finding me while loving you

part 29

Demi's POV

My alarm went off again, this time around 8am. I quickly shut it off, not wanting to wake Grace up. She was glued to me and I couldn't help but smile. I quietly got up, making sure not to wake her. I threw on some clothes, and gently kissed Grace's forehead. She said yesterday how she was so exhausted and I didn't want to wake her up.

God. My head was pounding, and I surely didn't miss the aftermath of drinking. Guilt immediately took over my body, remembering how I snapped on my girlfriend last night. I definitely had more than one drink, but we were all celebrating being done recording probably one of my favorite songs I've ever written. I should've been honest, but I didn't want her to worry. I could handle myself.

Max was driving me back to the studio. I had a busy few days only because I was finish writing my last song of the album. Just the writing had to get done, then I'd record that song and re-record a few on the album, and then the album would finally be done. I had Max run through the Taco Bell drive thru, and I couldn't help but smile wishing Grace was with me eating her favorite food. I took a picture and posted it on my Instagram story with the caption "One of those mornings 🤣"

Hours had passed by, and I finally decided to grab my phone from my bag. It was 3:30pm, and I only had one missed call from Grace. Fuck. I forgot to send her a text to let her know I was going to the studio. I immediately felt bad knowing she woke up alone, but I really didn't do that on purpose.

"Demi: Hi, my Gracie girl. I'm so sorry, I got up early and left and you were sleeping so well and I didn't want to wake you up. I'm at the studio and will probably have another late night. What're your plans for today? Keep me updated with what you decide to do. I love you more than anything in this world, my sweet girl."

I sent her a text and tried buttering her up, not wanting her to be mad. All she did was give the message a thumbs up, and I internally rolled my eyes. I put my phone back down, and went back to my work. I easily forgot about the situation with Grace and dove back into writing this song.

"I tried to talk to my piano, I tried to talk to my guitar. Tired of empty conversations -"

"No. There needs to be something else in the middle of that. It needs to be dragged out a bit." Scooter said.

I sighed, rubbing my temples, trying to think.

I scrambled a bunch of words and lines down onto my paper, trying my best to come up with things. I started lightly singing, brainstorming.

"Talked to my imagination, confided into alcohol."

"Yes! That's it, Demi!"

"I talked to shooting stars but I always get wrong - I feel stupid when I pray. So why the fuck am I praying anyways, if no one's listening?" I belted out, finally putting together all the lines we've come up with.

"GOOSEBUMPS!" Scooter yelled out, clapping his hands. I couldn't help but laugh, feeling so great and proud of how this song was coming along.

Before I knew it, hours had passed away. It was now 8pm, and I wanted to be done for the day. I was so incredibly tired, but Marissa and Matthew wanted to go out again. I couldn't say no, because part of me really wanted to.

I checked my phone and saw that Grace didn't try to reach out to me at all. I felt my stomach flip a little bit, feeling like I was in the dog house. I decided to be the bigger person and give her a call.

"Grace: Hello?"

"Demi: Hi, Graz." I said quietly, not picking up on her energy yet.

"Grace: You haven't called me that in forever."