"Niall?" She looked up at me, squinting slightly and putting a hand up to cover the sun.
I smiled. Perfect.
*click*
"Mhm?" I adjusted the lense and then lifted it to take another, "Smile."
Instead, she looked down and dug her toes deeper in the beach sand. Then she lied down again against her towel, throwing the back of her hand in front of her eyes.
*click*
"Why do you take so many pictures of me?"
"Why?"
"Yeah."
"Because you're beautiful,"
"No, I mean-"
"Gorgeous, work of art, one-in-a-million, unique, perfect, flawless-" I grinned, "Are you blushing?"
"No."
"You're so cute when you blush."
"I meant, you're a photographer Niall. There's all this stuff you could be taking pictures of, but I'm yet to see you-"
"My job is to capture beauty."
"Look at the sunset, Niall. That's beauty."
"Why would I look at the sun when I have a masterpiece right in front of me?"
Her cheeks grew red again.
*click*
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Photogenic | n.h.
Fanfiction“when all she saw was the disgraceful image of what was standing in her mirror, he was willing to take a lifetime to show her that there was so much more.”
