'heartattackdemi: OMFG THE KISS! I ship it so hard!'
'demetriadevonne: DANI AND DEMI? F*CK ME UP!'
'ENews: Trouble in paradise? Demi kisses back up dancer, while Y/N is no where to be seen. This isn't the first instance Demi seems to have played away.'
'lovinglovato: totally ship dani and demi but what about y/n?! they must have broke up lmao'
'jenxlovato: can't help but feel sorry for y/n! imagine your girlfriend kissing and grinding on dancers on tour while you're waiting for her to come home:('
You'd read enough. Too much in fact.
You didn't need a bunch of teenage girls pitying you, writing tweets about you that only made the press worse when you couldn't even get a text back from your supposed girlfriend. Demi had been on tour for around two months now, travelling the world and unfortunately, you hadn't been able to go outside of the US dates with her. Ever since she left though, it seemed the show had got riskier and riskier. Most songs now were just a mix of thrusting, grinding and cheeky kisses to each other.
Not once had she apologised or said something to you about the fact that she's out there kissing other girls and guys. That her girlfriend is waiting for her at home, working her own ass off and counting down the days till she can her her back in her arms. It confused you beyond belief, was this really just an act for the show? Or was she playing away while she could get away with it?
-
Demi was due home tomorrow, she was travelling back straight after her show and it made your stomach erupt in nerves. You had imagined this moment too many times over the previous few weeks. Would she come running home and dive into your arms? Would she race through the door and kiss your lips until they became sore? Would she surprise you with flowers or ignore her exhaustion and want to take you out? All those things were a dream now.
Only yesterday had you broke down in tears when you watched Caesar's Instagram story and saw the crew at some kind of party and Demi had kissed her dancer in what seemed like a game of truth or dares. Not because the fans love it, not because it hyped up the crowd during Cool for the Summer. She kissed someone else, seemingly quite passionately in front of her friends like she was single.
You weren't just upset, you were pissed off and betrayed. She hadn't text you back in so long that you had to message Kelsey and Jill just to find out her schedule and time of arrival home.
So now it was waiting game and god only knew what would happen when she arrived back home.
-
"I LOVE YOU GUYS! Thank you so much! See you Sunday, right? Love you! Bye! BYE!" Batman had immediately lost himself in the sound of her voice, sprinting up and down the corridors and over to the front door where he knew she'd enter from. Unlike yourself, you had stayed seated on the sofa and waited till she came in herself because quite frankly, you weren't excited to see her.
"HI BABY! Oh my goodness, you are so excited. Hello, my little love!" She cooed to the little black fur ball, his tiny paws pattering along the tiled floor of the foyer. "Where's your other momma, huh? Where's mommy?" Her much bigger footsteps seemed to follow now, getting louder as she neared your destination. "Y/N! Baby, I missed you." Running her aching legs over, she almost flattened you as she jumped on to your lap and immediately tried to kiss you. You didn't kiss back, nor did you return the hug. "Babe? This wasn't quite the welcome home I imagined."
"No?"
"No, what's wrong?"
"Oh, I don't know Dem. Maybe it's the fact my girlfriend is kissing other people. Maybe it's the fact that the whole of social media is pitying me and thinks you left me for some young, sexy dancer. Or maybe-"
"Y/N. We've been through this. Some of the songs we sing are-" Her tone was flat, verging on annoyance and she slid off your thighs and on to the velvet cushion to your left.
"Don't do that. Don't make excuses and act like this is ok. You kissed Scott? It was a joke so I ignored it. You kissed Dani? I even excused that-"
"This is your problem? I'm kissing other people?"
"Do you hear yourself, Demi?"
"I do but you have to understand, it's not like I'm cheating!"
"I'm not accusing you of that-"
"Then what are you?!"
"Let me finish! I love seeing you touring, you connect with your fans best then and you're always so so happy doing what you love and I'd never ask you to stop that. But the reality is, I do miss you a whole fucking lot Dem. So when I go on social media, checking your page, looking through my own mentions to take my mind off that you're not here or I can't be the supportive girlfriend I want to be stood stage side, all I see is tweets of abuse and sadness. Calling me names because I 'must have broke up with you' or that I've cheated or done something terrible. A small portion, who believe we're still together PITY me that you're out there kissing other people in front of thousands. You've done the sexy shit so many times before and never had to make out with your dancers every time so why now? Huh? What have I done for you to turn to other people on stage all the time? Am I not good enough? Don't I do it for you anymore?"
"Y/N-"
"Is that it? Are you bored of me? Do I not satisfy you-"
"Y/N, please!"
"Or is it just innocent old Demetria got a taste of the single life and wants to parade around sleeping with whoever she wants? Because it's not the first time you've left a relationship to pursue that." Oh shit. The voices in your head were screaming for you to shut up, to stop this rant, to stop these words just flowing from your mouth. But you couldn't stop.
"...That's how you feel?" Her voice was thick with tears as her teeth clenched her bottom lip in sadness. "Huh? I'm a whore?"
"I didn't say that- I didn't mean-" Now your words want to stumble over each other, now you couldn't form a sentence. The damage had been done and you couldn't take it back.
"I heard what you said, I know what you mean." Her voice was dangerously calm for the way you spoke to her and it terrified you. Usually when you had a disagreement, it would almost be a game to see who could scream the loudest but not today. This was too different.
"Demi-"
"Don't." Shaky fingers clenched her iPhone as she tapped the screen furiously, not acknowledging your feeble figure.
You'd fucked up. You knew that, she knew that but you were sorry. You had every right to be mad, her behaviour was unacceptable and you weren't about to sit back and play the foolish but doting girlfriend while she got up to those antics.
"I'll be back to get my things tomorrow."
"Your things?! Demi, wait!" Racing after her, you grasped on to her wrist and attempted to pull her back. However as the stronger one of you two, she snatched it back and attempted to head out of the door once again. "Wait! Can't we talk about this?"
"I think you've said enough for one night-"
"I was mad Demetria, I still am. You're not the innocent party here-"
"Oh, you made that quite clear." Your back was pressed against the front door, preventing her from leaving and walking out on you. "Let me leave, Y/N."
"No, I-"
"Let me leave." She spat, the expression on her face full of disgust. "I said I'd be back tomorrow for my things... and Batman."
"Demi-" You took a breath, ignoring the thick tears that were moistening your cheeks. Not only was she going to leave you, she was taking Batman too.
"MOVE!" Her demanding voice paralysed you, leaving you so willingly to be pushed out of the way so she could finally exit the house the two of you once shared.
The love of your life had just walked out and you had no idea if she would be returning.
