Part 24

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Hannah's POV

Removing myself from my bed, I get up to
pack my bag for Y/n's house. I am bringing
my laptop, phone, chargers for both, pajamas, and the Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn book. Who knows what I will need this for? Maybe slap somebody on the head for being stupid. Such as Troy or Evan. Probably more like Evan.

At 6:00, I grab my bag and car keys. Y/n lives on the other side of town and normally I would walk there, despite the distance, if I wanted to, but I do not want to walk right now. I start the car and drive towards Y/n's house.

Popping in my Five Seconds Of Summer CD, I listen to Good Girls.

"She's a good girl

She's daddy's favorite

He saved her for Harvard

He knows she'll make it"

I turn the corner and continue driving until I have to stop at a red light as the song drags on. Soon, my favorite part comes on and I sing along.

"Cause every night she studies hard in her
room

At least thats what her parents assume

But she sneaks out the window to meet with her boyfriend

Here's why she told me the time that I caught them

She said to me forget what you saw

Cause good girls are bad girls that haven't
been caught

So just turn around and forget what you saw

Cause good girls are bad girls that haven't
been caught"

I pull into Y/n's driveway as the song comes to an end.

Shutting the door with a loud thud, I head up the concrete path to Sam's front door. I knock and hear a faint "Coming!"

Y/n's  POV

I hear a knock on the door while I walk out of the kitchen and say, "Coming!"

I head to the front door and open it when I
reach it to see my beautiful friend.

"Hey Y/n!" She chirps with excitement.
What's to be excited about? Oh, yeah. It's me.

"Hey Han," I greet back as we make our way to the black sofa. "The rest will be over soon."

"K," she replies as she takes her phone from her pocket. "Is it okay if I invited somebody over? I got a new girlfriend."

"Of course that's fine. My mom is out of town for the day, dad will be at work all day, and the twins are staying over at a friend's. Brandon is upstairs but I think he will be going out soon. I'm not sure. But he won't mind who comes over."

"Okay," she says.

"So, who's your girlfriend?" I ask the girl and she blushes.

"Her name is Demi." Demi. I feel my smile
falter a little. It can't be the same Demi. It
can't be. "She is almost 22 but please don't worry about the age. She is so sweet and would never do anything to hurt anyone." Almost 22. The Demi I know will be turning 22 in six days. Yes, I know when her birthday is.

"That's so cool!" I tell her even though my
insides are going crazy. I put on a fake smile, although I know it is slightly trembling.

A knock sounds on the front door and I
almost jump from the sudden action.
Nervousness eats at my body as that could be Demi. The Demi I know. The one who kidnapped me. The one who can't leave me alone.

Me being me, I almost trip trying to get to the door and, thankfully, Hannah is on her phone so she didn't see.

With shaky hands, I open the door with my
eyes closed.

"Y/n? Why do you have your eyes closed?" I
hear a friend say and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. Good thing it isn't Demi.

I open my eyes to meet Troy's hazel/green
eyes. "I though you were going be someone else," I say to him.

"Hurtful," he says as he places a hand over his heart in fake hurt. "You have badly injured me. Why don't I leave if you don't want me here?"

"No, I'm glad you're here. It's a good thing
you weren't who I thought you would be," I
tell him.

"Oh," he says. "Who did you think it was?"

"Evan," I easily lie. "I wanted to scare him."
He nods his head, seeming to buy it.

I move aside so he can enter and shut the
door behind him.

Everyone arrives in less than another 30,
minutes besides one person. Demi. Hannah's girlfriend.

The final fist hits the door and Hannah insists on getting it since it is her girlfriend.

"Guys, this is my girlfriend, Demi Lovato,"
Hannah says as she enters the room. I almost gasp with my head down, because I don't want to see if it's her.

"Hey guys," her voice says and I look up
just as she looks to me.
"Demi?" I whisper to myself. It's her.
How did this happen?

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