Life On Tour

Ten

Demi's pov

I sat up quietly and looked over at Callie, asleep, her small frame wrapped around her blanket. 

I quickly started packing up my bags, knowing I should have done it last night. I stepped into the bathroom, the intention to pack up my things when I saw that Callie's makeup bag was still lying on the floor.

I picked it up carefully, and was going to zip it up; when I saw it. Two small pieces of her razor, snapped clean in half. The blades missing; clearly a cheap two blade razor kept just for this purpose.

The blades were long gone, not anywhere in the bag and I had a feeling no matter where I searched I wouldn't find them.

I should be worried about what this could mean for my tour, but all I can think about is her screams.

The scream that ripped from her mouth when I tried to comfort her, the scream that woke me up and the name that had fallen from her lips; Beth.

I know I shouldn't have yelled at her, told her I was done, but I was just furious. She can't keep falling apart and freaking me out and not explaining after.

I also can't expect her to tell me though, ugh it all hurts my head. I just want her to talk to me, I just want to fix it for her.

That's not my role to play though is it? I'm not anything but a friend to her....but god could I be more?

Callie's pov

I woke slowly, eyes blinking in the blinding sun until a shadow fell over me.

"Hey..." she mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper.

She had her bags all packed neatly beside her, and I could see my own stuff piled neatly from the bathroom.

"Hey" I finally mumbled, my voice gravely from crying and screaming.

She held her hand out with a small coffee "I got you a Starbucks...it's just a cappuccino, I realised when I got to Starbucks that I don't actually know what coffee you drink" she blurted, her speech picking up as she grew more nervous.

"Thanks Diva" I smiled and her smile she returned was blinding and beautiful all at the same time.

She softly shoved my shoulder, so i fell back into the bed; having sat up just to drink my coffee.

"I'm not a diva" she smiled.

"Also, diva, I drink vanilla lattes. Just so you know for next time" I laughed as I took another sip of coffee. Ugh sugar to coffee ratio was perfect.

I stood up slowly and stretched, my jersey pulling up above the waist of my shorts.

I yawned and stifled a laugh as I saw Demi turn a nice shade of pink at my exposed stomach.

I pulled her in for a hug "I'm sorry about....everything. I shouldn't have yelled at you...and I should explain what happened, it's not fair to scare you and pretend nothing happened" I softly mumbled.

She sighed into my shoulder and shrugged "Of course I want to know, but I also can't expect you to just tell me everything because I ask. I should know better than that" she gave me a small squeeze and pulled away.

"I get caught up in wanting to make things better and knowing that talking could help, that I forget I'm still someone new to you" She smiled at me and held her hands up in mock defence.

"So diva, how much time do I have before we leave?" I smiled, earning a groan of protest at her nickname.

"I'm never going to lose the nickname diva am I? And we have about an hour and a half before we have to head downstairs" Demi laughed, shaking her head adorably.