Demi Caught Me (discontinued)

Oh god.

"Oh my god! Mom PLEASE!" I cry.

"Hannah, stop. You're fifteen now. Get a grip!" My mom says.

"I'm SIXTEEN!"

Pouting, I head up to my room. This was NOT how I wanted my night to go, tonight is Demi's first stop of her world tour, IN MY TOWN! I got tickets, but no ride. I have meet and greet passes and I can't miss this, but my mom won't drive me. I guess I have to sneak out.

"Goodnight Mom!" I shout downstairs.

Knowing her, she's probably passed out on the couch with a beer bottle clutched to her chest like a baby.

I turn my playlist on and Demi starts singing Catch Me, me and my girlfriends song. I call her and tell her,

"BABE! CATCH ME JUST CAME ON!" I shout.

She giggles "I'm glad."

"I'm getting ready, Bree."

"I'll be there in an hour babe. Love you."

"Love you too."

I put on my favourite pair of jeans with a Demi shirt. I put my bracelets on carefully, making sure not to touch my cuts. I grab my credit card and head downstairs.

Hey, my mom sucks and she beats me but at least we have money.

I wait anxiously on the stairs until Bree pulls in to my driveway. I run to her car and kiss her.

"Hey cutie."

"You ready, Hannah?"

"Bree, I was born ready for Demi."

"Funny, you said you were born ready last time we slept together."

I blush and mock slap her.

"Not another word."

"Why? We could do it after the concert." Bree wiggles her eyebrows suggestively.

"Just hurry up and drive." I say.

"Touchy, touchy, touchy." Bree mutters.

It takes about thirty minutes to get there.

"COME ON!!" I say to Bree.

I grab Bree's hand and drag her toward the building, the meet and greet starts in ten minutes after all.

"Bree."

"Hannah."

"I'm gonna die."

"Han, you're not gonna die."

"Yes I will, she looks like a sex goddess."

"Oh god."

"Hey! I'm Demi! Who're you?"

I gasp and twirl around to find the source of this voice.

"Uh. I'm um."

"She's Hannah and I'm Bree, her girlfriend." Bree swoops in and saves me.

"Aww!" Demi squeals.

"I love you." I say.

"Well thank you." Demi says, blushing.

I reach out to hug her but she grabs my arm. She saw my cuts. Holy.

"Oh god..." Demi whispers, her eyes falling onto the scars, the gashes, the cuts and the vertical lacerations.

I try to yank my arm away but Demi has a strong grip.

"Whose making you do this to yourself?" Demi asks

"No one.." I mutter

"Meet me backstage after the concert. We need to talk." Demi says, kissing my cheek and handing me a backstage pass.

"Oh my." Bree says

"What? You mad because Demi Lovato noticed I'm sad after five seconds but you haven't noticed in five months?" I snap.

"Shut up, Han." Bree mutters.

I bite my lip and spin away from Bree to find our seats.

This is gonna be a LONG night.