DEMI P.O.V.: once I landed in Italy, I checked my phone and saw a couple texts.
Unknown~ Hey, hope you had a good flight
Unknown~ sorry, it's me Nick...my new number, my phone slipped into the swimming pool.
I smiled reading that and after entering my hotel room, I wrote a text for him.
Demi☀~ Hi Nick! I actually had a good flight...I'm in Italy already
I left my phone in the bed while I took a bath and then changed into comfy clothes to lay in bed. I took my phone and saw it.
Nick❄~ how are you now?
Demi☀~ I'm lazy, but comfortable in the hotel bed
Nick❄~ did you have dinner?
Demi☀~ I'm having it right now
I grabbed a sandwich from beside me and ate it.
Nick❄~ are you alone there?
Demi☀~ why??
Nick❄~ what about Facetiming?
Demi☀~ that'd be great...just...I'll call you
I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled knowing that I looked decent, then grabbed some food and put it on the bed in front of me and called him. He answered the call and seconds later, we were face to face.
Nick: hey (he was laying in bed as I could see)
Demi: hi
Nick: I see you're eating
Demi: I am, what about you?
Nick: I should be sleeping but since Priyanka is in Indian...well I have nothing to do and I'm just bored
Demi: so, you're talking to me cause you're bored? Really? (I sounded annoyed)
Nick: no, I mean...you know what I mean, I wanted to talk to you tho
Demi: why?
Nick: I don't know, I miss you already I guess
Demi: what? You're crazy
Nick: what?
Demi: yeah cause, you know...I don't miss you (he smiled sad) just, not yet
Nick: god, this t-shirt just is a little small for my arms (from one moment to another, he placed his phone in front of him and took off his t-shirt. He handled it on the bed next to him and looked at me...but I was clearly lost)
NICK P.O.V.: I looked at Demi after removing my t-shirt and she was puzzled looking at me.
Nick: Dem, Demi...you there?
Demi: I umm, yeah, yeah...sorry sorry, what were you saying?
Nick: nothing but you looked weird
Demi: oh, maybe the screen frozed I was just here...eating (she ate some fries)
Nick: sure?
Demi: yeah, completely (she smiled nervously and looked at the bed)
Nick: is everything okay?
Demi: yeah, is just that...the weather is getting a little hot here
Nick: oh really? That's weird (she smiled to me) well...it's getting heated here too
Demi: oh really?
Nick: I may jut take this off...wait a minute (I took off my jeans and stayed in my boxers only, then sat in front of the phone) I'm back
Demi: how big (I heard her mutter. I laughed and she looked at me ashamed) oh shit, you shouldn't have heard that...God, Nick I'm sorry, really...I feel so bad
Nick: don't worry Dem, I mean...thanks for the compliment (she cover her face with her little hands and laughed)
Demi: sorry, this is turning into an awkward conversation so before I say something crazy again...I better go to sleep, tomorrow I have a show
Nick: okay, you can go to sleep...can I watch you sleep?
Demi: what did you just said?
Nick: you heard it
Demi: well, as much as I want a boy to watch me sleep, I can't...cause my phone is running out of battery
Nick: yeah, it was a stupid idea anyways (I laid a little in the pillow and she gasped a little) sorry (I grabbed my phone again and saw her blushing. I could tell she was turned on)
Demi: Nick, I-....I better leave you now, I have to...sleep, yeah (I smiled at how nervous she was)
Nick: okay, sleep well then, I'll call you tomorrow maybe
Demi: okay, fine, sleep well too
Nick: love you
Demi: ye-yeah...me too (she was so turned on. She hung up and I smiled)
DEMI P.O.V.: I was heated, so much...my hands traveled down my body and entered my panties.
Demi: oh shit (I moaned as I put two fingers in my pussy) I hate you so much (I gave pleasure to myself for some minutes) oh God, you're the devil itself Nicholas (this was so wrong. I took another bath and went to bed again. I entered in tweeter and saw something weird)
Nick Jonas
You don't know you're grown until things like this happens...good night everyone, just so happy right now 😁💛
I posted one tweet before falling asleep.
Demi Lovato
HOLY. SHIT.
