Demi's pov:
I just ended my last song 'lonely' and I have to say, I missed being on tour. "Thank you guys so much for this amazing night. I love all of you." I said and went backstage where I met Ally sleeping in my dressing room on Kelsey's lap. She still looked a little bit pale, but better than yesterday. I loved how she has at least somebody who she can hang out with. Kelsey and her have a pretty good relationship. Sometimes I get kind of jealous of how fast they bonded, but I know I have to give her more time and can't push her."Good job Demi." Everyone congratulated. My team wanted to celebrate the first day, but I don't want to leave Ally, so I passed. I put on my sweatpants and take off al my make up. Ally was still sleeping, so Scooter insisted to carry her to the bus. It was already 11pm, so I was pretty tired too and also got in my bed. Today was a long, but good day. Normally my family came to see me, but Madison got sick, so they'll see me when I perform in Dallas. It'll take a little longer, because Dallas is one of the last towns from my tour, but I've gone longer without them.
Allison's pov:
15 september.
The worst day of my life.
"Allison. She wants to see you." Dad said to me while I was waiting in the hallways of the hospital. "Ally, baby. Come here." My mom said. Her eyes were red and I didn't understand why everyone was sad, I thought everything was alright and she could leave today. "What's wrong?" "I love you so much Ally, don't you ever forget that." "What do you mean?" I asked with tears in my eyes. I knew exactly what she meant, but I just didn't want to believe it. "Promise me you will always think about me." I was still crying, but she had to know I would do it. "I promise." I said and gave her a hug. The same day we lost her.I noticed I was crying and I was trying so hard not to wake Demi, but I failed. "Ally?" She asked in her morning voice. As soon as she realised I was crying her whole position changed and she got closer to me. "What's wrong?" She said while rubbing my back softly. Now I was sobbing harder and she hugged me. I didn't want her to touch me, but I was too numb to tell her that. "Do you want to tell me what happend?" I shook my head and wiped away my tears. "You don't have to be ashamed to tell me what's bothering you and asking for help is not a sign of weakness, it's a sign of strength." "I'm fine." I said. She sighs. "You're not Ally, but it's okay if you don't want to tell me yet. Just know that I'm here for you and you can always talk to me and I'll listen, okay?" I nodded and went back to sleep. I don't know if I can survive the day if I'm awake. Sleep is my only escape.

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Hayran KurguOut of my experiences, I learned not to trust anyone Allison has gone through a lot at a very young age. Her mother died and her father abused her. Now she's fifteen and is out in foster care. What will happen when Demi Lovato wants to adopt her?