Demi Caught Me (discontinued)

Whore.

HANNAH POV

"How am I different?" I smile

"You seem genuine." Demi shrugs.

Just then I hear my phone ringing. It was Bree, her ringtone is Catch Me.

"Love your ringtone! Wonder what kind of musical genius could have come up with that song." Demi teases.

"Shh. It's Bree."

Demi pouts and I walk over to her and grab her hand.

"Quiet." I tell her.

I click answer and wait for the screaming to ensue.

"Hannah?" Bree's voice says, trembling.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"Everything! From the way I treated you, to the way I let you treat yourself, to the way I don't help you with your problems. It's no wonder you called me a bitch, I was one! I'm ready to help you recover and be here for you if you'll accept it. So, Hannah Charlotte Allen, I am extremely sorry, and will you please be my girlfriend again?" Bree asks, crying.

"Bree." I say, my heart breaking.

"W-What?" Bree sobs.

"I-" I look over at Demi, who can hear the whole conversation, Demi shakes her head ever so slightly and I know I need to toughen up.

"I'm sorry Bree, but I don't think so. You're the one who caused a lot of those cuts. Sorry." I say, and hang up.

"You did the right thing." Demi says.

I start crying, "Why does the right thing always feel so wrong?"

"Shhh." Demi soothes.

"I can't! Demi, I love you, but you can't expect me to drop everything and love you like that! I have an actual life and actual family, who I freely admit I hate, but she's the one who gives me a house!" I scream.

Great job, I think, You just blew up at Demi Lovato.

"I see." Demi says, quietly.

"I'm sorry." I sob, and try to run away.

"Hey." Demi says, grabbing my arm.

"I don't know what I feel, but give me a chance to find out. Can you do that?" Demi whispers into my ear.

I nod.

I look into her eyes, and all I can see is murky water that I'd love to clear up, she swims in a pond of beauty.

"Stop staring." Demi teases, biting her tongue.

"You look adorable when you do that." I say flatly.

"Hanners. Hannah. Hannah banana. Hannah Cutie." Demi sings.

"What?" I groan.

"Hi!"

I force a smile and concentrate on controlling my voices.

"I don't really know you either. Tell me shit." Demi says.

"Okay.

1) I'm 16.

2) My full name is Hannah Charlotte Allen.

3) I know everything about you.

4) I have a huge crush on you, but I can't think about that right now because I don't want to get used for publicity.

5) I'm gay as fuck.

6) I need to loose weight.

7) You've saved my life.

8) I hate myself.

9) My mom beats me and is an alcoholic."

"You don't know everything about me!" Demi says, incredulous.

"Do too!"

"What's my bra size?"

"34B, give me a hard one."

"What the actual fuck. How do you know that?"

I wink, "I have my sources."

"I just melted."

I giggle, "You're adorable."

Demi leads me to her bed, "So, what shall we do?"

"Demi. I'm scared." I blurt.

"Of what?" Her brows furrow.

"You'll leave L.A soon and we won't get to see each other."

"You'll come with me, if you want."

"Really?"

"Really."

"How will I tell my mom?"

"You won't. We can go get all your stuff in a couple days."

I smile.

"Okay, now where were we?" I ask.

Demi jumps on the bed and I follow soon after.

"I thought I might break your bed."

"Shut up, you're perfect."

Demi and I snuggle close together, our faces almost touching.

"So, I've never felt this way..." Demi speaks softly, running her hands around my unperfect body.

"And I wanna see how it feels. Hannah, can I kiss you?"

My mind is saying HANNAH SAY YES.

While my voices are saying, Hannah, it's a lie. All you have is us. We're always here for you, remember? All those times your mom hit you, we were here.

"What's wrong?" Demi asks.

"Are you using this for publicity?" I stammer.

"Of course not. I just think you're hot, and I wanna make you feel hot." Demi replies.

I smile.

"The answer is yes."

Demi wastes no time moving in starting to kiss me, I kiss her back and I can feel her smile into the kiss. Demi pulls me on top of her, and for a minute I'm worried I'll crush her, but the voices subside as the kissing speed increases.

"Fuck. You're so hot." Demi says, still kissing me.

Demi deepens the kiss and I smile at the realization. I'm making out with Demi Lovato.

Demi keeps her tongue in my mouth, but not shoved down my throat and I do the same for her.
I hear Demi moan and she wraps her legs around me.

"So goddamn perfect." She says, biting my lip.

I continue kissing Demi until my phone rings.

Fuck.

"I'm starting to hate your phone." Demi mumbles.

I giggle and kiss her cheek, "I'll see who it is."

My smile quickly fades as I read the caller ID.

Mom.