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Demi

I wish I could say seeing Wilmer made me realize I didn't love him, that I suddenly came to my senses and decided that I wasn't going to think about him anymore. But, life has never been that good to me. Over and over in my head I replayed our short conversation. His speech, I could spend hours trying to decipher it. He still cares, maybe not in a romantic way, but he still cares. Apparently, him and his girlfriend had broken up a few days after he gave the speech, she accused him of still being in love with me. I wasn't ecstatic, I know he must be hurting, he always did when these things happened, even if he wasn't in love with her. Although I have to admit, a part of me was overjoyed. I wanted to jump around screaming at the top of my lungs. In that moment, as I read the Perez article, it didn't matter that we'd barely spoken in months. Wilmer's single, and there's a chance he could be mine again.

~*~

I looked around the small coffee shop, it was completely familiar, yet at the same time held the most hurtful emotions. Wilmer and I used to come here nearly every morning to get breakfast and just look across the table smiling at each other. I haven't been here in months. We always sat at the same booth, tucked away in corner privately to escape the prying eyes of paparazzi and fans.

"Demi?"

I looked up, then froze, "Wilmer?"

He stood with a bagel and cup of coffee, "What are you doing here?"

I blinked, "What are YOU doing here?"

Wilmer looked around, "I come here a lot."

I opened my mouth then closed it, speaking lamely, "Oh."

He nodded, "Can I sit?"

I nodded without hesitation and moved my bag off of the seat. It was silent for a minute as we both sipped our coffee until I asked the question that was pressing on me.

"Did you ever come here with someone else?"

He looked up, "Why would I do that?" I shrugged and we fell silent again, "Did you?"

I shook my head, "I haven't been here since we broke up."

Wilmer nodded, "So what have you been up to?"

"Just writing and recording a lot. Boring stuff... You?"

He smiled and leaned forward on his arms, "Can I hear some of it?"

I blushed, "Well I only really have song on my phone and uhm.."

He nodded, "It's about me."

I nodded, "A mix kind of, about you and Patrick."

"Well let's hear it." Wilmer smiled, but I could tell he was apprehensive, "I'm sure I'll hear it eventually."

I bit my lip as I found the email, watching his face carefully as the song played and my voice played through my phone speakers.

See you calling again, I don't wanna pick up, no oh.
I've been laying in bed, probably thinkin' too much, oh oh,
Sorry I'm not sorry for the times, I don't reply.
You know the reason why.

Maybe you shouldn't come back.
Maybe you shouldn't come back to me.
Tired of being so sad.
Tired of getting so mad baby.
Stop right now, you'll only let me down.
Maybe you shouldn't come back
Maybe you shouldn't come back to me.

Trying not to forget, should be easier than this
All the birthdays you missed, I was only a kid. Oh oh.
Stop, right now, you'll only let me down oh oh,
Maybe you shouldn't come
Maybe you shouldn't come back to me.

Tired of being so sad, tired of getting so mad baby.
Stop right now, you'll only let me down, oh oh.
Maybe you shouldn't come back,
Maybe you shouldn't come back to me.

Wilmer sighed as I turned my phone off and sat back in my chair, my face going red, "Demi..."

I shook my head and stood, grabbing my purse, "I should go."

~*~
My phone ringing was my alarm the next morning. Groggily, I grabbed it and put it to my ear.

"Hello"

"Demi?" Wilmer's voice was slurred and fumbling. I looked at the time, two am.

"Wilmer? What's wrong?"

He stuttered over his words, "I-I don't know, I'm outside."

I got up and wrapped myself in my bathrobe, "What the hell? What do you mean you're outside?"

I heard a knock on my apartment door, "I don't know."

I opened the door and saw him standing there. with wild eyes and staggering steps I could immediately smell the alcohol on his breath.

"Wilmer?"

He smiled sadly, "Hi Demi."

I stepped aside to let him in and looked at the keys in his hands, "Did you drive here?!"

He looked down with a perplexed expression, "I don't know... I guess so."

I grabbed the keys and put them in my purse, "Do you want me to call you a cab?"

He shook his head, "I don't wanna be anywhere but here."

I sighed, "You're drunk."

Wilmer nodded, "It's our anniversary."

My breath caught and I looked at my hands, "I didn't think you remembered."

He stepped forward, and I was frozen in my place as our faces were only centimeters apart, "Let me stay with you tonight."

The answer was on my lips as he leaned down and cupped my face in his hands, our lips inching towards each other.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

My eyes opened and I sat up in bed, my smile fading. It'd all been a dream. I was so close to feeling him again and now he's gone.

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