Cry Baby (Demi Lovato)

ELEVEN

Blunt fingernails trace across the skin of my thigh as her body twitches, while she comes round from her nap. She had been asleep on my lap for around an hour, her body resting peacefully against mine while her mind drifted through her subconscious.

"Mmmm." She mumbles through dry lips, unknowingly rubbing her face against the soft cotton of my leggings. I allow my hand to drop into her hair, running my fingers through the soft tresses as she slowly blinks open her eyes.

"D- Demi?"

"Yeah, I'm here." I whisper back, watching her body tense for just the second before she lets herself soak in the comfort.

"What are you doing here?"

"Because, I-" Fumbling over both of my words, I knew I had no excuse. "I guess I just wanted to be with you. Are you ok?"

"I'm fine."

"I'll ask again, are you okay?" I pressed, as she sighs.

"I- It's complicated. Did you have fun with Wilmer?" It's hard to miss the malice in her voice as she spits his name.

"I did actually."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, I told him all about my sobriety, about the house. I even told him about you."

"About me?" She scoffs and I roll my eyes at her bitterness. The girl had no defence when it came to seeing other people anyway.

"Yeah, he was happy for me and he told maybe one day, you'd realise what was good for you."

Silence takes over as she ponders his words before sitting up a little, moving to stare into my eyes. "I told him not to be so certain." I mutter, watching her eyebrows furrow.

"What's that meant to mean?"

"Well, I think you storming out of my room was enough for me to know."

"You have no idea what happened, Demi."

"Oh, please. Enlighten me."

"Fine. I stormed out of your room because I was fucking scared. I knew Mason didn't stand a chance but I didn't know what else to say. I wasn't about to put myself out there, because I didn't want to be left again. And I know you told me you're mine but I can't go off just what you say. I've been there before and I can't help but doubt everyone's words because in the end, everyone always leaves Demi."

"I'm-"

"And I don't want a pity party. I don't want everyone to feel bad or give up on me. I just want to feel content and happy and not scared that someone will leave yet again and I'll turn to a bottle of vodka because it's the only thing that makes me feel something. Ok? I just want you and you have Wilmer-"

"Woah, woah. Mia, Wilmer is not in the picture."

"I know but-"

"No, I love Wilmer. He's such a huge part of my life and I will always love him. But I'm not in love with him. Not anymore."

"Well... okay then." Her pout is still fixed firmly on her face but thankfully her eyes and cheeks are dry, as I just smirk at her toddler temper tantrum.

"Okay then." I laugh, watching as she gives it her all not to break out into a smile, her lips curving ever so slightly. "But are you really ok?"

"I mean, Mason had some choice words for me when I broke it off-"

"What the hell did he say?!" Almost growling, if it wasn't for her grip on my thigh then I'd beat his ass myself.

"Nothing-"