Demi Imagines 2.0

Cell Phone Part 2

You haven't spoken to Demi since yesterday...

You just didn't feel like dealing with her. You'd taken a long bath, ignoring her when she padded up to the door. She knew you were mad. She left you be, sleeping on the couch instead of beside you. You missed her, but you couldn't get over what she said.
Now, as you sit alone in the jacuzzi, thinking about what happened yesterday, you let out a sigh. She actually thought you would hide her phone so she would lose her job. That's not easy to get over.
"Babe?" You hear her voice, and you don't respond. You can't believe her. Really.
You can hear her come over to you, and you feel her shadow fall on you.
"I'm really sorry."
You don't respond, but you feel tears prick your eyes. You just want her to make everything better like she always does. But she's the one making you feel this way.
"Please say something." Her voice is breaking, but you don't say anything. "I'm sorry I didn't believe you."
You tense, and she moves around the side of the tub. She's wearing her favorite black swimsuit, looking amazing as always. You look away. She sighs as she gets in. She reaches for your hand, but you pull it away.
"I should have believed you the first time you said—"
"I don't care about you not believing me. I only care about the fact that you thought I would take your phone so that you would lose your job," you say, interrupting her. You finally look to her, and her face falls.
"I wasn't thinking—"
"Yeah, no shit, Sherlock. I can't believe you think so little of me. You know me, Demetria. I can't believe you."
"It was heat of the moment," she argues, her eyes filled with pain.
"Really? Was it really? If you respected me, you would never even think that I would do something so...low."
"Don't you ever lose your mind? I do respect you. Of course I respect you," she says, repeating the words as if that will make them sink in.
"I lose my mind thinking about you," you reply without really thinking.
Her face softens, and she smiles slightly.
"Let's put it this way," she says. "Have I ever hurt you before?"
You don't have to think about it. "No."
"Then you know how much I love and care about you," she says, and you nod, meeting her eyes. "I'm really sorry, baby girl."
"I accept your apology," you say, mostly because you really need to hug her right now. In the end, she could do anything—you're too crazy about her to leave.
"Come here," she says, opening her arms. You go over to her, a small smile forming on your face.
"I love you. Even when you go batshit crazy and yell at me," you say softly, wrapping your arms around her.
"I'm really sorry. I love you, too," she replies, kissing your forehead lightly.
You turn your head and look at her. You really love her so much. It's hard to stay mad at her.
You press your lips to hers and smile. She moves a hand to your face, pulling your closer. You move your hands to her shoulders, wrapping your arms around her neck.
"I couldn't live without you," she murmurs.
"I feel the same way."

A/N
felt too easy but you gotta remember that these things are imagines so like it's okay for things to be too easy sometimes
Anyway damn I wrote 200 imagines about Demi holy fuck