Only One- Demi Lovato and Wilmer Valderamma

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Demi

Later that night, Wilmer and I were watching T.V, me laying on his chest, and it almost felt like normal. Every now and then he would lean down and press his lips to my temple. I closed my eyes and suddenly his body got a lot more comfortable as I got drowsy.

"You tired?" He murmured, and I nodded, pushing my face into his chest more. He chuckled and shifted, wrapping an arm around my waist while the other hooked under my knees. He carried me to bed, and as I laid down against the cool sheets I was confused as to why he wasn't getting in next to me.

"What are you doing?" I croaked, as he went to walk out of the door.

"I-I.. I didn't think you wanted me to stay with you."

I shook my head, "I've spent too many nights without you."

Wilmer nodded and got under the covers, looking at me warily as he laid, stiff as a board underneath the sheets.

I let out a groan and sat up, "Stop it."

He looked up at me, confused, "Stop what?"

I let out an annoyed huff, "Stop acting like you've never slept in the same bed as me!"

Wilmer's shoulders relaxed and he laid down again, wrapping an arm around me waist and pulling me close. I rested my chin on his chest so I would look at him, in his eyes.

"What are you so afraid of?"

Wilmer closed his eyes, "I just don't want to say or do anything wrong that will make you leave again."

I shook my head, "Will, I don't want you to be scared. I don't want to be babied or coddled, or have you tell me just what I want to hear and not what you're thinking. You're not gonna lose me." He nodded, but I could still see the fear in his eyes, "Goodnight."

He smiled softly, "Night."

He closed his eyes and I cleared my throat, "Aren't you forgetting something?"

His eyes snapped open and he looked at me curiously. I leaned in and cupped his cheeks, kissing him softly. It took a few seconds before he actually started kissing back, and when we both needed air I pulled away, running the pad of my thumb over his lips.

"I love you."

Wilmer smiled, "I love you too Demi."

Wilmer

I laid in bed for hours think gin about that kiss, long after Demi had fallen asleep in my arms. I hated myself for what I did to her. This would always be a black stain in our marriage to mark my unfaithfulness. I couldn't understand why she didn't hate me, why she would give me another chance. I didn't deserve anything from her. I let out a sigh and stroked Demi's hair, leaning down to kiss her forehead. A cool breeze floated through the open window, raising goosebumps on he skin, and she snuggled into me, her face pressed into the crook of my neck. I squeezed her tighter and let out another sigh. This was what I wanted for the rest of my life, and now I had screwed it all up. I truly didn't deserve her. As I laid there, I made a vow to myself that I would never let go of us again.

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The next morning I woke up, and Demi was gone. In somewhat of a panic, I ran around trying the find her. Eventually, I heard music coming from the studio and walked in, surprised to see Demi sitting on the floor, surrounded by pictures and sobbing with some kind of depressing music playing.

"Dems?" I walked in cautiously, but it was if she didn't even hear me. I got closer and realized the pictures were of Maria and I, the woman I had been sleeping with. "Demi?"

She finally looked at me, and it seemed that she was in some kind of trance, "You don't know how much it hurt." She whispered, "You will never know the sheer pain, and betrayal of it, because I will never put you through that." She looked down at her wrist tattoos, "You don't know how many times Marissa had to talk me out of hurting myself or killing myself. The demons, they never stopped. Not even when I slept was there relief. The thought of you with another woman haunted my dreams. I just wanted it to go away. I forgave you, that was supposed to make it go away. Why do I still feel it? Why do I still hear them?"

I kneeled in front of her, "Demi... I'm so sorry baby-"

Demi squeezed her eyes shut, "Did you call her that too?"She spat, "Did you call here baby, and tell her that she's beautiful? Hermosa." She sneered, and I back up a bit.

"No it wasn't like that-"

"Then what was it like?" Demi interrupted, walking towards me, "Was it just a quick fuck? Or did you spend nights with her?"

I shook my head as my back hit the wall, "I felt nothing towards her Demi I promise."

She got close then, her expression angry and hurt, "I hate you." She whispered,  then tears welled up in her eyes, "But I love you. Why do I have to love you so god damn much?!"

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