Demi Caught Me (discontinued)

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                                                                                      HANNAH POV

"Aw! Dems, don't worry. I only love you." I say.

"Too bad." Christina says, hugging me.

I entangle myself out of her arms and pout.

'Dude, Hannah, she hugged you. Chill.'

"Christina! STOP SHE'S MY GIRLFRIEND NOT YOURS!" Demi yells.

"Dude, Demi. I hugged her."

"Bitch. I don't fucking care what you did."

"Hey Christina, wanna try my new recipe? They're called shut the fucupcakes." I say, with a shit eating grin.

Demi gasps and giggles while Christina huffs and runs out of the room.

"That was... priceless." Demi says, out of breath from laughing so hard.

"I know. I would have tried to be friends with her, but friends don't try to cop a feel."

"SHE TOUCHED YOU?" Demi screams.

"Babe, calm down. I'm sure it was on accident."

"Yeah Hannah, just like it was an accident that I had a concert tonight. IT WASN"T AN ACCIDENT!" Demi says, she's getting hysterical.

"It's okay. It;s okay." I say, rubbing her back.

"Where did she touch you?" Demi asks through clenched teeth.

"Nowhere." I say, looking down.

Demi reaches her good arm over and lifts my chin up, "Babe, where did she touch you?"

"It's not even serious. It was just my butt."

*A/N I AM NOT TRYING TO MAKE CHRISTINA LOOK BAD OKAY I LIKE HER.*

"JUST YOUR BUTT?" Demi yells.

"Well um. Yeah?"

"IT WAS YOUR BUTT! MY BUTT!" Demi says, touching my butt.

I swat her hand away and laugh, "No touchy."

She moves her hand back, "Yes touchy."

"No touchy."

"Yes touchy."

"Fine. You can touchy."

"I know." Demi winks.

"Don't wink."

"Why? Does it make you wet?"

"Demi stop!" I say giggling.

Of course, she winks.

"That wasn't a no."

"No, Demi. You winking does not make me fucking wet."

"DUDE HANNAH. MY MEET AND GREET IS IN FIVE MINUTES." Demi screams.

I wince, "Dems stop screaming."

"Sorry babe. Lets go."

Demi and I walk down this long hallway and make a bunch of complicated turns.

Max follows behind us.

Finally we reach this door and Demi turns around and grabs my hand.

"People might be mean to you. You're doing this with me." Demi assures.

I nod and squeeze her hand tighter.

Max opens the door and Demi and I are greeted by loud screams and crying.

"Demi I love you."

"I love you!"

"OH MY GOD HEMI!"

"HEMI"

"YES MUM LOOK HEMI."

"HI HANNAH."

"HANNAH YOU'RE SO LUCKY."

"HANNAH YOU ARE SOO PRETTY!"

Demi and I try to say hi to the fans, but surprisingly it's really well organized, and no one is rushing Demi.

We step up to the first lady.

"Hi!" Demi says enthusiastically.

"Give me my daughter back, you witch." The lady says.

Demi looks confused, but I try to talk.

"Demi. Thats my mom." I choke out,

"SECURITY." Demi yells.

I start crying as my mother grabs and claws at me, breaking my skin.

"No! SECURITY!!" Demi yells louder now, more frantically.

"It's okay Dems. I'll go with her." I say, watching the blood trickle down my arm.

"NO YOU WON'T!"

"You took my daughter from me, you bitch. All you're doing is using her for publicity. I see it now 'Pop-star Demi Lovato dates an ugly GIRL!'"

"N-no. Thats not what I'm doing." Demi says.

"Oh, but it is." My mom says, clawing deeper into my arm.

I feel lightheaded.

"Dems. Help?" I say weakly.

"SECURITY!" Demi screams, and finally the security guards get my mom off of me.

"Guys. Can I put this Meet and Greet on hold for one second? I need to help Hannah." 

"Nope, gotta stay here." Max says.

"I'll take her to get cleaned up and then bring her back to you." He follows up with.

"Fine."