Demi’s P.O.V.
I crossed another day off the calendar. Only two weeks now until I had to start mentoring a category on X Factor. It was going to take up most of time and I think Amelie knew, but we’d never had an actual conversation about it. I kept replaying our first kiss in my head from last night. It was better than our first almost kiss when I was crying hysterically. She had lectures today. Three of them. I was supposed to be packing for the X Factor boot camp this weekend but in reality I was lying upside down watching the ID channel. Productive, I know. The programme I was half-watching finished and I got up to turn the TV off so I could pack my bag. I dragged myself upstairs, and found my tour suitcase I hadn’t used since the Summer tour. I checked the pockets to make sure there was no old rubbish anything and I nicked my finger on something sharp in one of the internal pockets. I pulled it out and was greeted by the sight of my old blade. The blade I had only used once or twice since rehab. I’d forgotten I’d even taken it on tour, last time it was for stress. This time I put it back in just in case. I felt a bit guilty; I’d told Amelie that I wouldn’t cut again. But I wasn’t taking it with the express purpose of using it, it was an emergency only item. I packed a few outfits my stylist had picked out for me last week. Both included full length blazers so no-one would see the new scars below my tattoo. I hadn’t cut since Amelie found me that time, but the scars still looked fresh. Better safe than sorry.
“Demi!” Amelie called from downstairs, I’d given her a key so she could get in by herself.
“Coming!” I yelled back. I was too lazy to get up and walk so I crawled all the way to the top of the stairs and stuck my head through the banisters to look down at her. She laughed when she noticed me
“Come down!” She said, giggling at me.
“But it’s so much effort!” I whined.
“Fine. I’m coming up.” She walked up the stairs and I lay on the ground. I was really lazy today. “I’m not bending all the way down there to kiss you.” She smirked. That girl. She knew exactly what would get me off the ground. I sent her a playful glare and pulled myself up. I pecked her lips and ran off to the bedroom, leaving her standing there.
“Hey! Where did you go?” I heard her laugh, running after me. She burst into my bedroom, staring incredulously around at the chaos I might have accidentally created packing for the weekend. “Your room resembles one where a bomb has gone off.” She said, looking at me and trying not to laugh at my complete disorganised-ness.
“Don’t laugh at me.” I yelled, bursting into laughter myself. Amelie tackled me to the ground, both laughing hysterically.
“You’re such an idiot.” She giggled, planting a kiss on my forehead.
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Yes I Am (A Demi Lovato Fanfiction) (Lesbian Stories)
Fanfiction"My eyes followed her movements outside. Red hair, against grass soon to be white with snow, flicked over her shoulder, and a smile emerged on her face."
