Demi Lovato Lesbian Story

Tell me you love me

You had someone showing you outfits, another showing you jewelry, and someone doing your hair. You were laughing at something he said when you noticed your wife walk in, holding the pale pink hoodie you picked out for the first few scenes where the person you're playing is going to propose to Demi. She walks up to you and kisses your cheek.

"You went casual huh?" You all had been talking and Demi promised you could wear whatever made you feel comfortable. So for the first few scenes you're wearing a light pink hoodie and ripped jeans. "Don't I always?" She nodded. The lady pulled back from doing your make up. "Okay, all finished, what do you think?" Demi said anything before you could. "Beautiful as always. They're ready for us now."

The director walked up after the proposal scene. "Okay, so we're gonna film some of the wedding now, just of the extras. While they're doing that I wanna go ahead and start on you two. So let's start with the phone." Ugh. Great. You kissed your wife and went to change.

Walking in you seen Demi already setting on her side of the bed. "Y/N, you face the opposite way on this side. When you hear her start typing ask her who it is. Remember it's going to be an argument." You laughed "arguing with Demi happens more than y'all think!" You said jokingly.

"Okay, action!"

You heard Demi's phone vibrate against the table. Your body went rigid when you heard her begin typing.

"Who's that?" You asked her quietly. Trying but not too hard to mask anger in your voice.

"Nobody." She said nonchalantly. Trying to brush it all away. You flexed your arms and looked over your shoulder at her.

"Really? who's that?"

"He's one of my best friends!" She raised her voice. You decided to keep yours quiet but let the anger show.

"Good, that's fucking convenient."

"Are you jealous?"

"I don't have to be jealous of it to not like it. I don't like it."

Demi got up off the bed and stormed around the room. "I'm not doing this."

"Of course you're not. But he shouldn't be texting you at all!" You raised your voice.

Demi's face went red and she threw her arms out. "I'm not fucking hiding it!"

The director started clapping and Demi walked back in. "Guys that was so good! I think we're just going to go for the transition now. So the whole thing is now Demi you're mad because you think Y/N was looking at someone at dinner." You laughed out loud. Demi rolled her eyes. This seems all too familiar. Demi was actually a jealous person sometimes. But it never actually interfered with the relationship. Thank god. "Okay y'all go get changed and then we will start." You made your way to your dressing room and seen the grey t shirt, black sport coat, and black jeans. After changing someone came in to straighten your hair. Making your way into Demi's room your mouth dropped open. She was wearing a white button up with her cleavage showing. "Can we just skip to a sex scene?" She started laughing out loud. "Nope I'm mad at you remember?" You ignored her "but sex makes you not mad at me." "Demi? Y/N? We're ready for you."

Standing in the hall way Demi in front of you you let your mind focus on the scene. Demi pushed the door open walking fast and slung her purse on the counter of "your kitchen" before walking into the bathroom. You just rigged your shoulders and followed her.

"You're just gonna keep going?" You asked. As she began taking out her earrings.

"Yeah I'm gonna keep going."

"I didn't even really fuckin do or say anything."

"You looked at her. You looked at her chest! I watched you!"