On Tour with Demi Lovato

Ch11- Carson meet floor.

CARSON'S POV

"...Carson. Car. Carson. Sonny. Car."

"Fuck off." I grumbled to the voice that was currently disturbing my sleep, I think it's Demi, the moron. So to solve this problem, I rolled over. Only to land on the floor. Which caused a massive round of laughter to float around the room, all not realising the sheer agony my body is in.

"Bloody stupid floor, fucking stairs." I grumbled to myself, quiet enough to be unheard through the loud obnoxious laughter coming from everyone.

"Carson, are you ok?" Came from next to me, from what I assume to be Cherie, I couldn't tell because I had my eyes tightly shut to numb the pain ricocheting through my whole body. By now the laughter had died down and I was just laying there, trying to- and successfully managing to roll onto my stomach, only quietly wincing at the pain not realising my hoodie had rolled up slightly.

"Oh my god, Carson, what's on your back? Are they bruises?" Demi questioned, concern lacing her voice as several pairs of footsteps approached me. I finally willed my eyes open and turned my head to the side to face everyone's direction.

"You will laugh if I tell you the story." I grumbled in reply. "Why did you wake me up anyways, I was having a great dream" I start to whine, trying to change the subject.

"I promise we won't, can we see them?" Alecia asked gently, ignoring my attempts to move on.

"Do you have to?" I say from my spot on the carpet, knowing they would treat me like I was fragile if they saw the full extent. Wow the carpet is actually pretty comfy, probably one of the most comfiest carpets I have ever laid on. Maybe I will see if this carpet is comfy enough to sleep on-

"Carson? Carson!?" The sound of my name being said by Demi, brings me out if my thoughts.

"What?" I groan in reply.

"What were you thinking about? Are you ok?" Cherie questions

"I was thinking about how comfy your carpet is, and yes I'm fine" I begin "anyways, I was a stupid idiot who decided to fall down half a flight of stairs at my apartment yesterday when I got home." I continue.

"The stairs, ouch!" Alecia replies "I did that once..." She continues, I zone out, too tired to pay attention.

"Can I look?" Demi timidly asks, bending down next to me.

"Do I have to move?" I reply

"Nope, I promise to be careful" she answers and begins to slowly lift the back of my jumper up. Her hands as well as the cold air causing shivers to run up my spine. As soon as my Jumper is as high as it can go with me laying here, Alecia stops mid sentence and a collective gasp goes around the room.

"Some stairs, oh god, are you sure your ok? Your back is black and blue, as well as your sides. What's your stomach like?" Marissa asks from behind Alecia. As soon as she mentions stomach, my thoughts immediately go to the several scars and tat's it houses. No one is going to see them.

"I'm sure it's about the same as It was yesterday" I reply "now, what is the time and why did you wake me?" I question.

"It's 9:30 and we decided we wanna go out for breakfast. It looks like we all fell asleep on the couches" Alecia replies changing the subject, in which I return with a grateful smile.

"Out for breakfast? Yeah right, I just slept in these clothes, I'm not gonna sit in a restaurant. Especially with Demi and all and being at risk for paparazzi and all." I reply, forcing my sore body into an upright position.

"You look fine and anyways, it's not like anyone's really gonna care what clothes we are wearing. Plus this is the one of the last times we will all get to be together with Demi and Rissa before the tour." Cherie points out.