Demi Lovato Imagines

Mine

"Y/n, get behind me," Demi said as you stood by the open door. 

You had just gotten up at the sound of the doorbell and opened the door to reveal some dude you had never seen before. Immediately, your girlfriend had shouted for him to leave as you stood stuck in the middle of them both, wondering what the heck was happening and how Demi knew this guy. You could feel his hot breath on your face and you could tell he was anxious waiting by the door. But his expression said otherwise. It was hard and unmoving, obviously trying to give off an air of intimidation - and to be honest, it was working. 

"Demi?" you asked, wanting her to explain who this person wanting to come into your home was. 

"Demi," he said straight after, forcing Demi to shift her gaze from you to him. 

"I said leave. You're not welcome here."

"Oh really? Because I don't think that's what we had agreed on, was it?"

Demi's expression kept wavering between resilience and fear, causing your heart to pound painfully as you had no idea what was about to happen. Demi was older than you. If she was scared...there is good reason that you should be too. 

"Y/n. Come away from the door," Demi ordered again. This time, you forced your feet to shuffle back from the door and head towards her. She didn't make any move to come closer to the door so as soon as you were in reach, she grabbed your arm and pulled her behind you. From this proximity, you could feel her anxiousness radiating from her body as you planted yourself haphazardly at the far end of the living room. 

"I don't care what you think we agreed upon, Max. You're not going to ruin my life again."

As you were out of her eyesight, it was almost as if Demi had completely forgotten you were in the room. She had never mentioned this 'Max' before. Nor had she ever been willing to talk in-depth about her past. This was all too much for you to take in. 

"Demetria. Come on now. Don't do or say anything you are going to regret."

You watched as Max took one step into your home, and you felt as if the air had suddenly gotten sucked out. You wanted Demi to be more forceful and tell him to get the fuck out. You wanted her to go over and kick him where it hurts and throw his ass out onto the street. But you also didn't want her to get hurt. So all of these scenarios stayed confined in your head instead of playing out in front of your eyes. 

You could see the heavy rise and fall of Demi's shoulders in front of you as she started getting agitated, 

"No, Max, I'm not doing this again. You ruined my life once before and look what happened. You went to jail. D'you want to go back there? 'Cause if you don't leave in the next five seconds, I'm calling the police."

Jail? Who the hell was this guy? What could he have done to Demi that was so bad that he got sent to jail and you had no idea about it? You're not sure how you have remained silent up until this point, whether it be because of the absurdity of the situation...or just being stunned into silence from all these revelations. 

Taking a few more steps into the room, Max turned his attention from Demi to you. Painting a smirk on his face, he halted, then addressed Demi again, 

"If you don't wanna play ball, I'm just gonna have to have fun with someone else, won't I?"

At this, Demi's arms shoot out behind her, looking for your presence.

"You're not going to touch her. She has no part of this."

"Well then start being cooperative Demetria - have you forgotten all this already? Has your new relationship turned you stupid? I see it's certainly made you less obedient."