Broken Strings

Chapter 1: Drunk Love

Shannon's POV
We were in rehersals now in LA for the Neon Lights Tour. None of Demi's tours have ever been this complex and extravagant. It was going to be amazing but we were going to have to work our asses off. I was tuning all the guitars before we started to rehearse for the day. The whole band was here, we were just waiting on Demi. She had a tendancy to be late, but all of us were used to it by now.

A few minutes later I heard the door swing open and Demi stumble in.

"Hey yall. You ready-dy to get this shhhit goin?" she slurred almost yelling.
Her pink hair was a mess, and she was obviously drunk. I sighed and put the guitars down. I was afraid to look at the band, knowing that they would not be happy about this. It was only day fucking one.

"Demi your late..." I said walking over to her and practacully catching her due to the fact she couldn't even stand on her own two feet. "...and drunk" I whispered under my breath.

I struggled to hold her up once she unleashed her whole weight onto me.

"I'm only a few minutes late Shannon. It's my god damn tour, I can be late if I want to" she said with her left arm outstretched around my neck. I started walking her out of the room.

"Alright, well let's go sit down for a minute. Okay?" I told her not really caring about a reply.

We entered the next room which was empty and before I knew it Demi's lips crashed onto mine. I was shocked but this wasn't the first time she had drunkenly kissed me since we broke up. I have to admit though I missed her lips.

"Demi stop." I said gently moving her away from my face. I looked into her big brown eyes and she looked hurt.

"Why? I thought you loved me?" she said now getting a little upset. I slid a chair over from a nearby table and sat her down.

"You know I do. But you broke up with me remember? You're only doing this because you're drunk." I said trying my best to stand my ground and not give into the broken girl in front of me.

"Just let it happen. Please I need you right now." she said standing up and wrapping her arms around my neck. We just stood there for a minute looking into each others eyes. I was losing this battle.

"Okay" I said giving in. Without a second to lose her lips were back pressed against mine. I knew this wasn't right but I just couldn't stop myself.

I pull away when I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. I pull it out to see it's a text message from my manager Mason.

Text Message: Mason
I need you in the confrence room of the hotel in 20 minutes. Its important! Oh and bring Demi!

I wondered what he could have wanted and why he couldn't have just told me over the phone. But my heart dropped when I read that I had to bring Demi along. She was in no condition to be around anyone having to do with management. I look up at Demi and she pulls me back into her. Her lips were about to meet mine again when I escape her grasp.

"We aren't doing this right now" I said walking towards the door. I stop when I realize Demi isn't following me. I look at the girl who is still obviously drunk. I walk back over to her and grab her hand helping her out of the room.

"Come on we have a meeting in 20 minutes so you need to pull it together. Management is going to kill us both if they see you like this. We have to find a way to sober you up and we only have 20 minutes to do it."

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Walking down the hotel hallway with a semi sobered up Demi by my side was nerve racking. I didnt have the slightest clue about what was about to go down. Once we made it to the confrence room I could see everyone sitting at a huge round table through the giant glass windows. I was taken back when I saw who was there. It was Mason, my manager. Scott, Demi's manager. Stephen, Fifth Harmony's manager and a few people I didnt know. But last but no least, sitting at the head of the table was Jeff. He was our tour manager. Lets just say I have always been alittle afraid of him. He isn't the easiest to talk to. But then again thats how people in this business are.