Prompt: Demi comes home from tour but her and Wilmer are fighting.

Demi

I walked into the house late that night and tried to be as quiet as possible as I stumbled through the pitch black rooms. I was supposed to be home a while ago but my flight was delayed. I wasn't too bothered by it, because Wilmer and I had gotten in a huge fight the week before so I was sort of dreading seeing him. I tip-toed upstairs and into the guest bedroom. my makeup was all off and I was already in sweats so I crawled into the bed and wrapped the blankets around myself. Suddenly the bed moved and I let out a scream, twisting around in the sheets until I fell out of it and landed with a thud.

"Shit!" A male voice called out from the darkness.

"Wilmer?!" I screeched, "What the hell are you doing?!"

Light flooded my vision and I saw him staring down at me. "Me?! What the hell are YOU doing?!"

I threw my hands into the air, "Why didn't you sleep in the bedroom?!"

He groaned, "I thought you would want to sleep in there!"

I shook my head, "That's dumb."

Wilmer huffed and laid back down on his back, staring at the ceiling, "Whatever, go sleep in the bedroom."

I stood up and gave him a dirty look, "Nice to see you too, baby."

He closed his eyes shook his head, "Goodnight Demi."

I could feel tears coming to my eyes, "You're such a fucking dick."

Wilmer's face didn't change, "Goodnight Demi."

I took a deep breath, "Goodbye Wilmer."

His eyes snapped open, "Jesus Demi that sounds like a hell of a lot more than goodnight."

I sniffled, "I don't know what you want from me. Yeah, I had to extend the tour. I'm sorry. I don't know what else to say to you. If you're going to keep being childish and not speaking to me because of an extra week then I don't want to be around you. And for me to get home and you not even want to sleep in the same bed as me? Fuck you. Honestly if you want to show me that you even faintly missed me, this is a pretty shit way."

He sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed, "Of course I missed you. Demi that's why I was so mad. I missed you so much it hurt. I just wanted to hold you, and I was so excited for you to get home then I get a call saying you're staying another week? Sorry if it's a bit frustrating."

I rolled my eyes, "Then you talk to me! You don't call me up flipping out and yelling at me about how I don't care about us or you. You know damn well that's bullshit. I've given everything for us. I've sacrificed more and more every single day. Yet you still accuse me of that shit? I don't know what else to do. I have nothing left to give to you Wilmer."

He stood up and I instantly took a step back, "I know, I'm sorry. I thought you were mad and didn't want to see me so I slept in the other bed. I love you, and I didn't mean those things. Can we just start over?"

I screwed up my face, "This isn't just something you can sweep under the rug Wilmer. We-" I was cut off as he backed me up against the wall and began kissing on my neck. "We... We can't." My hand moved to his hair as a low moan came from my mouth. Wilmer began kissing and sucking on all my sweetspots, "I can't.." I was panting now as his hands began to wander up and down my body. My head cleared suddenly and I shoved his chest away a few inches, "You can't just kiss me and make everything okay."

He cupped my cheeks, "I know, I just really missed you and wanted to do that. I love you, and I'm sorry. I'm sorry for being an insensitive jerk, and a dick. I love you so much and I didn't mean what I said. I just want to show you how much I missed you."

I smiled timidly and nodded, pressing my lips to his and kissing him passionately, "Wait." He stopped as I placed my hand on his chest, "Can we go to our bedroom? I've waited so long to sleep there with you, I don't want to waste another minute."

Wilmer chuckled and his arms swung around me, picking me up bridal style, "Believe me, I know."

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