Stop The World

I Love You, You Love Me

Demi’s POV

 

Instead of going home I just sat in my car wishing that I could go back into Selena’s house and apologize, but I knew apologizing wouldn’t help in my case. I knew that she would find out about me sleeping around eventually. Just like she figured out that I had been fighting an eating disorder, cutting and drinking whenever I got the chance. I didn’t want to hurt her in any way but I also couldn’t keep living this way with her. Yes I love her but why couldn’t people just know about us already? I think that’s why I ended up fucking all those other people, and yes I said fucking because that’s what it is when it doesn’t mean anything. In all reality all I wanted was Selena. Sometimes I’d even picture her in the place of whoever it was in bed with me, of course that didn’t make what I was doing right but it felt right at the time. I have no clue how I’m going to fix this, this time. All I know is that I’m way too tired to drive home. Looks like I’ll be sleeping in my car tonight.

 

Selena’s POV

 

I woke up early the next morning, not because I wanted to, but because I just couldn’t sleep knowing I was alone in my bed for the first time in forever. Usually I’d only be alone if she was on tour and I couldn’t go with her, but now I was alone because she didn’t fight for me. I just sat in my bed for a while wishing Demi would call or knock on my door, but I didn’t think that was going to happen. I went and opened the shades to my window to let the natural light come through and as I looked down into the street I saw Demi’s car still parked in the same spot she had pulled into last night. I walked down the stairs and out to her car. As I looked into the passenger side window I saw her sleeping faced towards me. I couldn’t help but notice how adorable she looked, even if I was mad at her, with her smeared makeup from the night before and hugging her knees close to her body. I lightly knocked on the window and she moved her body a little, opening her eyes slowly. I gave her a weak smile as she rolled the window down.

“I thought you didn’t feel like seeing me...” she said in her sleepy voice.

“Come inside, so you can wash your face and get proper rest.”

“Are you sure?” she asked a little more alert with an eyebrow raised.

“Yeah come on. I’ll fix you something to eat too.” I don’t know why I was doing this. Maybe it’s because I feel bad and she has a way of pulling me in everytime no matter how upset she makes me.

“Alright.” she rolled up the window, opened her door and walked in the house behind me. We didn’t say much once we got inside. I watched her as she made her way to the bathroom, once she was inside and I could hear the water running I laid down on the living room couch. I heard my bedroom door close and figured she would sleep for awhile so I tried doing the same without success. An hour had passed so I decided to make something for Demi and myself. By the time I had finished she still wasn’t up and I didn’t want to eat without her so I made my way to my room and found her sleeping in just her underwear and bra. I gently put my hand on her shoulder and whispered, “Demi, wake up...”

I’m just glad she isn’t a heavy sleeper. She opens her eyes slowly then turns her back to me laying her head back on the pillow.

“Demi, come on breakfast is going to get cold.”

“I’m not hungry anyway...” she mumbled with her eyes still closed.

“Really? But you didn’t even eat before you went out last night.”

“I ate there.”

“Demetria, don’t lie to me. You need to start eating more.”

“Ugh okay Mother, “She sat up and looked at me, “What did you make me?”