The Day I first Met You...

Chapter 7.

Demis POV cont.

"So I guess you can say my life is over. At least what I always knew my life to be. I thought I'd come home after my first uni year, go on holiday, relax, go out with old friends and finally get round to helping my mum paint the house yellow like she'd always wanted. God knows why she'd want a yellow house but still she'd talked about it since I can remember. Over the last two weeks though it all changed. Mum died, she's gone, we buried her and that's it. Nothing about that can change or get better. Now my only immediate family I have left, my amazing sister and brother are moving to one side of the world and I'm moving to the other side. It's my decision and I'm sticking to it but fuck I'm going to miss them. None of this is in the least bit fair and I can feel myself completely unravelling again but I'm going to do this on my own. I'm going to America and I'm going to find a life I can love and be happy in."

I wiped the tears off my face and scrolled beyond the text. This girl had posted a selfie under the writing, not the usual pouting made up face type selfie... just a simple picture of her looking into the camera with defiance, she looked strong on the outside but oh my gosh the sadness in her eyes was killing me.

I wanted to keep reading but it felt wrong, like I was reading this girl's journal, her personal thoughts. Instead I clicked on some of the links at the top of the page, first 'about me': she was 19, from England, studying English with Music in a place called Manchester. I then clicked the 'my face' link. She was beautiful, tall dark hair piercing eyes and a very cute smile.

The only thing that jolted me out of my own thoughts was the tour bus stopping. I glanced at the time, it was 5am and we'd reached the hotel already. I hadnt realised Id been awake so long but now I was tired and definately needed a shower. Gathering my stuff up first I waited for Max at the bus door, it may have been 5am but there was papparazzi there already. I hated it, especiallly when I was tired and looked a mess. When max was there I pulled my hood up and walked quickly by his side until we reached the hotel lobby and I was given my room key.

"Okay Demi you have until 10am then Marissa will be arriving, then at 12.30 you have a radio interview then training then you're free the rest of the day." It was Natalie, she's my assistant officially but shes so much more, she keeps me together and grounded.

"Thanks Natalie, I'm gonna go shower and sleep just let Marissa in my room when she gets here."

She nodded and walked away as I reached my door and walked in to the beautiful suite, sometimes I still couldnt get over the luxury of some things in my life. I quickly found the huge king sized bed and flopped down on my back. Maybe i would just shower later I thought as I pulled a pillow down under my neck and closed my eyes...

*later that day*

I woke up to the sound of my hotel room tv blaring and the radio on at the same time and a pillow flying across the room hitting my face. That meant one thing only -

"hey loser! you're awake! get up and play with me!"

Marissa was here.

"Hey Rissa" I replied sleepily, "what time is it?"
"11:30, you have like half hr before we leave for your radio interview, so we're gonna order brunch and catch up!"
"I love how even you know my schedule better than me. Makes my life so much easier when I have a team of people to make sure I'm not late!"

I dragged my ass out of bed and to the sofa Marissa was sat on, wrapping us both in the comfy hotel blanket I have my best friend a huge hug. I'd missed her this last few months. Sometimes I hated being so busy.

"So tell me all about the first show babes! I've seen so much on twitter about how fucking amazing you were."

I smiled and began to tell her all about the previous evening, the thrill of it all, how proud I was of 5H and little mix, how my lovatics made me feel amazing. Mid sentence she cut me off.

"OMG who is it?"
"What are you talking about Riss?"
"Demetria Lovato, we've known each other how long now? I know you and I know that wistful look in your eyes. Your voice is telling me you're excited about last night but your eyes are telling me you're distracted thinking about someone special... So, dish!"

I hadn't noticed but I guess she was right I still was thinking about the girl from the blog.

"I haven't met anyone..."
"Bullshit Lovato! Who is he? or she? tell me it's a she that'd be so cute!"

Marissa knew about my bisexuality, she was one of a small few.

"I mean it Marissa I haven't met anyone... but there's this girl -"

I saw her eyes light up.
"a girl who I came across online, a fan actually, and I can't get her off my mind. I mean I guess I'm attracted to her but I'm just intrigued by her and her story. I really don't know much about her but I came across her blog online and, yeah... I'm intrigued."

"A fan? How fabulous. I love normal people." she said giggling, "Show me then!"

I took the iPad off her and opened the webpage. I showed her the post I read and the links at the top.

"Wow, she's beautiful... and sad and deep. She's perfect for you!" Marissa giggled playing with me. So what if I was attracted to people who were more than just skin deep.

"Hey what's this? It says 'ask'... oooh you can send her a message! do it do it!!"
"What the fuck Marissa are you kidding me? Do you know how crazy that'd make my lovatics?"
"You can do it anonymously look."

I looked at what she meant. Maybe I should send her a message...

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A/N:
guys sorry this has taken so long and if it's shit. I've not been doing to well lately.
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