From Dream to Love (Demi Lovato Fanfic)

Chapter 22

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Chapter 22

P.O.V Olivia

9h am: I sat up in bed rubbing my red puffy eyes. Demi was still no where to be seen. I sighed pushing the sheets off my body and walking towards Demi’s suitcase. I grabbed a pair of her leggings, with one of her shirt and her grey hoodie. I needed her to be close to me and her clothes were all I had right now. I looked around for my phone and slowly reached for it. I didn’t even know if I had fell asleep at some point. I put my hair up in a ponytail trying to ignore my pounding head. I composed Demi’s number before pressing the phone to my ear. Beep beep beep beep beep.

-”C’mon D, pick up”, I mumbled to myself.

-”Hi, you reached Demi! Sorry I missed your call but if you leave me a message after the tone I will call you back as soon as possible. Thank you have a nice day. Beep”, her joyous voice said.

-”Hey Demi, it’s Olivia. We need to talk so just call me back please or just text me, anything. I just wanna know where you are”, I sighed, “I love you, bye.”, I said before hanging up. 

I walked to the couch and lied down keeping a hold of my phone in case she called me back. I was the worst. This was all my fault but at the same time I kept blaming her. Who asks someone to be their girlfriend like that! Not me that’s for sure. I closed my eyes trying to relax. She would have to come in the room right? All her clothes were here, she had too didn’t she?

13h pm: I pushed the cereal around in my bowl, not really hungry. Every time I had a fight with Demi I had this sickening feeling in my stomach. I felt like everything around me was a blur, If the room was burning, I wouldn’t even notice. I pushed the bowl away from me crossing my arms over my chest. I was alone in this town and I didn’t know anyone apart from Demi. I refused to leave the room in case she came back. I stood up emptying the bowl of now disgusting soggy cereal. I dragged my feet to the couch letting my body fall on it once again. I pressed the home button on my Iphone and a picture of me and Demi popped on the screen. I couldn’t stop the tears that rushed out of my eyes. My life was over, I needed her, I loved her. Where was she! I composed her number again. Beep beep beep beep.

-”Hi, you reached Demi! Sorry I missed your call but if you leave me a message after the tone I will call you back as soon as possible. Thank you. Have a nice day. Beep”, she exclaimed in the same joyous tone.

-”Demi?”, I cried, “look I can’t! I’m feeling like crap ok? Please come back so we can talk! Please! I need you!”, I sobbed sniffling keeping a hold of the phone. I took a big breath before continuing. “I love you so much D, I’ll see you later”. I threw my phone on the bed, before hiding my face in my hands. I was here, dying of a broken heart and where the fuck was she! Pressing my back against the wall, I let my body slip to ground, hugging my knees against me. I think I never cried that much in my entire life.

-”Fuck!”, I sobbed.

15h pm: I breathed in letting the hot water of the shower run down my body as I tried to scrub the sadness off my body. My mind was crowded by millions of thoughts and questions. There was only one thing that I knew for sure. She had to come back, she had to. I closed my eyes visualizing her smiling face and her short blue hair. My mind kept loosing itself in her deep brown eyes. I knew every little details of her face, I added mentally her little freckles that were normally hidden under make up. I loved them so much, I loved everything that defined her. I tried to  bring back the sound her voice when she said she loved me but couldn’t manage it. All I could hear was: screw you Olivia, screw you. It did nothing but break me even more than I already was. I fought against the tears, I had cried enough for the day. I stopped the water and dried myself before slipping back in Demi’s clothes. Demi’s soft vanilla scent was reassuring in a way, like she held me really close to her.