Demi Lovato Imagines

Meeting Beyoncé

You had been a major Beyoncé stan for as long as you can remember, your childhood bedroom's walls being filled with posters you ripped from magazines as soon as they were in the shops or at your house, and always playing the music.

Your collection of Beyoncé shirts was so big that you could wear a different one every day for a year, and the same with the perfumes.

For every birthday that you've had for the past 12 years, you've asked for Beyoncé stuff, such as tour books, dvd's and clothing. Yet you've never been to one of her shows..

Your parents couldn't afford a ticket to her show, because it was quite expensive and your family already had some money problems, and even when you started making your own money, you haven't had the chance to go.

Your girlfriend, Demi, of course knows all about this obsession, seeing you were blasting all of her songs like 24/7, and whenever you got the chance, you would talk about the woman.

The last time you were with Demi on her tourbus, and you got homesick, the only way to calm you down was by putting you in front of the television with a dvd from the On The Run tour on, laying you on the couch underneath your Beyoncé blanket.

And now, as your birthday was coming up, she got a surprise for you.

It was the week after your birthday, and of course, she spoiled you with presents on that day, but she had one more present for you.

The On The Run II tour was in LA, that evening, and she got you front seat tickets, and you could go backstage after the show.

As she gave you the tickets, you couldn't believe it at first, and then you cried. And passed out.

And now, it's 2 days later, the day of the show.
The show's at 7 pm tonight, and it's 6 pm right now. You've already put on your favorite Beyoncé shirt, with a black and white checkered skirt and a pair of white yeezy's.

A grey Beyoncé flag is laying next to your phone on the kitchen table, as you're patiently waiting for when it's time to leave. Your hair and makeup having been done hours ago, since you're so excited and couldn't wait.

You squeal excitedly as you see Demi walking down the stairs, in a black jumpsuit with a pair of heels, and her hair and makeup being perfectly done.

You jump up, walking over to the kitchen table, grabbing the flag and your phone before running out to your black Range Rover and hopping in the passenger side.

As Demi finally started driving, you plugged your phone in and started blasting Single Ladies, your girlfriend laughing at you for being so excited, but who can blame you, you're seeing queen bey in an hour!

Arriving at the venue, you jump out of the car before hopping over to Demi's side, opening the door for her and holding her hand as you walk into the venue, you snapchatting everything. The stage is so big and beautiful! You already know this is going to be the best night ever!

An hour and a half later, the show's going on and you've already sung your lungs out. And right now, Beyoncé is standing right in front of you, and you're freaking out, holding the flag above you.

Suddenly you hear Beyoncé's southern deep voice, "I see your shirt, haha!" She giggles, pointing at you, and you just have to scream, tears running down your cheeks.

"Dem, she noticed me!" You yell, hugging your girlfriend.

"Thank you so much for this Demi, I can't thank you enough!" You say, kissing her cheek, before turning back to the queen.

Another hour and a half later, the show's done, and it's time for you and Demi to go backstage to actually meet Bey. The security guard came to get you, and you got your passes, even the passes were beautiful.

Suddenly, you stop in front of a door, and you feel your heart beating, you're actually so nervous. Then the door opens, and you see Beyoncé sitting on a white couch. You feel like you're going to pass out.

"C'mon, go baby, this is your chance!" Demi says, pushing you forward a little.

You walk into the arms of the woman you've been admiring since you were really young.

Beyoncé hugs you really thight for a few seconds before letting you go.

"Thank you so much for being my role model for all these years" you're able to murmur through your tears as she giggles, wiping them away.

Beyoncé is touching your face, what the fuck, how is this life.

"No, thank you baby! For being my fan for all these years, your girlfriend here, told me a lot, you're amazing babe!" She says, and you giggle, pulling her into another hug.

You talk for a few minutes, before taking a lot of pictures, you needing to remember this. And then it's actually time to go home.

You hug your idol for one last time, as she says
"And next time I have a show, you have to come! I'll hit you up with tickets!" She says, and you thank her.

That night when you're back at home, your make-up's off, in your shorts and tee and in bed next to your amazing girlfriend, you post the picture with Bey on your Instagram.

Not believing she liked AND commented on the photos you just posted . And all to thank is your girlfriend, who is so happy for you laying next to you, almost asleep.

"Thank you so much for today baby, I love you so much" You say, kissing her, before placing your phone down and turning the lights off, Immediately falling asleep and dreaming about the perfect day you've had.