I Hate You, Don't Leave Me (D.L)

Spending Time Together

Demi woke up late the next morning, with Lindsey nowhere to be found. She smiled as she remembered their night together; listening to records and pigging out on pizza. She got out of bed and looked at her reflection in a nearby mirror. Her hair stuck up at all angles and she had little makeup smudges under her eyes. Sighing, she went into the en suite and washed her face and brushed her hair. “Morning.” A voice said from behind. Demi looked up and saw Lindsey in the mirror, standing by the door fully dressed. “Hey.” Demi replied, smiling at him. She carried on brushing her hair and Lindsey continued to watch her. “I like how at home you look.” He commented when Demi put the brush down. Demi turned around. “You don’t mind, do you?” She asked. Lindsey shook his head. “Of course not. I like having you around. You’re like a breath of fresh air.” They walked back into the bedroom and sat on the bed together. “Where did you go?” Demi asked. “I’ve been down to the studio. They let me take a break to come get you.” Lindsey replied, taking Demi’s hand. She smiled, squeezing Lindsey’s hand. “What am I gonna wear? And what about my makeup?” She asked, now suddenly very aware of the problems her sleeping over at Lindsey’s unexpectedly caused her. Lindsey smiled and put a duffle bag on the bed. “Agnes?” Demi asked rhetorically, unzipping the bag. Lindsey nodded. “I asked her to go get you everything you’d need. She went back to your place and gave it to me at the studio.” Demi smiled as she pulled out her favourite maxi dress and sandals. “I’ll put the shower on for you and then let you get ready shall I?” Lindsey asked. “Okay. Thank you.” Lindsey smiled and disappeared into the en suit. Demi heard the shower turning on as she pulled her makeup bag and hair stuff out of the duffle. “There you go. See you soon.” Lindsey said. He kissed her cheek. “I’ll be in the back garden if you need me!” He called out as he went downstairs. “If he isn’t just the sweetest thing…” Demi whispered to herself, walking into the en suit.

Lindsey sat out in his garden, plucking the strings of his guitar. “I should be…saying goodnight now…really shouldn’t stay anymore…dum da dum…think I’m in trouble…” He sang quietly under his breath, plucking random chords, trying to make a riff out it. Demi stood by the back door, listening. She’s washed her hair, styled it, done her makeup and gotten dressed in less than an hour. It was one of her talents; getting ready faster then any other woman on the planet. She walked over and joined Lindsey. “Oh. Hey.” He said, smiling up at her. “Hey. What was that? It was nice.” Lindsey shrugged. “I don’t know really.” “Is it for the band? Because we’d love for you to record it at our studios.” Lindsey laughed. “Ever the business woman.” Demi winked. “That’s me.” Lindsey smiled and looked at Demi’s outfit. “That’s a nice dress.” Demi smiled down at her dress. “Thanks. My grandfather bought it for me before I went to college.” “When are you gonna get to wear a dress like that in New York? It’s an L.A. dress!” Lindsey exclaimed, making Demi laugh. She sighed and smiled at him. “What?” Lindsey asked, subconsciously playing a riff on his guitar whilst still looking at Demi. She shook her head. “Nothing. I just… I just realised how much I like spending time with you.” Lindsey grinned. “I like spending time with you too.”