Demi Imagines 3.0

Feelings

People say that feelings change, and that's true. But you've never been more sure of anything in your entire life. There's this feeling of this just being right. And you know it's right. It's finally time for this to work.

And you know that your feelings could change. And hers could as well. But you know exactly how you feel right now. And that's enough.

You know that whenever she laughs, your heart just lifts. And you can't help but smile, too. Her eyes light up, and she just looks so incredibly happy. You replay her laughs over and over in your head. You could never get tired of her laughter. It's like literal music to your ears. You want the sound seared into your memory forever. It's something so small: a laugh. Yet it's so beautiful at the same time. But that's because it's her.

You know that everything is beautiful when it's her. From the way she laughs to the way she speaks to the way she runs her hands through her hair. It's all so beautiful. Nobody else could compare.

You know you could stare at her forever; she is literal art. When she looks into your eyes and reaches forward, touching your face, you feel like you're in a dream. It's all too good to be true. She's too good to be true. You feel as though you could lose her at any moment. So you take nothing for granted. You savor the feeling of her hand in yours. You try to remember every freckle on her face. You listen to the way she talks, paying attention to every detail. You want to absorb all of it and never forget it.

You know that when she pulls you into her arms, you feel so secure that nothing could hurt you. Her hugs are the best. She envelops you in her arms, protecting you from the world.

And you know that even when she's thousands of miles away, she still feels close. Even when she's not beside you, you feel a connection with her. Even when she's not talking to you, you feel that you're still in her mind. She sure as hell is in yours. She has a corner in your mind that you visit often.

But you also know that what you really want is for her to be beside you. She might feel close, but she's not. She's not with you, and it's always hard being apart from someone you love. It's especially hard when it's her. She's just...special.

You miss the way she talks. You miss her voice. You miss her laugh. You miss the way she would call you a dumbass when you do some dumbass shit. You miss how her skin would feel against yours. You miss her.

And you count down the days until she comes back.

You wouldn't feel this way about someone you didn't love. You know you love her. And you know you love her a whole fucking lot.

And that's exactly why you're going to tell her when she comes back. When she's back home, you're going to tell her how you feel.

You just count down the days.

You count down the days until finally, it's the day.

You go to the airport to meet her there. You can't fucking wait. You've been apart for several weeks, and you just cannot wait to see her beautiful face again.

The moment she walks through the airport gate, you nearly let out an unintelligible sound.

"Demi!" you call, and she grins.

"Hey!" she replies, coming over to you. Somehow, she looks even more beautiful than you'd remembered. You don't know how it would be possible for her to be even more beautiful now, but somehow, it happened.

"I missed you," you say, opening your arms. She wraps her arms around your waist, and you can feel the warmth of her body against yours. You can smell her familiar scent. You missed this so much. You missed her.

"I missed you more," she whispers back. You can hear her smiling.

"Demi," you say after a moment, and she pulls away enough to look at your face. She leaves her arms around you, and you're acutely aware of the feeling.

"What?" she asks, a smile playing on her full lips. You want to kiss her.

"I'm obsessed with you," you admit, and her cheeks warm slightly.

"Funny. That's how I feel about you," she replies, making you blush.

"And I really want to kiss you right now," you add, your voice quiet.

"Then do it, dumbass," she responds before leaning in at the same moment that you do. Your lips meet, and it's the most amazing feeling; nothing could compare to this. Her lips are soft and warm against yours, and your lips fit together like pieces of a puzzle. Her hands are warm against the small of your back, and she pulls you even closer. It feels as though the feel dial is turned to a maximum. You're aware of everything. And she is everything.

Eventually, you have to pull apart, but neither of you wants to. When she looks into your eyes, your heart skips a beat.

"That was nice," she says, her eyes flickering to your lips again.

"It really was."

Good thing you could do it more from now on.

A/N

so

I'm really like

not okay

because there's this person

and I'm obsessed with them and their existence and I was thinking about how they were laughing when we were FaceTiming and I just had to write it down because I have so many feelings and they inspire me a lot and just okay there you go