These Broken Down Walls (Zemi)

Chapter 1

Song for this chapter: 'How Ya Doin'?' by Little Mix

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"Demi!! Come help me zip up this dress, please" I hear Selena yell from the bathroom.

"Be there in a sec" I say before getting up from the very uncomfortable hotel couch. 

"You really need help for that?" I ask as soon as I enter her room. 

"Uh, yea. I can't go to the VMA's with an unzipped dress now can I" she says with a sarcastic tone. 

"Okay, okay, whatever" I say while zipping up her all plain white dress. 

I was already dressed in a red low-high dress. I really didn't care for the Video Music Awards, if I was totally honest with myself. 

"Ready to go?" I say to Selena as she pads out of the bathroom. 

"Yea, let me just put on these earrings" 

"Hurry up, slow poke" 

"Okay, ready" she says and we walk out to wait for her driver. 

Her hair is all pinned to one side, and very elegant. Me on the other hand... I don't see anything special. 

"You look gorgeous Dems" she says with a smile. 

"Not to bad yourself Sel" I say. I love our cute nicknames. 

Her driver pulls up, and we get in. 

"So, are you excited to see anyone?" she asks me. 

"Um... no, not exactly." I say. 

"Hmmm. sureeee" she says thinking I actually want to see someone. I really am not looking forward to see anyone. Yea, I'm gonna see Niall for the first time, but thats it. We have been DMing, but nothing special. 

We get there to a bunch of paparzzi, which already annoys 

We get out of the car and walk confidently to the red carpet. 

"SELENA, DEMI, TO YOUR RIGHT, TO YOUR LEFT" all these paps are annoying the shit out of me. 

We finally finish the dreadful red carpet and get seated inside. 

"I'm gonna go backstage, wanna come?'" I hear Sel say. 

"Uh, sure, I say very uneasy" 

We get up and walk behind this big curtain. There are so many people, it's actually overwhelming. We greet a few people, that I don't even know. 

"Can we go back to our seats now?" I ask Sel and she agrees. 

We are on our way back to our seats and I am checking my Twitter. I suddenly bump into someone much bigger than me. Niall.

"Demi?" He says in a very cute Irish accent. 

"Niall!!" I say excited and give him a hug. 

"Hows it going?" He asks very timidly. 

"Great, how about you?" I ask. 

"Great." 

"Where are the boys?" I ask trying to make this awkwardness go away. 

"Oh, they are in their seats, but we will see each other at the after party, right?" he says. 

"Oh yea, of course, talk to you then" I say and walk off to find Selena. 

"Well... I just met Niall." I say. 

"OMG REALLY?" she says a little bit to eagerly. 

"Umm.. yes, its not that big of a deal Sel" I say kind of annoyed. 

The lights dim, telling us to quiet down. The awards weren't really that special. One Direction one a bunch of awards, as expected. I won Best Female Artist, which is still good. I felt Niall's eyes on my body the whole time I was on stage excepting my award. It was so wierd. 

I later went on to perform Skyscraper, which I must say, I slayed. It was pretty amazing. It is now the end of the show, and we are on the way to the after party. 

Selena and I changed into some shorts and a shirt. Nothing extravigant. 

We get to this unknown location, and walk inside. The lights are dimmed and everyone is either talking, dancing, or drinking.

I am trying to look for the boys, but can't seem to find them. I lost Selena now too, great. I am looking around when I feel a tap on my shoulder. 

"Hey" I say and see Niall.

"Hey, wanna meet the others?" He says. I nod and he guides me through all of the people. I see them. Harry, drinking a beer and talking to some girl. Louis, is talking to Liam, and Zayn is just staring at me. 

"Zayn, this is Demi, Demi Lovato" Niall says politely introducting me. 

"Hey," He says with a shy smirk. 

"Louis, Liam, this is Demi" Nialls says and we exchange hellos. 

"Harry, Harry!! Meet Demi" Niall says, turns out Harry was talking to Selena. Ha, what a coincidence. 

We all sit down at the table, and just talk about random things. Zayn and I start to have our own conversation about music. We actually have a lot in common. 

"Zayn, paps" I hear an older man say from behind me. 

"Don't you think I fucking know that" He says with a glare and storms off. 

They all look at me, like I am supposed to do something. 

I run outside to see him sitting on a bench with his hands in his head. 

"Zayn?" I call out trying not to anger him. 

He looks up with red eyes, it looks like he was crying.