CRASH (Harry Styles and Demi Lovato)

Chapter 2 ∽ Alleged Stalker (Part 1)

DEMI'S POV

There was something about mornings that always beguiled me: How the sun illuminates through the windows, how everything seems so serene and peaceful, and I especially love the aroma of coffee waking up my senses. Now, I'm not saying that I'm a morning person 'cause trust me, I'd rather sleep till dusk than wake up at dawn. But when I get past the waking grumpiness, I learn to appreciate the ambience and just let everything around me sip in.

"Demi! Get down here and have breakfast, you have to be at the police station by 9!"

Well, there goes my morning.

"I'm coming!" I yelled back to Dorothy as I lazily rolled out of bed and picked up a pair of shorts and a tank top from the floor and put them on. "This is going to be a long day." I grumbled to myself as I went out of my room.

It was already monday and I was wishing that time would just stop. Yesterday went by just like a flash, literally, I mostly spent it locked up in my room watching movies and smoking pot since my Mum specifically instructed Dorothy not to let me out of the house. I couldn't call Brianna 'cause her mum confiscated her fucking phone and Nick dropped by, but Dorothy didn't even let him pass the gate. I tried escaping but, fuck, for a such little lady she sure is strong and clever.

I made my way down the stairs and to the dining room, making miniature steps on purpose. When I finally made it, I discovered that the room was empty... Of course, as usual, I'm having breakfast alone. ON MY BIRTHDAY.

"Dorothy!" I called out to our middle-aged, little maid and took a seat on one end of the oval-shaped glass table. A few moments later, she came into the room, pushing the vacuum cleaner in front of her. "Yes Demi?" She asked politely in her hispanic accent.

"Where's Mum?" I went straight into inquisition while putting pancakes on my plate.

"She had to leave early for work." She answered simply, knowing that it wasn't necessary to explain further. Why did I even bother asking?

"Oh okay." Was all I managed to answer as I sliced a piece of pancake and shoved it into my mouth. Dorothy turned to make her way back to the living room, but stopped midway and looked at me again, "Your mother told me to tell you happy birthday and goodluck on your first day." She said solemly.

"Tell her I don't need luck, I need a miracle." I answered without even a hint of emotion. Dorothy sighed at my reply and only nodded before turning to make her way back to the living room.

My Mum's nowhere to be found yet again and she didn't even bother showing up to breakfast even just for my birthday, how typical of her. This wasn't new to me since she has done this before; It started on my 8th birthday party, all her friends were there with their kids and yet she was absent. My dad told me that she only went out to by my gift but when she came home that night, all I recieved was a dollhouse which I didn't even want to play with. No greetings, no apologies for not being there, not even a kiss on the cheek, just that stupid old dollhouse! Which she didn't hand to me herself, by the way... she actually had her assisstant hand it to me 'cause she was too busy with an 'important business call'. And after that, it went constant... every year, she would be out of sight until I eventually grew accostumed to it and didn't expect anything from her ever again. It used to hurt my feelings when she does this but because of the high occurence rate, I just don't care anymore.

I continued eating in silence, taking a few more bites from my breakfast before deciding to just ditch it and take a shower instead. I went back up to my room and opened my closet to pick out my outfit for the day. I settled for a pair of ripped jeans, a white v-neck shirt, and my favorite pair of black Dr. Martens. After preparing my outfit, I scurried to the bathroom to take a shower.