What Makes You Beautiful
She's insecure, not that he knows why. She's always turned heads, walking through doors or not. She never needed make-up, not that she actually wore the stupid stuff. He thought she was enough as she was, perectly beautiful, with dark auburn hair, flashing blue eyes and an infinite number of reckless.
Everyone else could see it, everyone else but her, the way she lit up his world like nobody else. Even her mother knew that one flip of Rose Weasley's hair overwhelmed Scorpius Malfoy completely, but to him, the way she smiled at the ground, it wasn't hard to tell, she didn't know she is beautiful.
Sometimes he wanted her to see what he saw, so that she could understand why he wanted her so desperately. Sometimes he would look at her and not believe that she didn't know she was beautiful, but to a certain extent, her innocence accentuated her beauty.
Sometimes he just thought, 'C'mon.' Because she had it wrong, to prove himself right he wrote songs. He never knew why she was shy and turned away when he looked into her pretty blue eyes.
Everyone else could see it, everyone else but her, the way she lit up his world like nobody else. Even her father knew the way she flipped her hair overwhelmed him. The way that she smiled at the ground, it wasn't hard to tell, she didn't know how beautiful she was.
He always wanted her to see what he saw and understand why he wanted her so desperately, he would always look at her and couldn't possible believe she didn't know she was beautiful, but he thought that made her even more beautiful.
She lights up his world like nobody else and he hair still gets him overwhelmed, but when she smiles at the ground, it isn't hard to tell that she doesn't know…well, she doesn't know she's beautiful.