Hopeless Love (demi lovato lesbian fanfic)

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(a/n in case you don't understand: This is the past two months from Demi's pov just like I did with Eva's in the previous chapter :) Thank you for reading!)

Demi's pov

Time went by slowly after Eva and I decided to have a break in our relationship. I absolutely missed her. Not only her presence but also not being able to call or text message her, so I could tell her what was going on my life. It was hard. So instead of focusing on Eva, I focused on recording songs in the studio. I actually buried myself in work.

That's why was able to drop my album earlier than planned. Although I was excited for the world to hear my comeback album, my heart ached. I remember telling Eva I wanted to wait for her to be with me when my album came out, but I didn't. Actually I still want her to be there with me but it seemed so useless. Because if I waited for her to be here with me but we decided to break up, it would be even harder for me to drop my album.

I brought my album out on a Sunday and although it was announced that I signed a record label a few months before, people were still surprised.

I wrote most songs myself but I also did some covers. One of the covers was called 'the house that built me' from Miranda Lambert. That song was ,for me, the most emotional song on the album. Mostly because it reminded me how I walked away from home when I was 17. It made me think about that time. It made me overthink my choices. I made me angry at myself although I had my family back. The only one who would understand me and really listen to me, was the who I couldn't talk to: Eva. So I found my peace in alcohol. It made me forget about the mistakes I made.

What I didn't think about is that might help me forget my mistakes but alcohol was one of my mistakes too.

There were more songs on my album that made me emotional. Most of them were love songs and reminded me of Eva, especially because I wrote those songs about her.

A day after I dropped the album I got a text from Eva saying: 'Congrats on the album. It's amazing X'. And I got mad. I got so damn mad about it. She was the one who decided we needed a break, including no texts. And now she's doing this to me? It's like she's torturing me on purpose. I missed her so much and I tried to keep my mind of her as much as I could, which was hard. She just texts, which means I will have to think about her for the next few hours, days, weeks or just until she came back.

Or at least that's what I thought. I thought I would think about Eva's text forever but instead of that, I went out this night with a few friends to celebrate my album. I got as high and as drunk as I could. It eventually made me forget about Eva. It made me forget about Eva so much that I even forgot all that happened that night. At least not until the next morning.

The morning I woke up in anothers woman's bed. An unknown woman's bed.

When I got a closer look at her, I saw she was already awake and smiling at me. "Goodmorning" She said with a sultry voice. "You look even more beautiful than last night."

I wanted to tell her the same but I couldn't remember a thing from last night so I stayed silent.

"So" The women said "I'm Ava. I already told you that last night but I think you didn't hear it that good because during sex you kept yelling out 'Eva'"

"Oh" My cheeks turned red and I suddenly remembered Eva. My girlfriend. We were on a break but this... this was not supposed to happen. Dammit why do I have to mess everything up?

"I really have to go" I told Ava and I was planning to storm out of the room when I realized I had no clothes on.

"Yeah I'd put on clothes too, though you've got a nice naked body to show the world" Ava laughed and I laughed with her, feeling awkward.

We chatted for a bit while I put on my clothes. After we said our goodbyes, I went home. And that's when what happened really landed. I cheated on the love of my life and I couldn't even remember it and I finally understood why Eva didn't want me to drink or use drugs. The nauseous feeling of guilt came over me and didn't leave me for the next month.

I felt so guilty and embarrassed that I throw myself into drinking, the thing that caused this bad feeling. I didn't know what I was doing anymore. I was drunk an being high and in between I still had to promote my album. I was doing concerts and giving interviews, yet no one had noticed how bad I was actually doing. I put on a happy face and everybody was happy with my comeback. They told me how good my album was and how much they missed me. Fans were hugging me and telling me how much they loved me. Everything was perfect but I wasn't feeling it. I didn't want people telling me how good I was. I wanted Eva to do that and I wanted her to tell me that she missed me, not them. I wanted Eva to hug me and say 'I love you' to me instead of meaningless people.

I survived the weeks with Vodka, Coke and sleeping. I had no idea of time or in which month and day we lived. Or at least not until one morning when I woke up and my agenda gave an alert: 'Eva's coming'. These two simple words were causing me to jump out of bed. I took a quick shower and got dressed, not even thinking about breakfast or my usual morning coffee. I had to clean up my apartment real fast and get rid of all the alcohol and drugs. I had to keep up the act because there was no way I could lose Eva. It would only make things worse.

My heart skipped a beat when my doorbell rang, just a bit after 2pm. I got up and walked from my kitchen to the corridor to open the door. And there she was, standing right in front of me: My Eva.

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Do you guys think they will stay together or break up?

Oh and there are like only two or three chapter left of this story but I decided that I am doing a sequel. I have some really great idea's for it so yeah...