Yes I Am (A Demi Lovato Fanfiction) (Lesbian Stories)

Chapter 20

*3 Days Later*

Demi’s P.O.V.

I looked like shit. My hair hadn’t been washed in 4 days, and the concept of makeup was foreign to my tired face. I was resting against Amelie in the doctor’s clinic. Three days later, and I wasn’t getting any better. The doctor came out and called my name, Amelie helped me up and I strained my eyes to see so I wouldn’t trip on some unfortunate child on the way there. The doctor did some routine checks then informed me I had strep throat. I wasn’t allowed to sing properly for a couple of weeks and I had to go on two weeks of antibiotics. Once we filled my prescription, Amelie drove us home and I went upstairs to bed again. I lay there, feeling the waves of pain washing over me, leaving me cold and sweaty.

“Amelie?” I whisper yelled, my throat felt like I’d had someone scrape a stiletto heel down it.

“Yeah babe?” She asked, looking up from the essay she was typing on the other side of the room.

“Can you get me something to eat? I’m really hungry...”

“Sure, do you want some soup? Or plain toast?” She asked, getting up from her seat.

“Can you get me some chicken noodle soup please?” I needed something soothing for my throat. Amelie went off to get some soup and I picked up my phone to check the messages. The screen lit up and I cringed and shut my eyes, but not before seeing a text notification. I put my phone beside my bed and waited for Amelie to come back with my soup. When she did I asked her to read the text to me.

“From Maddie: Hey demdem, I hear you’re sick :( Hope you get better soon. Oh and you might want to go on twitter. Rumours about you and Naya after you went to lunch the other day.” She stopped reading and I could feel her watching my face intently. “You went for lunch?” She asked, I tried to drink some soup to delay the inevitable.

“Uh, yeah. Day before yesterday.” I muttered, knowing full well I’d told her I was working all day. I had been, but I’d organised with Naya ages ago. I didn’t want Amelie to get jealous or something.

“You lied to me.” She said, devoid of emotion. It wasn’t a question, nor an accusation. More just a statement. She said it in the way someone might comment on your toast or something.

“I’m sorry, it’s just I organised it ages ago and I didn’t want you to get jealous.” I explained, I felt terrible. Here she was trying to care for me while I was sick and meanwhile I’d lied to her and sparked rumours that I was seeing someone else.

“Why would I be jealous? Demi, please tell me you’re not seeing her, like as a girlfriend.” She sounded close to tears.

“No, Amelie, I’m not seeing her as a girlfriend. She’s just a friend. I wouldn’t do that to you.” I tried to sound convincing. I was telling the truth. Kind of.