Short Stories

grammys

Demi

It's the day of the 2015 Grammy Awards and I'm nominated for 'best female artist'. I really can't believe I've finally been nominated for an award like this, and my fans have been going completely nuts on twitter. I love them.

Over the past few months, I've grown more confident in my body. I used to always cover myself up with over-sized tops and blazers, leather pants etc but as I've gotten older and feel more secure with myself and my recovery, I've started to love my body more and really show off my curves.

It's actually strengthened my bond with Wilmer. He loves my body the way it is and never fails to remind me of that when I have a bad day. We even decided to not hide our relationship anymore and start posting cute pictures together like we've wanted to do for ages. I can't tell you how many times I have a picture of us I want to post but think 'I have to keep this a secret'. It feels kind of liberating to finally show the world my relationship. We don't care what anyone thinks anymore. We're happy.

We've been spotted out in public a lot, but this is the first time we're gonna be on a red carpet together and I'm a little nervous.

"You sure you're ready to do this? I can wait in the car and meet you inside if you want?" Wilmer asks me as our car pulls up next to the red carpet, fans already screaming with excitement.

"No I want you by my side" I reply, looking over and smiling up at Wilmer.

"Okay, I'm glad" he sighs, leaning in and gently kissing my cheek.

"You better not have ruined my make up" I giggle, quickly checking myself in my compact mirror.

"You look beautiful sweetheart" he whispers in my ear, and I can feel butterflies erupt in my stomach.

The car door slowly opens and I emerge from the car, wearing a sleek red dress that hugs my curves. With diamond earrings and a plunging neckline that compliments my 'mosquito bites' as I like to call them, I lightly lift up my dress to make sure I won't fall. God knows I have a tendency for that.

Fans screams and cry as they watch an hand grab hold of mine, intertwining our fingers. Seconds later, Wilmer steps out the car wearing a fitted black suit with a tie matching the color of my dress.

Flashes surround us as paparazzi shout "Demi! Wilmer! Look over here!"

The butterflies don't show any sign of disappearing as I feel Wilmer wrap his arm around my waist, pulling me in close as we walk the red carpet. A runner for the show leads us to our positions for photographs and I quickly look up at Wilmer with an expression that says 'what are we doing?!'.

Wilmer chuckles at my nerves, squeezing my waist for reassurance. Standing next to each other elegantly, we smile for pictures and wave at the crowd who can't seem to believe what's happening. Neither can I honestly.

"Kiss her!" paparazzi shout as we're ushered to our next place on the red carpet.

"You nervous?" Wilmer asks me quietly as my body shakes slightly.

"Um just a little" I giggle as he offers his arm for me to hold onto.

Fans scream as I look up at Wilmer with a smile before taking his arm, making our way towards the entrance door.

"You really do look beautiful Demi" Wilmer says as he turned to face me.

"Thank you babe, I'm glad that's the red carpet over. Time to go get my Grammy" I giggle, scrunching up my nose at Wilmer, followed with a smile.

"I'm so proud of you baby" he replies, placing a gentle kiss on my forehead which causes the crowd nearby to scream in excitement.

"I love you"