Demi Lovato Imagines | ✔

Notes (Part 2)

Demi's POV
The next day, my phone blew up, mostly because of the comment I made yesterday. I read each reply I received one at a time.

watingfordemi @ddlovato omg is Y/N ok? I'm so worried for her!
grandelovato @ddlovato omg demi, I'm so so sorry for tagging you, pls forgive me, ily, I will never unstan u😔❤️
selenasdemetria @ddlovato demi! ilysm, I'm sorry😢💕

Well, the fakies are back at it again, especially that watingfordemi bitch. I started typing out another reply.

"ddlovato @waitingfordemi shut the fuck up and stop faking alr, it's no use. I've been stalking ur acc for a v long time and u told ppl not to call me fat or slutty. But here u are, fucking body shaming my gf. Where's ur common sense? idc how old u are, change ur @, ur fucking pfp and stop posting ab me. peace, 12 year old lil fuck."

After hesitating whether I should press 'reply' or not, I finally decided to do it. I clicked onto her acc and pressed 'block'. I'm not letting anyone bully my baby Y/N, not even my fans.

After that, I changed back into yesterday's clothes, ready to go visit Y/N at the hospital.

"Good morning, Miss Lovato, how's your day?" the receptionist at the hospital asked. "Great, uhm... I'm here to visit Y/N," I smiled. "Great, I believe she's awake by now, follow me," she smiled. Her smile is cute, but it isn't as cute as Y/N's. I followed her as she led me to the hospital lift. We went up to level 16 and turned left. As soon as I saw Y/N's ward through the corner of my eye, I walked over to the door and knocked on it. Shortly after, I heard a soft "come in" from inside.

I slowly opened the door and behind it, I saw Y/N sitting on the hospital bed, using her phone. "Y/N!" I screamed excitedly. "Demi! I thought you'd never come!" Y/N screamed as she pulled me in for a bone-crushing hug. "Who are you kidding Y/N, I love you so much I'm gonna stay here till you get discharged!" I smiled widely. "But your album-" I cut her off, "Don't worry about it, I'll update my fans about the album, I'm sure they'll understand, you don't have to worry," I giggled. She frowned instead of smiling at the mention of my fans.

"Y/N, don't worry baby girl, I have millions of fans, I'm pretty sure at least 100 of them would support you!" I reassured her. "Thank you so much, Dem, for being here for me," she leaned in to kissed me.