Demi Lovato Imagines

Demons

"Don't touch me" she says to me with no emotion whatsoever, her back facing me as we lay on our king size bed.

She's been distant a lot lately and won't let me even touch her, sometimes not even look at her. She spends every spare second in our bedroom, hiding in the covers which seems to be a lot more recently since she has been calling her management and telling them to cancel shows and interviews that day. Her managemrnt have called me a few times to ask what is going on with her and I wish I had the answers but she won't speak to anyone unless it's telling them to not look at her.

I sometimes catch her talking to our dog Batman when she's cuddling with him in bed. Batman is even worried about her, he spends every second by her side or cuddling with her. I wish he could talk and tell me what Demi is saying to him.

"Dems, please turn over? Come cuddle into me? I won't touch you, I promise" I plead. She turns over to face me then moves closer to me. I lay on my back and open my arms but making no effort to move them to give her reassurance. She moves closer so that her head is resting on my chest and carefully places her hand next to it. I see a small smile on her face from having the contact with me and it being something she is okay with. "Hey, there's that smile I love so much" I say with a smile on my face. There was a time she would always be smiling but it's been weeks since the corners of her mouth moved upwards or showed any happiness whatsoever.

The smile grew bigger with my words which brought me so much happiness. I carefully took hold of her hand as if it would break if I dropped it and brought it to my lips, placing a small kiss on her knuckles then placing it back on my chest, not letting go. She moves closer so more of her body is pressed against my side as she cuddles more into me. "I'm sorry baby" she whispers. I turn onto my side so I can look at her properly, trying not to cause her any discomfort. "What's going on in that beautiful mind of yours baby girl?" I ask her in a caring tone.

A strand of hair falls in front of her face so I reach and brush it towards the back of her head, lightly scratching her head like she loved me doing when we first started dating those few years ago. What she said next wasn't somethin g I ever thought I'd hear again. "My demons are back."

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