Short Stories

obsession

Demi

"I gotta get to the gym, ugh where are my fucking work out clothes?!" I yell in frustration, frantically searching around my hotel room, throwing everything and anything in my way to one side.

Wilmer's sitting in one of the small chairs in the corner of the room, watching my every move, but I don't care. All I care about right now is getting to the gym and losing all of this weight I've been piling on. I feel gross and unattractive. I've been so busy with work and have hardly had a minute to myself. I need to work out.

"Demi it's nearly 1am, the gym won't even be open" Wilmer states, trying to persuade me to get some sleep but I know fine well that the hotel gym's open all hours.

"Yes it is. I need to go work out, my stamina isn't high enough and it needs to be better" I reply with slight anger and upset in my voice. I just need to lose this weight, why can't I do that in peace?

"Demi, you don't need to lose weight baby.." Wilmer sighs while his eyes continue to follow my movements.

"I'm not trying to lose weight" I reply unconvincingly, finally finding my gym clothes.

"I know you baby, and I know when you're going through a rough time" Wilmer says as he stands up from his chair, walking over to me before taking the clothes from my hands.

"I'm not trying to lose we- - -"

"Demi, you don't have to lie to me. You don't have to put on this front with me. I know you too well for that" Wilmer whispers reassuringly as my bottom lip begins to quiver, resulting in Wilmer pulling me in to his warm embrace.

"I'm just so tired" I cry while sobbing silently into Wilmer's chest. I know I need to rest. I know my mindset isn't in the best place right now and that it's damaging my health, but for some reason I just can't stop.

"I know sweetheart, you've been working so hard for this tour and it's paying off, but you gotta have some time for yourself too. Your fans won't want you exhausting yourself like this" Wilmer replies as he gently rubs my back.

"I know, you're right. I just need some rest" I finally admit, sitting myself down on the hotel bed.

"You're beautiful just as you are. You've been killing every show you've performed so far and I know it's only gonna get better, okay?" Wilmer says with a smile before kissing me on the forehead. I don't reply but simply nod as confirmation that I heard him.

"Okay, now lie back and get cuddled up. I'll go make us a hot chocolate and you can just relax" Wilmer announces, watching me pull the duvet back before crawling into bed, resting my head on the pillow.

A few minutes later and Wilmer's back by my side as I slip in and out of sleep.

"Hey baby here's your.."

"Hm?"

Wilmer immediately stops talking as a smile breaks out on his face, probably because I've wrapped myself up in the duvet and can only say I resemble something along the lines of a cocoon.

"Get some sleep baby" he whispers before sitting our drinks down on the bedside table.

"Cuddle with me?" I ask quietly, too tired to really speak.

"Well I would, but someone's gone and stole all the duvet" he chuckles lightly while I wriggle my body around, taking some of the duvet away to let Wilmer have some.

"There, now just hold me please" I say, feeling his arms around me almost instantly. I take a deep breath in and out, allowing my body to relax into Wilmer's.

"I love you my beautiful girl" is the last thing I hear before drifting off to sleep.