Demi Imagines

About Time

You're on a trip with one of your closest friends, Demi...

"And so I said," she opens the door to your room. "that she should talk to her."
"Mhmm," you respond as you follow her inside.
"I mean, you can't keep lying to yourself about your feelings," she says, making you bite your lip. It's as if she's read your mind and is telling you to admit your feelings.
"Yeah," you reply, your face flushing.
That's when you catch sight of the bed. It's one bed. Sure, you nap together, and she sleeps in your bed when she stays over, but this just feels...different.
"You only live once. Like, you can't waste your time. What if she gets away, you know?" she continues, not noticing your slight panic.
"Yeah." Your voice goes slightly high, and she looks to you. Her brown eyes meet yours, and you force a smile.
"You okay?" she asks, and you nod. She finally looks away, and she puts her bag down by the table.
"What a great bed," you comment, but you can tell how forced it sounds.
"Yeah, it's great," she says, going past it to open the curtain. "I ordered this room with the bath out here." She opens the curtain, letting you see.
"Oh wow," you say, feeling your face pale.
"How cool is this?" she says, going out onto the large balcony.
"So cool."
"Okay, what the fuck is wrong with you?" she asks, coming back over to you. She leaves the window open, and you can still see the bath. It's certainly large enough for two people. You start imagining yourself with her in the bath. The curve of her hips. The valley of her breasts.
"Hey," she says, snapping you from your thoughts. Your face flushes, and you feel like you might pass out.
"What?"
"What is wrong with you?" she demands, and you swallow nervously. What if she gets away, you know?
Her words swirl around in your mind.
"I love you," you blurt out, and she blinks. You feel like your heart is going to explode.
And then she laughs. She fucking laughs. You feel your heart drop to your stomach—until you realize she's not laughing at you.
"It's about fucking time," she says, and your mouth falls open in shock.
"You fucking knew?" you ask, and she laughs lightly.
"Of course I knew. I've been waiting for you to stop lying to yourself," she says, rolling her eyes playfully.
She steps closer to you and puts her hands on your hips. You feel a spark run through you at her touch.
"And I love you, too," she says before leaning in.
It feels like a dream. Her lips meet yours, and it's everything you'd ever imagined and more. Her lips are hot and soft against yours. You feel your heart beat rapidly in your chest. You move your hands to her shoulders before wrapping your arms around her, pulling her closer.
"Am I dreaming?" you whisper against her lips, and she smiles.
"Nope," she breathes, biting your bottom lip gently.
You smile against her lips. "Does this feel like a honeymoon or is that just me?"
She smirks. "Oh I planned it that way."

A/N
of course she fucking did
I liked this one too
So anyway imma start writing a Halsey fic soon I'm thinking
Soon
Sometime