Demi's Pov:
"Now, where's my baby girl then?" A voice echoed through the house. Me and Zayn froze. The front door shut, they were coming in...
"DemDem? Angel?" They said. They then walked in.
"GRANDAD!" I yelled embarrassed. I was so shocked, my grandad lives back in Dallas, so why is he here in Bradford?
"Oh! Good lord, boy! What's with the tattoos? They're vile! Demi is this your boyfriend?" My grandad said, offensively.
"Well, I wouldn't fuck him if he wasn't!" I joked.
"DEMETRIA! WASH YOUR MOUTH OUT! DON'T YOU EVER USE THAT SORT OF LANGUAGE IN FRONT OF ME AGAIN YOUNG LADY!" My grandad raised his voice.
"Don't slag off my boyfriend's gorgeous body then, it's not like your's is any better. I'll tell grandma that you're peeving on young teenage boys!" I yelled.
My grandad then fell to his knees, crying out in pain. This isn't like him, what's happened?
"Grandad, what's wrong?" I crouched down next to him.
"It's your grandmother..."
A/N: What do you guys think is wrong with Demi's grandma?