Your POV
You had been with Demi for about four and a half years now and it was perfect the only thing was you constantly got shit from people and tabloids for it.
You tried to keep your emotions in around Demi and not let it bother you but it has gotten to a breaking point where you've been told to take your own life and that's not okay.
Today was demis album launch party and she was upstairs getting ready when you heard her call to you.
"Y/n baby are you getting ready?" She called to you from your room.
"Uh not today dem I don't feel good" you shout back.
She comes down the stairs.
"Are u okay do you want me to cancel?" She asks worried.
"No all your fans would hate me even more then" you let it slip out.
"What do you mean" she puts her hands on your waist.
"They hate me they tell me to die and kill myself and that I'm not good enough for you and I ant take it anymore Demi okay I just can't face them." Your crying.
"Babe I had no idea let me try fix this please?" She kisses you.
She pulls up Twitter on her phone.
"So as I'm writing this tweet my girlfriend is in tears over so called "fans" now I was meant to be attending my album launch but it's going to be put on hold so I can go through Twitter and block anyone whose made even the Smallest of hateful comments towards that beautiful girl she deserves nothing but love and as my fans I would expect you to respect the girl I'm in love with"
And she presses tweet.
"Demi I'm sorry" you cry into her arms.
"Don't be baby I won't tolerate that.. I always work against bullying and if people who follow me show hate goodbye it's not okay" she kisses you and does exactly what she said she wanna gunna do and spent the evening blocking people on insta and Twitter.
