Demi Caught Me (discontinued)

Make me

DEMI'S POV

"Hannah. Pssst. Hannah." I whisper.

Hannah rolls over and groans.

"Five more minutes babe."

My heart constricts, did she just call me babe?

This may sound weird, but I already feel a connection. Hannah is so beautiful and wonderful and she's perfect. I have to make her mine.

I never thought I'd like a girl but Hannah is different. With her long blonde hair and brown eyes with tiny freckles decorating her cheeks, she makes me feel good.

The way she giggles when I say something she doesn't agree on, the way she blushes when I talk to her. Everything she does... is perfect. I'm cautious, I don't want to end up having a teeny crush on a crazy Lovatic, but I can't help myself. I take Hannah's phone out of her hand and try to put my number in as DEMI XX with the picture of Hannah and I earlier at my meet and greet. Her phone is password protected. Fuck.

I want to put my number in and spam her twitter. I think of Twitter, and of the trending topics Lovatics have trended.

'Got it', I smile to myself.

I enter the most recent trend, 'demimakesmewet' and bam! Hannah's phone opens. (Credit to UndyingLovato)

I smile at the password and go on Hannah's twitter.

loserhannah: hey guys! guess who! it's demi! no lie.

I post that on her account and add a selfie with the sleeping Hannah and I. I put my number in as DEMI XX with the picture then I put Hannah's phone back into her hand and get out my phone.

ddlovato: hey guys go follow @loserhannah. she's great!

I post.

I decide to wake Hannah up now.

"Hannah."

She sits up, dazed and I can't help but to smile.

"Holy. You're Demi Lovato."

I giggle and nod.

"Yes. We've been hanging out for the past six hours."

Her mouth falls open.

"Don't let a fly go in there." I warn her.

"So. Tired." Hannah mumbles.

"Can I lay with you?"

"It's your house, Dem."

I walk over to her and jump on the bed.

Hannah screams.

"DEMETRIA DEVONNE LOVATO. YOU SCARED ME."

I giggle, "Sorry love."

Hannah yawns, "Hey Dem, can I ask you something?"

I nod.

"Why me?" She asks, already dozing off.

"Because you're worth it." I whisper and fall asleep soon after Hannah.

I wake up around noon and shake Hannah up.

"Wakey Wakey!" I sing.

"This HAS to be a dream." Hannah says, her voice husky.

"Nope. You're still sleeping with me." I tease.

"My mom will be so mad. She'll hit me." Hannah starts hyperventilating.

"Shhh. Babe, just stay here." I say.

"For how long?"

"Forever?" I say, with a cheeky smile.

"I barely know you, outside of fandom stuff."

"Well, How bout this.

1) I'm Demetria Devonne Lovato.

2) I'm 18 years old.

3) I have a crush on you, no matter how crazy that sounds.

4) I'm straight, but apparently not for you.

5) I love Lovatics.

6) I really want you to recover."

"You don't have a crush on me." Hannah scoffs.

"Do too!" I say, sticking my tongue out at her.

HANNAH'S POV

I close my eyes and take a deep breath, hoping I don't regret this, and hoping I don't make a fool out of myself.

"Prove it." I say.

"Okay." Demi whispers.

Demi leans in and presses her lips to mine. I kiss her back, but pull back almost instantly.

"I can't. Bree."

"Y'all broke up."

"Oh yeah.." I say, and smile.

"I don't wanna move to fast." Demi says.

"Says the girl who just kissed me."

"I know, I couldn't help myself. You're different."

"How?"

"You're yourself." Demi says, kissing me again.