Keep It A Secret (A Selena Gomez/Demi Lovato Fan-Faction)

Keep It A Secret

Tears are streaming down my face. I can't believe it. Everything worked out. But now? "What is?" Demi asks. I don't answer her. I can't. I can't even look at her right now. I hear steps. She's coming. I'm trying to hide the site I'm on, but it's too late. She saw it. She takes a closer look at it. "Don't worry baby, everything will be alright" she says and kisses my cheek. But it won't. I know it. Everything will change. Demi knows, that I'm worried. She looks at me and then goes into the kitchen. She said nothing. Nothing! I start crying again. Does she really think this all is a joke? That this wouldn't change anything? What if our life will never be the same again? I look to the kitchen, but I can't see Demi. My eyes hurt. I can feel that they're red. It's been a rough week. Sometimes i just wanna shout out the truth, and let everybody know. It's hard to deny that you love someone even if you do. In every interview I did this week, in every question I answered, I lied. This big lie Demi and I are living is changing everything. We can't go out and hold hand. We can't even dream of kissing in the public. I go to the toilet. Sometimes I wish I wouldn't have all the fame. My life would be so much easier. I flush the toilet and make my way back. But I stop at a picture of me and Demi. It is from last summer. We went to Paris. It's on top of the Eiffel Tower. This photo caused so much trouble. The press made the wildest rumors about it. But it's still one of my favorite pics of us. We look happy. I go back to my computer, but as I walk through the door I see Demi sitting on it. I can see tears in her eyes. I go to her and hug her. "You're right, this is bad", she says quiet. I can't even think right now. "Let's just go to bed and think about that tomorrow" I said. Demi nods slightly. I grab her hand and we go upstairs