Haze | Demi Lovato

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Demi

I don't know how, but I woke up in bed with Wilmer. My head was nestled into the crook of his neck, my body snuggled as close to his warmth as I could get. His arms were locked around me, and I could feel the slow rise and fall of his breathing and hear his steady thumping heartbeat.

When I opened my eyes, I blinked a few times, taking in my surroundings. I nearly sat up the moment I realized it was Wilmer next to me, but paused for a second as I took in the feeling of waking up next to him again. It felt so natural; like just for a moment, everything was perfect and back to normal. After a moment's hesitation, I relaxed in his embrace, closing my eyes as I inhaled the subtle scent of his skin. I had missed this so much; I missed him more than the drugs, or the alcohol. They had no temptation in this moment, as I laid here with him. There was no allure of getting high or drunk and partying the night away. I'd take lying here with him over any night out, any day.

Wilmer shifted in his sleep, and a moment later, his breathing changed as he woke up. I kept my eyes closed, pretending to be asleep to see what he would do. I felt him tense for a moment, then his lips touched my forehead. His hands moved me off of him, rolling me to my side, then I felt his weight leave the mattress.

NO! I wanted to scream. Stay.

Once the door closed, I peeked my eyes open and glanced at my alarm clock. It was just after eight am. I sighed, sitting up and rubbing my face. The doubts I had with Wilmer fluctuated. Some days I wanted to run into his arms and never let go of him, and other days I wanted to leave; to run away so I would never see him again.

After another twenty minutes of mulling over my internal confliction, I got out of bed, and walked downstairs. Wilmer was sitting at the counter, on his iPad, a cup of coffee next to him.

"Did you make a pot or a single cup?" I murmured, grabbing a mug from the cabinet.

"Single cup." He replied. "I didn't know how long you were going to sleep for." I made coffee, then began to walk out of the room, but his voice stopped me. "Dems?"

"What?" I said, not turning around.

"Happy anniversary."

Every muscle in my body froze, guilt and horror at forgetting our anniversary filling my stomach and turning it in knots. I turned and stared at him with wide eyes, but was only greeted by his gentle smile.

"I don't blame you." He said, looking down at his coffee. "It's been crazy lately."

"Wilmer." I breathed, rubbing my face. "I'm so sorry. I didn't even realize- fuck."

He shook his head, standing up and taking a few steps over to me. "No, please. Don't feel bad or anything... I made reservations, but we don't have to go anywhere if you don't want to."

I bit my lip, hesitating as I stared at him. "We can go... But Will, I'm not ready for anything yet."

"I understand." He smiled softly and shrugged, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Seven o'clock at Urasawa."

My mouth fell open when he named the restaurant; it's well known to be one of the most expensive places in LA. "We don't have to go there. It's way overpriced."

"It's already done." He raised an eyebrow. "And it's pre-paid."

I couldn't stop the small smile that spread over my lips. Throughout our relationship we always got in little fights about who was allowed to pick up the check. We had both gotten sneaky, going behind each other's back to the waitress, and even calling the restaurant a week before.