Y/n has been deployed for 7 months in Iraq, Demi has been on tour for 5 of those 7. Demi's mental health and not doing okay, she misses y/n more than anything and can barely get through her shows anymore. She hasn't relapsed in drugs and alcohol but she's come close. Tonight she performs in her last show of her Europe tour before heading to South America. She sat in her dressing room before the show reading Y/n's letters you wrote her, reading the sentimental words over and over
"you are stronger than your demons."
You had just gotten off the plane in Paris ready to surprise your girl when she texted you, "Baby I'm not okay." You heart shattered and you ran faster to catch your uber. When you arrived to the venue her assistant mer you outside to sneak you in. Practically running to side stage before Demi finished Cool For The Summer, seeing her dance with other people like that made you extremely jealous but you trusted her so you really didn't care. She's an adult and can make that decision for herself. The final note hit and Demi hit her final pose as you stepped onto stage, the crowd screaming even louder, kinda hurting your ears. Demi looked around confused before spotting you in uniform, she through her arms up and squealed before sprinting as best as possible in heels to you as you got ready to catch her. Feeling her legs wrap around your waist suddenly melted all your stress and fears. She was save, alive, healthy and back in your arms. Demi felt the same way for you. She couldn't lie there were times when she would worry you wouldn't come back alive. "I missed you so much. So so so much." You sobbed out, Demi's tears soaked your shoulder as she leaned back to look into your eyes. You put her down before she wrapped her arms around your neck leaning in to kiss you. Your lips met and the both of you smiled into the kiss as her fans went wild. The two of you walked hand and hand backstage for her quick change. You helped her get ready before walking her back and kissing her again before she went to perform her final two songs.
After the show the two of you cuddled in bed for hours, soaking in every second of each others presence. "You're a bitch, you know that right?" You finally spoke up, Demi chuckled, "For what?" You sat up to look her dead in her eyes, "You never sent me any sexy photos so I had to get off without your body in front of me, which I don't mind, but I do." Demi laughed out loud for a solid 5 minutes while you pouted hard. She pushed you backwards on the bed, "Well maybe I can make up for it?" You giggled before rolling her off you and cuddled into her side, "Maybe tomorrow. I'm tired." She groaned and turned the lamp off wrapping her arms around your already half asleep self. She was just thankful you were back with her.
