Why Me? (A Demi Lovato Fanfiction)

Chapter 5: She's perfect

The next morning we wake up to Demi's alarm clock. We are in the exact same position we were in when we fell asleep.

"I don't want to go to school today." She says in a very attractive raspy morning voice.

"We don't have to go."

"Really?"

"Yeah, we can stop if you want to."

"Okay, sounds like a plan." She says smiling as she falls back asleep.

I wake up a few hours later. Demi is still asleep. I carefully get out of bed and make sure I don't wake her up. I put my shoes on an go to my house to get some clothes.

It didn't take very long so I expected Demi to still be asleep when I got back. I open her door very carefully and shut it behind me. I look up and see Demi curled up in the corner of her room crying.

"Oh my god! What happened?" I say dropping my bag and rushing to her side.

"I woke up and you were gone. I didn't think you would come back. I checked my phone and I got another text." She cries.

I go to her phone and read the text. After each word I read I get more and more pissed off. How can they say she's ugly? She's absolutely beautiful. She's the most beautiful person I've ever seen. She's not fat.

She's perfect.

I turn off her phone and set it down. She's still sitting on the floor when I turn around. She has her face in her hands. I walk over to her and squeeze in behind her leaning my back against the wall. My legs on either side of her. I pull her closer to me so she can rest her head on my chest. I hold her until she stops crying. I get an idea as she's calming down.

"Dem? What goes through your head when you read those messages?" I ask quietly.

"That it's true and I hate myself for it."

"Can I try something?"

She nods.

"Will you stand up for me, please?" I ask.

She stands up and so do I. I get her to walk in front of her full length mirror. I stand in front of her and wipe the remaining tears off her cheeks with my thumbs. I walk behind her and put my hands on her waist, lightly grabbing the hem of her shirt.

"Do you trust me?" I ask just above a whisper.

She nods and I slowly pull the hem of her shirt up. I'm watching her face through the mirror and she looks scared. I pull her shirt all the way of and place it on her bed. I really don't want to freak her out, but I need to show her how perfect she is.

I slowly put my hands on the too of her pants and unbutton her jeans. I'm not looking at her face this time. I'm trying my best not to make her feel uncomfortable. I pull her jeans off and place them on the bed with her shirt. I walk to her desk and get a marker that is sitting in a cup on the corner.

I turn around and look at her. She's standing there with a black bra and black underwear. She is absolutely breathtaking. I walk back to where I was standing behind her and hand her the marker.

"Write everything you don't like about yourself on the mirror."

She nods and walks closer to it. I just stand there as she makes the list. She steps back when she's done and I read the list.

Scars

Hips

Freckles

Lips

"I want you to love yourself an feel comfortable in your own skin. I want you to see yourself through my eyes." I say softly kissing her exposed shoulder.

She nods and looks at me through the mirror.

"Your scars don't define you. They tell a story and what you've been through, but not who you are. They are a part of you and that makes them beautiful." I say running my hand over her wrist.

I move my hands to her stomach. Grazing my fingertips over the soft skin. Her breath hitches a bit. I lightly wrap my arms around her stomach.

"Your stomach is perfect. There is absolutely nothin wrong with it. You don't need to skip meals. I know you do it... Trust me, you're perfect just the way you are."

I slide my hands to her hips. I just leave them there. I don't say anything for awhile.

"You have amazing curves. They compliment you so much. Your body is beautiful and perfect the way it is. I wouldn't change anything about you... ever."

I turn her around so she facing me. I still have my hands resting on her hips.

"Your freckles are defiantly my favorite feature. They are so cute and adorable. I would love to be able to see them all day everyday."

She smiles and bites her lip. As soon as she does my stomach erupts with butterflies.

"And last but defiantly not least, your lips. I love your lips because they provide you with the most beautiful smile I've ever seen. Every time I see it, I can't help but smile myself... You have no idea how tempting they are..."

I whisper the last part, moving my head closer with every word. When we are a fee centimeters apart I stop. I can feel her hot breath on my face.

"May I?" I whisper.

She nods. I smile and caress her cheek, pulling her face closer to mine. I softly place my lips on hers, giving her a light kiss before kissing her again. This time a little bit harder and longer. Demi wraps her arms around my neck pulling me closer as I wrap my arms tighter around her waist, doing the same. I lick her bottom lip asking for entrance. She allows me in and immediately deepens the kiss, running her fingers through my hair. Our lips move in perfect sync as our tongues dance in each others mouth. Slowly I break the kiss, needing air. We stand there with our foreheads touching, trying to catch our breath.

"Demi?"

"Yeah?"

"Will you be my girlfriend?" I ask.

She smiles slowly pecking my lips.

"I thought you would never ask." She says winking.