Bad Boy and The Angel

Meeting Harry

Shawn POV

I walk onto the tour bus to see Harry with his shirt off smoking in a bed.  He grunts once he sees me and leaps out of his bed. I look at him with wide eyes. The  ink curling over his skin makes him into a piece of art.

"So you're the famous Shawn Mendes, lovable gay best friend to all the girls across the world." Harry says mockingly walking face to face with me.  I roll my eyes and push him back. "Ahhh, so gay boy got attitude!" He says sarcastically.

"Do both of us a favor and don't talk to me, we will work on our music but we ARE NOT friends. Got it?" I say sternly walking around him to the empty top bunk. I throw my bags in the compartment and climb into the bunk.

"I wasn't planning on talking to you!" He storms into a different part of the bus and I laugh. Who does he think he his? Making fun of my sexuality, I can't help who I am. At least I'm not a dick to everyone! But let's take a minute, his bad boy image is so fucking hot! Oh my god. My eyes roll into the back of my head and I sigh. Only if he wasn't such a dick, and only if he was gay, or bi. If only...

I dose off curled up in a blanket. Hugging my knees.

I wake up by pots banging and some women's voice screaming "I DON'T GET NO SLEEP CAUSE OF YA'LL!" I open my eyes to see Harry laughing while holding his phone up to me bunk relieving a women in a video banging pots and screaming.

"What?" I groan while getting out of my bunk.

"Get ready! First concert is in 2 hours!" I jump and get dressed. I put on a pink shirt and black pants with a jean jacket over it. We walk into the stadium, it's huge. The owner greats us and shows us where we will be getting on the stage.

"HELLO NEW YORK!" Harry and I yell jumping up and down on the stage as fans scream our names. I take in the applause and let it soak in. It feels so good to be performing.

Authors note: warning a lot of the chapters are going to be kind of short. Sorry if you don't like that too much but I'll try to write more in the future!