Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Forbidden- Mitch Rapp

I brushed past him, purposely knocking my shoulder against his.

*****

The next night, I had just gotten dressed when I heard a knock on my door. I ran my fingers through my hair and sighed as I went to open it.

"Mitch? What are you doing here?" I asked, once I had opened the door.

"You're right," he said, out of breath. I narrowed my eyes, confused for many reasons. "About how I've been holding onto the past. I'm not going to do that anymore."

I was about to respond when he grabbed my face and pressed his lips to mine. It took me a second before I started to kiss him back. I moaned as he ran his hands down my body. He pushed me back into my room, without breaking the kiss, and kicked my door shut with his foot.

Before I could even think about it, we were in my bed, limps tangled together, clothes scattered across the floor. He rolled off of me, both of us struggling to catch our breaths. I bit my lip when he reached over and intertwined our fingers.

"What was that?" I whispered.

"It wasn't a one-night stand if that's what you were thinking," he said, rubbing circles on the top of my hand with his thumb.

"Good," I said rolling over, pulling him with me so his chest was pressed against my back and his arm was draped over my stomach.

"My father can never find out."

*****

Mitch and I have been secretly meeting up for three months now. Every night, he sneaks in through my balcony and every morning he sneaks back into his room.

We were currently laying on my bed, my back pressed against his chest, watching a movie. I closed my eyes and smiled as he ran his fingers up and down my arms, giving me chills.

I opened my eyes when I realized that, even though I enjoyed lying here with him, he would still leave. "Y/N?" He whispered as he kissed my jaw. "You okay?"

"Yeah," I said, clearing my throat.

"I don't believe you," he said as he got out from behind me, paused the movie and made me look at him. "What's going on? Talk to me," he whispered, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.

"I hate this," I mumbled, slowly looking up at him. I bit my lip when his face dropped.

"What?" His voice broke, causing my heart to do the same.

"Not. . . Not this, but this," I stuttered.

"Y/N, babe, you aren't making any sense. . . And you're kind of scaring me."

"I love you," I said quickly, making his eyes widen. Before he could say anything, I continued. "But I hate having to sneak around. I mean, I know what my father would do if he found out about us, but. . . I hate not being able to be with you."

Mitch sighed as he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine in a soft kiss. "I love you too," he whispered, pulling away. "Maybe," he hesitated, "maybe Hurley won't kill us. Maybe he'll understand."

"You. . . You want to tell him?" I asked, biting my lip. He nodded causing me to smile. "Really? Even though you and I both know that he's going to flip."

"I'm willing to risk it if you are."

*****

We stood outside my father's office, my legs shaking. "You ready?" Mitch asked.