Instagram ~ Demi Lovato

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November 21 2020

Y/N's POV

I am in the studio with some producers working on my new album when I say that we all can take a break. A few minutes later, I get a call from Kelsey saying that I should go home asap. I call Dems to see if she's okay but she doesn't answer. I try again several times and still get no answer. I put my phone in my back pocket and tell everyone that there's an home. I run as fast as I physically can to my car and drive somewhat within the speed limit home.  

I park my car in the garage and go inside to see a few lights on in the kitchen but mainly a dark house. I walk quickly upstairs and into Dems and my bedroom. I see the bathroom door closed so I try to open it but it's locked. 

"Baby girl it's me. Can you unlock the door?" I say turning the door knob again after hearing a muffled 'no' for a response.

"I just want to know you're okay baby. I love you" I say as I knock again.

I walk over to the bed and grab a pillow. I sit against the little bit of wall next to door and wait for Dems to open the door. About 2 hours later, I try to persuade Demi in opening the door again.  

"Baby open up. What ever it is I won't be mad or angry at you. I just wanna talk okay?"

A few seconds later, I hear the door unlock and open to reveal a tear struck, red cheeked Demi. She looks me in the eyes and latches onto me, pulling me into a tight hug. I reciprocate the hug and I felt my shoulder become soaked with tears but at this moment I don't care. I move her to the bed and I sit up while Dems cuddles into my chest. 

"Babe?" Dems says a few seconds later as she looks up at me.

"Yes beautiful?" I say rubbing her back softly.

"I'm s-so s-sorry" Dems says between her sniffles and as new tears fall down her rosy red cheeks. 

"Why are you sorry baby?" I ask

"I-I" Dems tries to say as she looks up at me.

"You what babe?" I say moving her hair out of face. She leans over me, grabs her phone and plays a song.

"I'm so sorry" Dems whispers. Oh baby. Dems starts to cry into my chest again and wrap my arms around her tighter. I calm her down for about an hour and the tears have seemed to have gone now.

"When did this happen baby?" I ask her.

"When you went to the Met Gala" Dems mumbles. That was all the way back in May.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner"

"I was afraid" Dems whispers.

"Afraid of what?" I ask confused.

"Afraid of what you'd think of me"

"Princess you are human and as a human we have little slip ups and that is totally okay. I'm not mad or angry or even disappointed in you. I wish you came to me earlier instead of bottling it all up inside because that's not good for you. I love you and nothing is going to change that. I put a ring on that finger because I want to be there through it all, good or bad okay? I love you with everything in me Dems and I'm going to help you as much as I possibly can. I'm so proud of you baby" I kiss Demi's 'stay strong' tattoos on her wrist and she smiles wide.

"I love you so much Y/N"

"I love you so much too Demi. Keep that beautiful smile on your face" I cup her cheeks and kiss her softly. When we pull away I scoot down in the bed and Dems gets as close to me as possible. I grab her phone and play the song again. I smile at the end of the song at her bravery so admitting such a hard and personal part of her life to the world.

"What?" Dems asks.

"You're just so brave, my warrior." I kiss her temple as Dems wraps her arm around my stomach and traces my scars. 

"How was the studio?" Dems asks.

"It was good. I wrote a few songs about you"

"Really?" Dems asks while looking up at me with a smile on her face.

"Did I say you? I meant my side hoe sorry babe"

"You fucker" Dems tickles my side and we up having a full blown tickle/pillow like mature, nearly 30 year olds would.

"God I love you Y/N" Dems says hovering over me.

"I love you too Demetria" I pull Dems down by her necklace and she kisses me passionately and full of love.