Harry Styles & Shawn Mendes Imagines

Trusting Passion (H.S. Bad Boy)

The hot ice of his breath tingled the nerves on the back of your neck and descended your spine. Who were you to be with someone like Harry? You were an honors student who had an interest in history, he on the other hand was a barely passing student who only had an interest in you.

Harry spun you around tightly to his body, the liquor prominent on his breath. He smelt like burning firewood, and fresh air, and his touch somehow bestowed the softness of an eagles feather. Standing there before him, you knew that you should have been anywhere else, but your feet agreed with your heart, passion, and desire, and refused to move.

"I trust you, Harry." You said this so quietly that you yourself could barely make it out.

"Funny," he smirked, "no one has ever told me that before."

Harry's arms held you so closely against his bare chest that you couldn't move, not that you wanted to be anywhere but exactly there.

"This is your last chance to leave." Harry whispered in the silent surrounding.

"I'll never leave." Your passion sang closing into his soft lips.

"Neither will I." Harry closed his eyes and kissed you with more emotion than you believed he had ever felt in his life.

Maybe that's why you trusted the bad boy; good guys aren't actually good, so you never know when they might change. On the other hand, you can always expect a bad boy to live up to his reputation, or surprise you when you least expect it.

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