"Yes, it is," he said. The music was paused and Demi turned around to face him, but she only made eye contact with him for a few seconds before looking away.
"Says you," Kylie mumbled.
Kendall was the only one who got the hint that he kind of wanted to be alone with his girlfriend, so she made up some stupid excuse about them going downstairs to find drinks to leave the room. The closet door was closed behind them and Demi made herself busy picking up clothes off of the floor.
"What did I tell you about leaving the front door unlocked?" Trey didn't know where to start so he started there.
"Sorry," she half-heartedly shrugged, because he actually did tell her about that a lot. One day she would listen. Probably not anytime soon though. Just to spite him she would keep ignoring his pleas for her to lock her door.
"Did you need something?"
"Do I need something? Are you kidding me? Did you forget we're dating or some shit?"
"No, you're the only one who seems to forget that," Demi retorted, as if she had been wanting to say that to him all day.
"I didn't come here to fight with you. I came here to apologize," Trey admitted, setting the case of white chocolate covered strawberries and the bottle of pink moscato on one of her shelves. They were his go-to apology foods because he knew they were Demi's favorites.
Demi looked at him as if she was waiting for him to go on, watching him take a deep breath and run his fingers through his natural hair, which she loved to get her own fingers tangled in.
"I took some time to think and I understand where you're coming from. Me doing all of that stuff was disrespectful to you and I should have never let it happen. I'll cut that part of my show out during the European leg, and I'll stay out of the strip clubs," Trey finally apologized. "Do you forgive me?"
Demi wanted to forgive him. If she was being completely honest, she wasn't even that mad about the strip clubs and the fans anymore. What she was most upset about was the fact that Trey just didn't understand the effect that his words and his actions had on her. Most importantly, he didn't try to understand. He always wrote it off as her being sensitive or jealous or possessive when that wasn't the case at all. Especially with what he said to her this morning at her photoshoot. Demi understood that he wasn't the biggest fan of her half naked photoshoots but as someone who had been with her for roughly five years, he should be celebrating the fact that she finally loved her body enough to bare it all. He made her feel ashamed of something that she shouldn't be ashamed of and she hated that. She supported him whether he was half naked and singing about fucking multiple girls or not. So, why couldn't he do the same?
"I said, do you forgive me?" Trey repeated as if she hadn't heard him, but she did.
"I don't know, Trey. I think we just need some time apart," she said as tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.
"We've been apart for a whole month, Demi. And I'm about to leave for the second leg of my tour in another month. What the fuck are you still mad about?"
"I'm just tired of all of this," she waved her hands around, referring to the never-ending drama of their relationship. "Maybe we just need some time apart to figure out if this is what we want. I love you and I don't want anyone else and I know you're going to say the same thing but your actions say something else. So, we just need a break."
"No, that's bullshit," he argued, but Demi shook her head.
"If you love me, you'll give me this. It won't be long. I won't stop talking to you. I just need some time to breathe. Can you please just respect me and give me that?" Demi softly pleaded, all of the fight in her slowly draining out of her body. She wasn't giving up on their relationship. She was just tired.
"Sure," Trey sighed in defeat.
Demi crossed the space between them and hesitantly cupped his cheeks in her hands, leaning on the tips of her toes to bring him down into a soft kiss. She pulled away and flashed him a small smile, just to reassure him that she really wasn't mad at him and she was only trying to do what was best for them. Any anger Demi had towards him melted away as Trey playfully placed a loud kiss against her cheek, then kissed her temple, her forehead, her nose, until he was smothering her in kisses, causing her shrill and awkward giggle to leave her lips as he held her close.
"I love you, my angel," Trey whispered against her forehead.
"I love you too."
There was nothing left to say, so Trey left her closet and let himself out. Demi collapsed on the chaise in the middle of her closet and combed her fingers through her hair. Why did love have to be so complicated?
So. I know not everyone is huge Kardashian fans (trust me I completely understand) but I just wanted to write smth different instead of always writing demi with her same old lame friends. And since this is my story, I figured why the hell not, so yes, they will be in this story quite a bit 🤷🏾♀️
