Prompt: Wilmer surprising Demi at the lovato benefit thing.

Demi's POV

"I miss you so much." I whispered into the phone, tears slowly streaming down my face. I was laying in bed, waiting for my alarm to go off to get up and start getting ready for the benefit tonight. I was overwhelmed with thoughts of my dad and past memories when I woke up so I immediately called Wilmer.

"I miss you too Sweetheart... so much. I wish I could be there for you more than anything." Came his normally soothing voice, but it did little for my tears.

"If you're going to surprise me today please tell me right now because I don't think I can do this." I pleaded, "I need you Wilmer."

I heard his frustrated sigh, "I mean...babe if I could be there with you I would. If I was surprising you I'd honestly tell you right now because I know how much this day is going to hurt you and I just want to hold you and protect you from your inner demons. I'm so sorry."

I sighed and wiped at my cheeks, "No, I know that you have to shoot and do press it's just frustrating. I wish we were normal. I wish we were normal people with normal jobs who could come home to each other every single night. I just... I don't know. I miss you so much it hurts sometimes."

Wilmer clicked his tongue, "Don't cry baby, I'll be home before you know it."

I closed my eyes, "Don't worry, I'm counting the days."

~*~

The rest of the day was tough, even though my meet and greet went great I was still kind of sad inside. My performance was going good so far, and my vocals had only cracked a bit when I got emotional thinking about my dad during nightingale. Just as I was about to start another song, Perez showed up.

"Hi Demi!"

"Hi." I nervously said, wondering why the hell he was coming up during my set.

"I've just got some fan questions for you Miss Lovatoo." He said, smiling at my coyly.

"Okay.." I said in the same tone, smiling back.

A few of the fans asked questions, then one asked about Wilmer, and I could feel the sadness creeping in again.

"My heart is broken that he can't be here tonight... but.." I broke off with a smile as they started screaming as they usually do when I spoke about Wilmer, "Uhmm..." I trailed off as I saw them all pointing behind me and slowly turned to see Wilmer pouting at me holding a cake. "Stop!" I groaned, covering my eyes so they audience wouldn't see the tears in my eyes, holding the microphone close to me. Perez took the cake from him and I took a step towards him, pecking his lips and pulling him in for a hug.

"What are you doing here?!" I whispered in his ear, "You're supposed to be in Canada!"

He rubbed my back, "No, I'm supposed to be here, with you."

I just tucked my head in my arm, pressing my face against his shoulder and trying to reign in the tears forming in my eyes. Once we pulled away he kissed me again and I couldn't contain my smile, "I love you so much baby."

The fans in front of us were screaming their heads off, eventually breaking into the 'happy birthday' song to celebrate my sober birthday and Wilmer mock-conducted them, smiling at me. Perez handed the microphone to Wilmer so he could say a few words, but I barely paid attention, not taking my eyes off of his face. When he was done, he hugged me again and his lips were at my ear, "I'm so proud of you."

Both of the men walked off the stage and I walked up to the microphone, a little dazed, "I don't know what to say... but I'm gonna go off stage now!" They all laughed while I gave them a little wave and practically ran off stage. Wilmer was right there waiting for me, and I threw myself into his arms, finally allowing myself to cry.

"Are you upset with me?" He murmured, pulling us off into a quiet corner.

"Why the hell would I be upset with you?" I asked, wiping my eyes.

"Because I lied to you. I told you I wasn't coming." Wilmer cupped my cheeks, "I was staying in the same hotel as you when you called me this morning. You don't know how hard it was to stay away."

I shook my head and folded myself into his arms, "I was just having bit of a moment. But you're here now, so everything's okay."

He hugged me tightly, "I love you so much."

I smiled, "I love you too baby... You don't know how much this means to me."

The sound of the crowd screaming made us both look up and I realized Sirah had gone on stage in my absence to do a song. When I turned back to Wilmer he was smiling at me.

"I guess you've got to get back to the real world, huh?"

I shook my head, "Screw the real world."

He chuckled, "You don't mean that. Besides, we have all night together and more. I'm leaving on Friday."

I looked down sadly, "It's a little fucked up we get excited for seeing each other for two whole days this week."

Wilmer stroked my cheek, "Soon it'll be less crazy, then we'll have more time."

I shrugged, "Whatever, it's fine. I'll take what I can get. I have to go on stage now."

"Demi-" He went to speak but I shook my head and walked away. It was frustrating sometimes, and it was times like these when I began to wonder if it was all worth it. I wanted to be normal, to live a normal life where I could come home from some job that I hate to my family. Not an empty apartment with a note saying he was in Canada for the weekend. I wanted normal.

After I performed my last song, and the benefit came to an end, Wilmer came to stand next to me, neither of us speaking as we followed the trail of people walking out the door. As soon as I stepped out, the yells and flashes of paparazzi greeted me. Wilmer instantly wrapped one arm around my waist and the other came in front of us to shove cameras out of our faces. The began yelling things and I leaned into Wilmer as one of them brought up my dad and his lips came to my ear.

"Don't listen to them Demi. Listen to me okay? Just keep walking forward, we're almost at the car. I've got you."

I blindly stumbled along with him with my eyes closed, and soon I was lifted up a bit and the yelling drastically lowered. Wilmer pulled me onto his lap, and I pushed my face into his neck.

"Alright Demi, it's alright. I've got you." He crooned, rubbing my back.

"I hate them." I whispered, "I hate them so much."

Suddenly, a pounding on the windows sounded and I flinched, curling my body further into his.

"It's just the fans Demi. It's okay."

I stayed silent, but moved off of his lap to the other seat. Wilmer leaned his head back and sighed, "I don't know what you want from me Demi."

I shook my head, "I don't want anything Wilmer. Just leave it alone."

"I'm not gonna leave it alone. You're obviously not happy, I don't know what you want me to do to make you happy. Do you want me to quit my job? Do you want to move to some small town suburb so we can be normal people? Is that what you want me to do? Is that what would make you happy?"

I wiped tears off of my cheek with my hand, "Can you please stop?"

He huffed angrily, "I don't know what to do to make you happy anymore."

"You do make me happy!" I snapped, shoving his shoulder, "You make me happier than anyone else in the world and you know what so shut the fuck up!"

"Do I? Because lately you've been doing a lot of crying! You don't think I hear you at night? Don't you realize that it kills me when I hear you crying yourself to sleep? I don't know why it's happening because you never talk to me! You never tell me how you're feeling anymore!"

"Because you don't listen! Every time I try and tell you what's going on you're either a picture on a screen or a text message! You're never home! I know you have dreams and goals and I understand that and I want them all to happen for you, but you're never home. You yell at me constantly for leaving you alone and yet when I'm finally on a break you just jet off somewhere to go promote something or to go film something. It's frustrating. I know we're not normal, believe me, I know, but the least we can do is try to act like we're in a relationship!"

"Are you kidding me?!" He shouted, making me jump, "I'm never home?! Really?! Don't be a fucking hypocrite. My schedule doesn't revolve around you just as much as yours doesn't revolve around me. I come home to an empty apartment with barely a text message saying you're in New York or halfway around the world!"

I took a deep breath, "Maybe you should go."

He stopped, "What?"

I shrugged, "Maybe you should just go! Go back to Canada. It's fine whatever. Feel free to do whatever you want, fuck whoever you want, because I can't do this anymore."

His entire body sagged, "What?"

I threw my hands in the air, "That's what this entire fight is leading up to right?! You saying you can't do it anymore and leaving? So it's fine. I'm setting you free. I'll tell the driver to stop at the airport and you can go back to Canada."

Wilmer shook his head, "But I don't want to go back to Canada, and I definitely don't want to break up."

"Then what do you want from me? You're screaming at me all of these things that you don't like and yet you don't want to break up? Why? What the hell do you want then?"

"I want you!" He snapped, "I want you for the rest of my life! That's that I want. I want you, and it hurts because it feels like you don't want me, and that I love you more than you love me."

My mouth fell open and I stared at him, "You're an idiot." He looked up with a stormy expression but I ignored it and climbed onto his lap, straddling him, "You're an idiot because that is the most absurd thing I've ever heard. Of course I want you. Do you think I would really be in this relationship if I didn't? Do you really think I would be with you for five years, living with you, sleeping with you, loving you, for five years, if I didn't? Wilmer... It's you. It's always been you, and it'll always be you. That's the reason we fight like this, but never breakup. Things need to change, but we're so scared of losing each other that it never happens and we never talk about these things until the blow up fights happen." I leaned down and kissed him deeply, then pulled away, leaning my forehead against his, "And I can assure you... You don't love me more than I love you. No one will ever love anyone, more than I love you."

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