What You Can't Have 》 A Demi Lovato Short Story

The Beginning, Middle, and End

Four months was all it took to meet the man of my dreams, get pregnant, get engaged, and then have my entire world crumble around me when I found out he was cheating and only with me for fame.

But maybe I'm getting ahead of myself.

It started in March of 2020, on social media. I had never heard of the guy when he began following me, liking and commenting on my posts. But then he slid into my DMs, sweet talking me until my face was red and hurting from smiling too much.

He told me how much he loved my music and everything I had acted in over the years. He told me that he was an actor too, and he loved music and was getting more into it since the long-running show he was in was coming to an end.

We talked for about a week before deciding to meet in person for dinner.

His Instagram page didn't do him justice: He was something out of a Calvin Klein ad, funny and charming, intelligent and so understanding when I said I wasn't really looking for a relationship at the time.

Another week went by, us talking about ourselves more, going to dinner or ordering in and watching a movie.

It wasn't long before the media noticed and fans started going crazy.

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The headlines were just as intense as the love I was already feeling. Despite saying that I wasn't interested in dating, I found myself unable to resist when the topic was brought up.

"I know you said you weren't looking to date, so I just wanted to say, I understand and I'm okay with waiting," he said, but I shook my head.

"No, no waiting. Ask me."

"What?"

"Ask me to be your girlfriend," I said, giggling. He made me so nervous sometimes, but after two weeks, I felt so loved, so adored and cherished by this man that all I wanted to be was his.

"Oh, okay, well, Demi, will you be my girlfriend?" he asked, a nervousness in his tone as if he didn't know what my answer would be.

I jumped at him, wrapping my arms around his neck and pressing my lips to his. "Yes, yes, yes," I said between kisses.

I sat in his lap, arms around his neck still, unable to believe how wonderful my life was going.

In some of my darkest times, I had been told to see the light at the end of the tunnel. There were times when it felt damn near impossible; all I felt was the impending sense of pain that would only lead to my death, by my hand. And before him, after multiple stints in rehab, medication and therapy, I was able to see a dim light. Things were getting better.

But then he came along and it was like the light brightened significantly. I felt like I knew for sure I was heading in the right direction. Almost like God Himself was reassuring me that my life was only going to go up from now on.

No more downs... well at least no big downs.

After a month together, the media was still freaking out that I was clearly in a relationship and not saying anything, but I liked it that way. For once, I could enjoy my personal life without everyone else inserting their opinions on me.

Looking back, I see how upset he was that we weren't public. At the time, he claimed he just wanted to post pictures of us on Instagram and show me off. Haters be damned. He hated the secrecy of our relationship, so reluctantly I agreed to go public.