Demi Caught Me (discontinued)

Chapter 8.

HANNAH POV

"What do you wanna talk about?"

"Nothin."

"Really Lovato?"

"Really, Allen."

I smile and turn away.

"Look at me." Demi whines.

"Nope." I say, popping the p.

"Fuck you." Demi says.

"Maybe later." I say, winking.

Demi turns my head and kisses me.

"I'm glad you came to the meet and greet." Demi whispers into the kiss.

"I'm glad you're kissing me right now." I say.

"Hey gu- woah." Max says.

"What?" Demi sounds hella annoyed.

"We're home." Max says.

"Good. Thanks Maxie Poo." Demi sings.

"So, so weird..." Max walks off, muttering.

"He seemed surprised." I say, awkwardly.

"Who cares." Demi says.

"Me." I mumble.

Demi and I get out of the car and she leads me up to the front door.

"Babe, I have a concert in 6 hours."

"Demi. What will I do?" I groan.

"You're coming with me, fucker. I'm introducing you."

I laugh, "You wish, Lovato."

"My wish has been granted than."

I roll my eyes and walk into the house.

"Hannah what do you want for lunch?"

"Not hungry!"

"Not the right answer."

Fuck, I hope Demi doesn't make me eat, I already feel fat from last time I ate. I can't eat. I won't eat.

"Demi I don't feel good." I say, walking over to her and wrapping my arms around her waist.

"Liar."

Demi grabs my hand and leads me upstairs anyway. She opens her bedroom door and pushes me on the bed. She lays down next me and cuddles close to me.

"I met you yesterday. We live together."

"I can leave." I say, trying to get up.

"No. I like you. You're staying." Demi says.

I smile and cuddle into Demi's arms.

"Yum, boobies are near me." Demi says, her voice is muffled.

"I don't get any boobs." I say.

"I'm preeeetty lucky." Demi says, drawing out the word.

"What the fuck Lovato? Did you just lick my boob?"

"No." Demi says.

"LOVATO. That's not cool." I say, giggling.

"Why? You want a turn?"

"Maybe." I say, only slightly joking.

Demi pokes her head out from beneath me and says "Boobs are warm. I like boobs."

"I'm glad."

"Look, my boob is warm."

I want to, but I don't want too.

Touching my idols boob is something I dreamed about, but I never thought she'd be asking me.

Demi grabs my hand and puts it on her chest.

"See? Super warm!" Demi squeals, it's adorable.

Well.

Duh.

Fuck.

"Demi, Boobs are always warm." I say.

"Well. Yours are the first I've touched so."

"Well sorry they had to be on such a disgusting person."

"Shut up Hannah."

Demi crawls on top of me.

"You're perfect." Demi says, her kisses trailing from my forehead to my stomach.

Fuck. Demi Lovato is great at giving butterfly kisses along your waistband, let me tell you.

I lean up and kiss Demi again and she shifts her weight to lean down more.

"Ow." I wince.

Demi gets off me, "Sorry. Are you okay? Sorry."

"Yeah. Just my cuts." I say.

"Oh." Demi says, narrowing her eyes.

"I have to get ready now." Demi whines.

"Go get dressed."

"Wanna watch?" Demi winks.

"Go."

"Fine." Demi pouts.

'Hannah, you're still ugly.'

I try to block the voices, but they won't stop.

'Get your blade.'

I reach to get my blade and I feel a push.

"HANNAH!" Demi says, pushing me down.

"What?"

"Don't do that." Demi says, her eyes filled with tears.

"I'm sorry." I cry.

"It's okay. We'll do this." Demi says.

"Together?" I say.

"Together." Demi promises.

"I swear it'll be together." Demi whispers.

DID YOU AEE DEMI BROKE HER ARM OR SOMETHINH LMG