Demi Imagines

Mine

You're at home writing something in your diary when...

"Y/n!" your mother calls you, and you get up from your bed, leaving your diary open as you run downstairs.
"What is it?" You notice your best friend, Demi, at the door. "Oh hey, Demi!"
"Hey, y/n," she says with a grin.
"I need to go buy a couple things for dinner, but can you just unload the laundry from the dryer, please? Just put everything in the basket," your mom says, giving you an apologetic look.
"No problem," you reply, giving her a grin. "You can wait up in my room—it'll only take a minute," you tell Demi, and she nods before going upstairs.
"Bye, honey." Your mom grabs her keys and walks out the door.
"Bye!" you call after her before going to do the laundry. As you unload the dryer, one of your sweaters gets caught, and you crouch down to try and free it. "Stupid sweater," you mutter, finally freeing it after a couple of minutes. You dump the rest of the clothes in the basket before running back upstairs. "Hey, sorry," you say as you open the door.
"Y/n?" Demi asks, and you see her sitting on your bed. Your diary is open beside her, and your breath catches in your throat. "Your diary was open, and I didn't mean to read anything, but..." she trails off, and you feel your face heat up. "Do you really love me?" You gasp and look at her. Her brown eyes meet yours, and she smiles.
"Yes," you reply softly.
"Fuck, y/n. I can't believe you feel that way about me," she exclaims, grinning brightly. "I've loved you for years now."
"Really?" You look at her in shock. She nods before standing up and tackling you in a hug. You laugh, almost losing your balance as she buries her face in your neck.
"I fucking love you," she breathes before pressing her lips to yours. Her lips are soft and warm, and you kiss her back with passion. You've waited so long for this moment, and you can't believe it's really happening.
"I love you, too," you mumble against her lips. She smiles, pulling away slightly.
"You can finally be mine," she whispers, her lips brushing yours.
You smile before kissing her again. "And you can finally be mine."