Imagine that with Demi Lovato (Lesbian Stories)

What I Already Knew - pt 2

I lay on the sofa, snuggling up in a blanket while watching a movie; trying to block out the world. Demi and I have been spending time apart. I'm trying so hard not to think about her but the tabloids were making that hard. Her fans were the worst out of the lot, sending me hate despite not knowing what's going on but I appreciate their passion for Demi. It was sweet in a vicious way. Every where I looked seemed to be a constant reminder. Even sitting her just watching a movie made me think of her. The fact was I missed her. I missed her beautiful smile. I missed her joyful laugh. The way she would always sprawl out over the sofa, while cuddling up to me when we watched movies. It wasn't fair that I had to miss her so much. I wasn't even receiving texts or calls anymore. The sound of her voice was something I missed the most. It in itself was like music to my ears. I tried to focus on the movie. I ended up picked a random one. It would turn out to be horror especially since Demi loved horror movies. I couldn't do it much longer, this silent treatment thing. I need to talk to her. I needed closure at the very least instead of just wondering. A sigh escaped my lips. Was she this distraught or was it just me? Was she heartbroken or had she just called a certain someone to comfort her?

Demi's POV

Working had felt so much harder recently. I try to keep a smile on my face but I'm pretty sure everyone can see its fake. Most of my fans had been supportive though, telling me to stay strong. It's probably not the same for Y/N. Nothing but hate is being sent her way, I assume. It's been like a week since I last saw her. Today I had a day off so it feels a lot longer. All I've done is lay in bed. I should get up but I don't want to. I'm sick of the constant reminders of Y/N that are dotted all over the place. Not that my bed wasn't a reminder of her for obvious reasons. I really miss her but it's my own fault. I shouldn't have hurt her like that. I hate myself for it. There was a knock on the door and for a moment my heart skipped a beat. I know it's not her but there is always a tiny chance that it could be. I slumped out of bed to answer the door. He stood there. A smile displayed proudly on his face. I invited him. Not the smartest idea I've had, I could see the headlines now.

'Has Demi Lovato moved on already?'

'Y/N who? Demi Lovato has found someone new'

'Forget Y/N, meet Demi's smoking hot new fella.'

I hadn't moved on though. The reason I invited him was to tell him that whatever he thinks we now have doesn't exist. He's been texting me nonstop. I, of course text back to remain friendly but it becomes awkward when he tries to flirt. How can he not know that it was a one time thing? I was feeling a little down after I got back that's all. I don't want to lose the best thing in my life just because I made some dumb mistake but at the same time I don't deserve a second chance. I shouldn't need one in the first place. I just hope she has it in her to forgive me. Even if she wants to break up I want to remain friends with her. My heart couldn't take never seeing her again but I doubt that's what she would want. And if she doesn't want anything to do with me, I'll respect that. I gave him a small smile "Hey thanks for coming."

Y/N POV

Time ticked on and I hadn't moved. Still watching movies. Cuddled up in a blanket. Alone. I was hurting too much so I finally gave into temptation. I unlocked my phone only to see Demi had beat me to it. I had a new message.

Dems 👭 💕: Hey

One word and yet it made me smile.

Me: Hey
Dems 👭💕: Can we talk? Please
Me: Okay

On cue there was a knock on the door. I hesitated. How did she get here so fast? I hadn't even had time to change. I looked a mess just wearing a big t-shirt and some shorts. My hair up in a messy bun. The knock was repeated. I jumped up and walked over to the door. I pulled it open, almost crying at the sight. "Hey." Her voice was low and soft. "Hi." We stood in silence for a moment. "Would you like to come in?" I asked. Demi used to just walk in whenever, she even had her own key but I guess she was respecting my boundaries. She gave me a firm nod before walking past me. I closed the door behind her. You could cut the tension in the room with a knife. Just a week ago we were fine and now we were acting like complete strangers. Was she gonna say something first or would I have to? "Would you like something to drink?" I couldn't think of what to say. She shook her head. We stood awkwardly waiting for the other to take the lead. "I'm sorry." Demi finally spoke up, her eyes avoiding mine. "I really am. I never meant to hurt you." "Obviously that's why you didn't tell me  right?" I rolled my eyes at her "I know, I should have told you but I was scared." "That's no excuse Demi, you shouldn't have done it in the first place." Demi looked at me, tears in her eyes and I could feel my anger building as we discussed what she had done. "I know, I wish I never had but it's too late and I've made sure he knows It will never happen again." "Why?" I questioned and she frowned "Why did I tell him? Because it wo-" "No Demi. Why did you do it in the first place?" A short silence followed and I just stared at her. Waiting for the excuse to slip through her lips. She shrugged as tears continuously fell down her cheeks. "It's okay Demi, you can tell me. I just want to know why, no matter what it is." I continued reassuringly. She looked at me and I sighed. "Are you not happy? Were you getting bored? Do you not love me anymore?" I suggested, hoping she would come out with something soon but still she didn't say anything. "I..." "You what Demi? Just tell me or you might as well leave." Instead of the slow tears that had been falling, she began to sob and I couldn't watch her like this. My heart was breaking even more if that was possible. I closed the distance between us and wrapped my arms around her. Demi sobbed into my chest while I stroked her hair gently. "Calm down. It's okay bab-Demi." It was only then I realised she was as hurt by this as I was, if not more. She had guilt piled on top too. Demi suddenly pushed me away "Stop!" Stumbling backwards I frowned, confused by her actions. "Huh?" "Stop being so nice to me." I stepped closer and she took a step back. "No Y/N, I said stop. I don't deserve your comfort. You're so gentle and sweet and you deserve so much better than me. I'm sorry for sleeping with him. He was with me on my trip. I had a few bad days and they weren't going away, they were getting worse. I just missed you so much and I was stressed beyond belief. He was there and I guess one thing lead to another. I shouldn't have done it, I know that but my mind was a mess. I'm sorry Y/N. So sorry, if I could go back and change things I would. I can understand if you don't want anything to do with me now but Y/N, one thing that will never change is that I love you. Not him. Never him. Not anyone else in fact. Just you, it's always been you. And I'm just sorry." My cheeks started to burn from the constant stream of tears falling from my eyes. She finally met my gaze and I could see the pain in her chocolate brown eyes. She took a deep breath and made her way towards the door without another word. I didn't know what to do. Did she deserve another chance? What's to say she wouldn't do it again. I knew one thing though. Despite all the pain she caused me, I didn't want to loose her. I loved her. Her hand was on the handle when I finally said her name. Turning on her heel she looked at me. "Don't go." I mumbled quietly. "Please." I walked closer to her and she opened the door. Demi walked out, clearly emotionally drained. I heard her say one final thing before disappearing into the night.

"I'm sorry Y/N."