Demi Lovato Imagines

Don't let go

"...Because I've noticed you've lost a lot of weight recently...and, um...and I was just wondering if you were feeling under the weather or something...?"

You hold your breath, waiting to see what was going to happen.

"Excuse me?" she says, narrowing her eyes into slits.

"Oh, I was just saying--...I was just saying that--"

"What are you suggesting, Y/n? That I'm a failure?" she challenges, glaring at you.

"No, of course not! Not at all, I'm just worrie--"

"Just drop it, Y/n, okay?"

"Demi, I'm just trying to help. You don't need to hide anything from m--"

"God, just leave me alone! You're always in my business when I don't want you there!"

She throws her hands up in the air, making a huge display of how irritated she is with you. You could do the same if you weren't too preoccupied holding your pride together.

"You know what, Demi? Forget it. Forget I asked. You know, all I'm doing is trying to look out for my girlfriend and making sure that she's healthy but I guess you wouldn't know anything about that! You wouldn't know what it's like to be caring for your girlfriend!"

It's a low blow. But you don't stick around to wait for the consequences of your words as you stomp towards the front door, slamming it behind you. You didn't even look in Demi's direction as you left. You didn't need to as, even halfway down the road, you hear her screaming profanities at you from through the front window, knowing you're hearing every word.

***

"I just don't know what to d-do...she's shutting everyon-ne out," you blubber, sitting in the middle of Mary's bed as she swings side to side on her desk chair.

"Yeah..." she says, popping her lolly out of her mouth, "...but she didn't have to be such a bitch about it. You're only trying to help."

"I know! And I told her that but she just flipped!" you exclaim, falling backwards so that you're now staring up at her ceiling.

"You need to stop giving her so many second chances, Y/n. You've said it yourself, she's been like this for months now. Just dump her."

Mary's a good friend. You would never say otherwise. But it's times like this when you wonder if she realises how much you really love Demi.

"I can't..." you whine, "...it's not that simple. She's like this because she's hurting, I know she is..."

"Mhm, okay..." Mary says sarcastically, "...I'm just saying that I don't want to see you getting hurt. You're my friend and I'm looking out for you."

"I know. And thank you. But Demi...she's my everything...And it'll kill me if something happens to her."

Mary's silent for a minute, sucking thoughtfully on her lolly before she speaks again.

"You've just gotta confront her again. Keep telling her you're worried about her and hopefully, she'll get the message eventually. If she loves you back, she should make the effort to make you happy as well."

She makes a lot of sense, unfortunately. But going back and braving Demi again isn't your favourite idea right now.

"Hm'kay," you hum, not quite ready to peel yourself off the duvet yet.

"And if she still doesn't cooperate..." Mary adds, "...you can dump her."

You hurl a pillow at her face.