I thought I could forgive you and I know you've changed.
"It's too tight," was the first thing that Demi said after her stylist had pushed her into a dressing room to try one of her tour outfits on. She was trying something different this tour with new costumes and a few backup dancers and new backup singers. She wanted it to be bigger than anything that she has ever done, she just wasn't too sure how she would pull it off.
"Demi, it fits perfectly," yeah because I'm sucking my stomach in. She could barely zip the costume up at first but she finally got it. But now she was hardly breathing. The thick material was digging into her abdomen and it was so uncomfortable.
"Well we can add more fabric but you need to practice in it to make sure it moves the right way. We'll do All Night Long and Neon Lights in it," Maeve leaned forward and tugged the material away from Demi's stomach, as if that would help. Demi nodded but got the sudden urge to cry. Everything was just too much. Her and Wilmer had gotten back from Hawaii a week ago and things still weren't okay. She just wanted everything to be okay again.
"So let's go practice with the other dancers and then you can take it off," Maeve gestured to the door and Demi nodded, using the tips of her fingers to wipe under her eyes without taking her makeup off.
"Demi, what's wrong?" Demi sniffled and shook her head, placing her hands on her hips and looking down. She was okay. She could make it through two easy dance routines in a tight costume. Then she could go home and continue to tip toe around Wilmer and everything that had been wrong with them for a little over a month now. She could do it. She was Demi Lovato. She was strong. She could do anything.
"Let's do this!" Demi placed a fake beaming smile on her face and followed Maeve out to the stage because she was Demi Lovato and she could do anything.
"Demi," Eiza reached for the younger girl but upon seeing the expression on her face, she instantly lowered her hand and tucked it into her side. There really was no way to explain this situation without her getting hurt.
"You're not pregnant with your fiance's baby," Demi stated in a dangerously low voice. The funny thing was, and the scary thing was, that she still had a smile on her face. She had the calmest smile on her face that hadn't wavered even after she had walked into the room.
"Answer me," she was still smiling, even if her tone was harsh and dangerous.
"No," Eiza admitted, glancing down at her stomach. The bloating was unnoticeable to everyone else, but since it was her body, she was very well aware of it. This thing had happened, and there was no going back.
"You're pregnant with Wilmer's baby," there was a tone of shock in Demi's voice but she had figured it out as soon as she heard Wilmer blabbing on about how much he loved her and just made a mistake. She had made mistakes too. She had accidentally cut too deep. She had fallen for someone who would never love her like she loved him. She had punched one of her backup dancers in the face. Those were all mistakes. But none of them involved bringing a child into the world with someone she didn't love.
"Do you guys have anything to say for yourselves?" Demi felt like a principle reprimanding two bad kids.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. This wasn't even supposed to happen. I feel nothing for Wilmer. He's just a really good friend, but I don't love him and I don't want to be with him. I am so sorry, Demi," Eiza apologized, touching her hand to her heart as if that was supposed to add a little bit of sincerity to her apology. Demi believed that or at least she wanted to, but how horny did you have to be to lie down in bed with someone that you don't love or at least have feelings for?
