," I correct myself and walk over to where I had left my clothes. "You asked me a question before, and I change my answer to yes."

"Huh?" He pulls a white tee-shirt over his head, he's not looking at me so I take this time to quickly put pants and a shirt on. Once fully dressed I approach him, my hands snake around his body from behind. "Joe-"

He turns around to meet my eyes staring right back into his green ones, "Harry, I'll allow you to take me out. Because I would like to find out what happened, maybe spending time with you will trigger something, a memory-"

Harry grips my hips and pulls me flush against his body, I gasp when his lips find mine and he kisses me with so much passion my breath is almost knocked out. 

But before the kiss has a chance to become heated, the bathroom door flies open.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Billy leans against the doorframe with an amused look plastered on her face. "If you had hot, angry shower sex in my bathroom, so help me god I will-"

I step back from Harry, "Yes, because he fucked me so hard in your shower with his fractured ribs."

"Don't tempt me, just cuz I may be injured doesn't mean I'm out of action-"

"Woah! Geez, TMI much?" Billy stares at Harry, her mouth is slightly parted she then diverts her gaze to me. "Joe, can I talk to you for a second?"

Nodding my head, I walk past Harry who watches my every move. Billy leads me into her bedroom and slams the door shut.

"What the fuck was that?" She spins around to face me. "So what? Are you actually sleeping with him now? Whatever happened to-"

"I did not have sex with him, will you chill!?" I growl, crossing my arms over my chest. "Besides, aren't you the one who said get close to him?"

"I didn't mean get close so that he's fucking inside of you!" She spits.

"Wait," I laugh, smirking at her. "You're jealous," She stares at me like I'm insane. "Oh my god, you are! You're so-"

She quickly slams her hand against my mouth. "Yes, alright? I am jealous. You get him all to yourself. Babe, he's the god of all men. Of course, I'm jealous!" She removes her hand from my mouths before asking, "What did he want anyway?"

"He wants to take me out, I agreed because-Well, Billy, fuck, I'm so curious to find out why I would let him tattoo me and take my virginity-"

"Girl, have you seen him? I'd gladly spread my legs for him. Damn, he must have a thick and super long di-"

"Can you not daydream about him like that?" I chuckle seeing her cheeks blush.

Billy smirks at me. "You're so lucky," She says. "Why couldn't it be me?" 

"Seriously, Billy what if I fall in love with him?" 

If I actually fall in love, then Luke's plan would be ruined. I'd fuck it up big time.

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A/N: What do you think Luke's plan is?

Do you think Joe's father will try arrest Harry again?

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P.s thank you, babes, for reading this book, it just hit 1.1k reads! I love you all <3