Demi Lovato Imagines

Tour Mother pt.2

Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you can feel the tacky patches on your skin from where your tears had dried. It had been yet another night of startling awake in noiseless screams - as visions of your parents' deaths infiltrate your subconscious and terrorise you while you sleep. 

This time, thankfully, Demi had not come through to check if you were alright. 

Since being at her house during the short break from her tour, you had been plagued by these nightmares more often than not. Demi had put you in the guest bedroom just down from her own room, so she would usually hear you when you would call out crying in the darkness for the parents you have lost. And usually, if you were too loud, Demi would come padding through and get under the covers beside you. She wouldn't speak but would simply stroke your cheek until your heart stopped racing and your breathing evened out. That's the only way you are able to fall back asleep. And when you wake again when morning rolls around, Demi would still be there lying beside you, comatose. 

You feel slightly guilty when you think about this. If she is such a heavy sleeper, then how does she wake so easily to your uncontrollable cries of panic? It makes you wonder if she stays up and waits to come and comfort you, fearful that if she goes to sleep, you will be left alone in your nightmares. 

That also makes you feel ashamed. You're fifteen, for God's sake! You shouldn't need someone to sleep with you and hold your hand. Demi always dismisses these thoughts, though.

"You've gone through a really rough time, Y/n. Don't worry about it."

But you do worry about it. You feel like you are dragging her down. She needs her sleep - she's the one who is performing a world tour! It has been - what? - five weeks now of staying at her house and you just pray that you haven't been keeping her awake all that time. Any feelings of care for you are probably gone. She probably hates having you stay with her and regrets ever holding out her hand to you. She probably can't wait to get back on the road so she doesn't have to deal with you any more. 

That's probably why she never come through last night. Because you can tell by the state you woke up in that you had a nightmare. It's become obvious now. Maybe she finally got fed up and just went back to sleep. It wouldn't surprise you. You know you're a burden. 

"Y/n! Breakfast!"

Quickly rolling out of bed, you promptly make your way downstairs. You don't want to make her even more frustrated at you. Arriving in the stunning kitchen you still hadn't gotten used to dining in, you sit down at the table where a plate of food had been set. You wait for Demi to plate up her's from the stove and sit down across from you before tucking in. 

"How are you this morning?"

"I'm good - thank you for asking. And you?"

Demi laughs slightly at your formality. It has been something you haven't been able to shake. You're still not completely comfortable with the fact that you're living with such a huge celebrity, despite having worked for her for months already. You figure it changes slightly when the celebrity now acts like a replacement mom for you. 

"I'm fine...thank you for asking," she winks making your cheeks flush red in embarrassment, "Have you got any plans for today? I've got to go to this meeting about the European dates this morning so I don't want to leave you here with nothing to do..."

Demi has been really adamant about leaving you by yourself. She thinks you are going to have some sort of breakdown if you are left to your own thoughts with no one around to distract you. Of course, she hasn't said this explicitly but you get the hint. And so you always try to jump the gun and at least pretend you are going to be busy.