Demi Imagines

Secret

im gay.

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Demi's POV (best friend)

Me and my best friend, Y/N, had 2 weeks off of school and she was spending those 2 weeks at my place because her parents were on business trips again. This was usual for us considering Y/N had parents with big names in a lot of industries. They're big in music all over the world, they have huge, successful companies and they're big actors in Hollywood.

"Hey Dems, I'm gonna go take a shower okay?" She informed me as I scrolled through my phone while I lazily laid on my bed.

Giving her a thumbs up, she continued towards her preparation to the bathroom and I just laid there thinking about anything and everything.

I've always thought about Y/N always being so lucky with her parents and all that fame but when we got closer, she let me see the real her. She was just a simple, precious but fragile soul. She might be fierce and sassy on the outside but once you get to know her, you'll know she has to be handled like she's gonna break with just one wrong move. She's like a shattered glass. And it didn't help that her parents weren't always around and don't have time for her.

"Demi, babe! Breakfast is ready!" I heard my mom and I immediately stood up.

"Coming!" I shouted, feeling myself getting hyper by the minute. I love food, man.

"Y/N?" I knocked on the bathroom door, I could only hear shuffling. I guess she got out of the shower and is now dressing up.

"Breakfast is ready, meet you downstairs!" I heard a faint chuckle as I bolted down the stairs. I could smell them pancakes and bacon.

Fuck, I love food.

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We were in the living room, giggling as we watched the random show on the television. It was currently 7 in the evening and we just had our dinner and was now watching and just chilling. Mom was in the other room doing whatever with my dad.

While the television ran I couldn't help but advert my eyes to her every once in a while. She was so beautiful, inside and out. She was so kind, goofy and down to earth. Not to mention her killer body. She had abs, toned legs and everything. She was sculpted by the Gods themselves!

"What's up?" She said, making me blush. She had just caught me starring a little longer than I should've.

"N-nothing." I gave her a nervous, shaky laugh and I felt myself in a hot seat. Not my best move.

Giving me a puzzled look, she playfully rolled her eyes at me.

"Whatever you say, Lovato." She giggled at me and I couldn't help but smile, finding her cute.

She was always the one that would treat me like a goddess, heck, she even calls me that as a pet name. She always claimed that she treated me like a queen because she wanted me to know how I should really be treated by my other significant. But her treating me like that just makes me fall for her. It makes me feel like she was and is my other significant.

I have a little secret I've always hid from her. I like her. As in, I like like her. Like, I wanna be with her. I wanna be hers and I want her to be mine. She was, and still is what I was always looking for. Someone that would not only treat me like a queen but, would also understand me. And I'll reciprocate in return 'cause that's what she deserves.

I think I am falling for her? Wait! How do you even know if you're falling for someone? And this is so wrong! She's my best friend! I started to panic and feel beads of sweat run down my face. She, for sure, doesn't like me like that!

Oh God.

My breathing got heavier and I felt my eyes well up. I was panicking not only because I probably had feelings for my best friend but also because I was having a panic attack!

I suddenly felt arms wrapped around me and was pulled onto someone's lap. I felt their fingers rake my hair and gently shushing sweet nothings into my ear.

Finally calming down, we both sat in silence as she held me while I starred to space.

"Y/N?" I ask, not looking up to her. I was afraid I'd break out to a panic attack again. She snuggled her head to my hair and I felt her slightly breathe in.

"Yeah?" She mumbled through my hair.

"Tell me a secret." I said, finally looking up at her. She smiled.

"Okay.." She said. She put her hand to her chin and slightly stroked her non-existent beard. I giggled at her cuteness and smiled.

"I'm in love with someone in this room. And I'm pretty confident that the person I love in here has mutual feelings." I look around and spot my mom and dad.

"You're in love with my mom?!" I whisper-shouted to her so they wouldn't hear us and boy was I in for a shock!

"No, you oblivious cunt!" She laughed and I gave her a puzzled look.

"It's you." She chuckled and I felt my face heat up.

"Y-you do?"

"Yeah." She smiles. "I have now for a while."

"Well, more or so for 6 years now." She giggled. I met Y/N when I was 9 and now I was 16 and she was 17.

I lean up and cup her cheek. I look into her eyes and smile. I didn't really know where all this confidence came from but I sure was loving seeing her so red like a tomato.

"Well, you were right." I husk out and flickered my eyes from her eyes to her lips, then back to her eyes.

"Huh?" She tilted her head, giving me a great opportunity.

"The feeling is, in fact, mutual." Our lips softly made contact and I could feeling the volcanic eruption my stomach has made. It was in a good way though.

And with that, both secrets were revealed.

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