Demi Lovato Imagines

The Set-Up

Sirah:
Just leaving now. Pick u up in 5 x

You glance down at your phone momentarily before immediately sticking your hand back in your suitcase to make sure you did in fact pack that extra bikini. You can't go to Belize with only two, right? You're staying on a tropical island for Pete's sake! Satisfied that the extra one is buried near the bottom, you finally zip the case up for the last time and head for the door. Keys, check. Passport, check. Through the frosted glass, you see the blurry shape of a car pull up at the front and your phone buzz again in your pocket. Sirah's here. You don't even have time to open the door and call over to say you got her message before she's out the driver's side and skipping up the short drive to meet you. 

"Y/n!" she cheers.

"Sirah!"

She laughs as she grabs the handle to your case and begins strolling it behind her towards the car, leaving you to lock up. That electric buzz of nervousness tingles through you at the familiar fear of forgetting something but you expel it with a deep breath. It's only a week. What could you possibly have forgotten that you can't last a week without? I mean, a phone charger for one, but that's definitely tucked in the front pocket of your backpack. You checked, thrice. 

"Hurry up, I wanna go!" Sirah shouts through the open driver window. She's already started the engine again, sunglasses perched eagerly on the end of her nose. Behind yours, you roll your eyes, purposefully meandering down the drive to tease her. As soon as you've closed the passenger door, she's off, not even waiting for you to buckle your seatbelt. 

"Hey!" you giggle, "What's the rush? Flight's not 'til three."

"Yeah but we're meeting everyone there. I need to check them off the list," she pouts, stretching into the backseat and pulling out a piece of crumpled paper with a list of names on it. 

"Ugh, you and your lists," you groan with a smile, "Can I see?"

As soon as you ask, her grip tightens on the white script and she crunches it down into the space beside her seat. The space on the opposite side to you. 

"No, you cannot," she says firmly, pursing her lips which tells you she's hiding something. 

"Sirah? What are you not telling me?" you ask, looking straight at her despite the fact her eyes are locked on the road. 

"Nothing," she replies quickly, fighting not to let the smile tug any more on her lips. 

"...Sirah...? Demi's not coming, is she?" you say with a threatening hint to your voice. She doesn't reply. 

"Sirah?!"

"Just chill, Y/n, you'll have fun."

You huff back into the seat, feeling sweat prickle on your upper lip. 

"Not if she's there, I won't," you grumble, fighting hard not to depress the mood of the holiday too much, "She better not be at that airport, I swear to God, Sirah..."

She still doesn't reply, driving in silence for another few minutes before wordlessly indicating right. The airport comes into view. 

***

"Belize twenty-nineteen squad, where you at!?" Sirah whoops as she runs towards the group of people standing near baggage check-in. Everyone turns at the sound of her voice, plastering huge grins on their faces as she hugs them all one-by-one. You recognise them all, every single one of them. Demi's smug face stands out from the rest, her coy smile radiating sickeningly as the natural light streaming through the huge windows illuminates her face. 

"Right, me and Y/n are going to go drop these off then we can head to security. Back in a sec!" she says, pulling you by the hand towards the desks. You drag your feet, making it obvious to her that you're pissed.