Demon // [Harry Styles AU]

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A shaky breath left her lips when the beautiful boy gently touched the small of her back. His eyes passed her hands, too quickly to notice them shaking.

Harry loved spending time with her, for either good or bad reasons, he didn't care. Haven just loved this side of Harry, the sweet and caring one. She never had many people show that side to her. Not someone she was attracted too. But all that had happened, it could never be changed. No matter how much Harry smiled at her, or however long he sat down talking to her. Which she loved. She knew something much darker, much more evil hid deep within the tall boy.

They sat down at a table far behind in the crowded dinner, in a corner, behind a bright blue wall. It wasn't crowded, a few teens doing their homework. And a drunk male who was probably kicked out of the bar he originally wanted to go to.

She ordered water, he did the same. Watching her carefully, his fingertips brushed her arm so soft she didn't notice. Her eyebrows were scrunched together, eyes focused on the menu in front of her. If she only knew he really wanted to touch her, her soft cheeks, long hair. But he didn't want to creep her out even more, so he kept his distance. As much as he possibly could, which wasn't much.

''There isn't much on here.'' She spoke, making him focus on her words rather than his daydreams . ''Neither does what's on there taste good.'' He commented. His way of talking was slow, alluring, dangerously sexy. Haven's head turned towards the boy, who sat closer to her than he had meant to. But not as close as he wanted too. She didn't seem to mind as she didn't move away. Just looked at him, scanning his facial expression before we spoke. ''Why are we here then?''

His attention moved from her to nothing in particular, scanning the air in the small diner. His lips parted like he wanted to give an answer, but they both knew the answer would never come. He couldn't tell her the truth, but his mind was too filled to make up a good enough lie.

Haven placed the menu back on the table, pushing it away from her. ''Do you have any secrets, Harry?'' She spoke, watching the menu slide from one side of the table to the other. He frowned, watching the same thing she was. For no good reason, just to have something to focus on. He didn't dare looking at her face, scared that she might look back and discover the truth behind his answer.

''Why do you ask?''

''I just want to get to know she.'' She replied quick, too quick for her liking.

''It's a rather odd first question, shouldn't you ask for my favorite color first?'' A small smirk played on his pink lips, but it never had the chance to actually turn into a smile.

''Your favorite color is blue.'' She spoke, it was a guess to her. But to him, it was the truth.

''How do you know?'' He finally dared to turn his face towards her, meeting her eyes in an instant. A sparkle enlightened her eyes, a tiny smile was placed on her lips for so few of seconds he almost missed it. ''You're predictable.''

He didn't have an answer, instead he just looked at the girl. Taking in all her beauty while she looked back at him. No emotion was visible on her face, but it still seemed rather pleased with herself for guessing his favorite color.

Minutes passed before either one of them spoke again. ''You haven't answered my question.''

Halfway through her sentence he looked away, to the dusty clock on the wall. Watching the seconds pass by before he answered. ''I don't have a secret.'' He spoke, lied. Once again he didn't dare looking her into the eyes, something she wanted too badly. He hated the secrets he had, despised the fact that nobody could know. He was never one to keep secrets, he rather shared. Secrets ate him alive. But now his whole existence is a secrets, and he still hadn't figured out how to live with that.