Paparazzi

9. Here's Your Chance.

CHAPTER 9- Here's Your Chance. 

Demi's POV 

"We all dance with the devil sometimes." 

              I sighed, "Well you know my story, right?" Jake nodded, his solemn expression holding, "Well sometimes I just get a little bit overwhelmed when I get self conscious and the voices are telling me terrible things. I was crying and things just seemed so dark I wanted to-" I stopped myself but Jake took my hand and squeezed it, encouraging me to go on. 

"I wanted to cut." I concluded, without any emotion. 

Jake inhaled sharply through his nose and I grimaced.

"Okay time for you to go." 

His head snapped up, "What?" 

I nodded, "Go and leave me. You can go tell the media how fucked up I am still and how i'm not the strong person I put myself out to be." 

Jake's mouth hung open, "Is that how low you think of me?" 

I shook my head, "Just speaking from past experiences. They have this infatuation that I'm fixed and life is going to be Candyland with me and then I don't live up to their expectations and they leave. So here's your chance." 

Jake sighed and all of a sudden my body was whirling through the air and he landed on top of me, hovering so our lips were inches apart. 

"Lets get one thing straight Dems. I'll never leave you, no matter how hard you push or shove or kick and yell at me to go away, I'll always be here. I don't expect this thing of ours to be perfect, we're gonna fight like hell about stupid shit but at the end of the day it's just gonna be you and me. Okay?"

As an answer, I leaned up and pressed my lips to his, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling Jake's body closer to mine. After a while we both pulled away, gasping for air. 

"Okay." (A/N; Get all your 'OMG TFIOS SO CUTE' Comments out now bc their annoying af.) 

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