As Long As You Love Me

12 ~ Different, Agents, & Harry

♔ niall horan ♔

Dems is spacing out, sitting at the breakfast table, her face illuminated by the soft morning light. I don't care that I look like some blasted pedophile right now, leaning against the island in the middle of the kitchen and shoving pancakes into me face while I stare at her. She doesn't seem to be in this world right now, her hands cupping her chin as her eyes gaze off out the window. A little strand of hair is hanging on her eyes, and she doesn't bother to remove it. It looks kinda cute. 

"Enjoying the view, mate?" Zayn whispers loudly in my ear. I jump in shock, nearly choking on my pancake as blood rushes to my face. 

"Not gonna judge you, lad." Zayn smacks my shoulder roughly and I aim a weak shove at him. "She's quite a looker." 

"Isn't she?" I mumble, both of us looking like complete creepers as we check her out. Harry insisted on sheer orange curtains, God help him, and her entire face is glowing a soft peach. The orange is reflected in her almond shaped eyes, almost looking like the sun itself. Her right leg is crossed over her left, swinging slightly as she continues gazing off, deep in thought, her breakfast (consisting of a glass of milk and an apple) untouched.  

"Take a picture, she looks lovely," Eleanor hisses from behind us. "No, really, it'll last longer." 

"Where's your camera?" I ask Louis, prodding him sharply as he cleans off his plate and throws it in the sink. He shoots me a mystified look as he tosses me his mobile phone. 

"Okay, zoom in. Right there," Zayn coaxes. Eleanor and Louis are leaning in, all of us attempting to take a good picture, looking completely mad, I'd reckon. "Okay, now." 

I tap the screen. It makes a massively loud snapping sound. 

Demetria's eyes instantly flash over to us. Eleanor nearly chokes as she whips around, Zayn and Louis start giggling, and I smile sheepishly at her. 

She shoots a tight smile at me for about half a second before she settles back into her stupor. I raise an eyebrow. Since when did she not like having her picture taken? 

I watch as she rises from her chair, keeping her eyes downcast, and puts the apple to her lips. I can't even explain how utterly fascinated I am as she sinks her straight white teeth into the flesh of the red fruit with a snap. 

"Hey, Dems, you ready to go?" Harry ambles up to her, wearing some white shirt with Megan Fox's face on it, and black skinny jeans that look suffocating. He brushes his curls out of his face and smiles at her a bit longer than necessary. 

To both my relief and confusion, she barely smiles back. "Yeah," she says indifferently. 

Harry tries to swing an arm around her, but she ducks out of the way. "I forgot something," she mumbles, dashing out of the room. 

Harry recoils, his dark eyebrows pulling together. "Did I say something?" he asks, his voice a bit hoarser than usual.