Demi Lovato Imagines

3 AM

As sick as a dog. That's how you feel at the moment. It's gotta be in the middle of the night, as you woke up at 1 AM and have been awake for quite some time just coughing and running to the toilet only for you to not be able to throw up.

That, plus your girlfriend isn't there. She went to the studio after dinner, and ended up staying there some longer.

You started feeling sick just after dinner, and just after she left so she has no idea you were feeling like this, if she'd known she definately wouldn't have left.

You cough some more, before miserably throwing your body back on the stack of pillows you were laying on before and looking over at the tv.

You'd put some random show on to distract you from being so sick, seeing you can't fall asleep- you've tried, multiple times even- but you just couldn't.

Meanwhile downstairs, Demi just came home from spending time at the studio, she finally got some songs for her new album done and of course, she's really happy about it.

She hangs up her coat and walks to the kitchen to grab a glass of soda before realising the time.
3:25, damn, she really spent a lot of time there.
It doesn't really matter though, as you two didn't have any plans for tomorrow and you could just spend the whole day in bed.

Just thinking about you makes her giddy, even being away from you for just a few hours made her miss you, so she decides to go upstairs so she can cuddle into your dead sleeping body until she falls asleep too, just like any other night where she comes home late- from being at the studio or being out with friends and slips in bed with you.

The door opens, dimmed lights from the hallway shining into the bedroom as Demi softly walks in, obviously expecting you to be sleeping, seeing her surprised look as she sees you awake-barely, but that's not important, laying in the middle of the king size bed.

"Hey baby, what are you doing up? You're not waiting for me, right? 'Cause I told you, you don't have to! You need your sleep." She rambles, walking over to your side of the bed after getting out of her sneakers and leaving them by the walk-in-closet and sitting down next to you.

"Mm, no, I'm sick" You just about mumble as she takes you in her arms.

"What? Oh my god. What's wrong baby? Headache? Is your stomach upset? Was dinner not well cooked or something?" She worries.

"I'm just really nauseous and a stomache ache. I think I ate something bad, I guess. And my throat hurts too." You say, leaning more into her.

"Oh, my baby. Do you need me to get you anything?" She asks, looking at you worriedly as you shake your head.

"I can get you some soup? Oh no, that's not good, you'll just throw that up. Some crackers?"
"No, thank you, though"
"You need some food in you, uhm, hot tea? That's good, right?" You shake your head again.

"You don't want anything? I kinda get it, I'll jist grab some water for you, that's really important." She beams, getting up.

"Let's get you to sleep then, maybe you'll feel better in the morning? Let me just change real quick" she says, getting up and walking to the closet to grab an oversized shirt and changing into it.

She quickly brushes her teeth and hair in the bathroom, washing her face and grabbing a bucket from the little bathroom closet and placing it next to your bed.

"If you need to throw up tonight just do it in the bucket and wake me up, okay?" she says before getting a glass of water from the bathroom and putting it on your bedside table.

She turns off the tv and gets under the covers, taking you in her arms.

She smiles softly at you and kissing your forehead as you lean your head on her shoulder.

"Goodnight, my love. I hope you feel better tomorrow. I'm sorry for being away tonight." She says, stroking your hair and playing with the ends.

"It's okay, I'm a big girl" You mumble and she giggles as you slowly fall asleep in her arms.