Fic: She Falls Apart - Two
Title: She Falls Apart - Two
Fandom, Pairing: RPF (Disney) Demi/Selena
Rating: Varies but we'll say M to NC-17 over most chapters.
Disclaimer: This is a work of complete and utter fiction.
Summary: Following An Untitled Prologue which was written for a prompt over at colorwithme this follows what happens between Demi and Selena after.
Authors Notes: Thanks to Faye letscall-l for being the beta on this one - your comments have kept me working on this. So thank you like x100000 for all your input :D
Warnings: This fic deals with adult situations like sex (and on that note the girls are older now - obviously), alcohol consumption and some general adult themes.
This does deal with some sensative issues of non-con/date-rape and rape - if this disturbs you please don't read it.
Chapter Two -
Selena twirls a fry in the giant blob of ketchup on her plate as Ryan fiddles with his phone. He is frowning as he frantically starts typing out a message.
“Ryan, just call her” She speaks up. He looks up at her, startled as he remembers they are having lunch. He looks guilty as he realises he should be paying attention to his friend.
“No, it’s ok” He puts the phone down and tries to pay attention to her but keeps glancing at it. Selena extends an arm and gently pats his hands as they fidget on the table.
“Just call her, I’m going to abandon you now anyway.” She then stands, grabbing her handbag.
“You barely ate” He is looking at the burger with a few bites taken out of it and fries which were more played with than eaten. He looks at her very concerned. She smiles at him softly, such a sweet boy.
“I had brunch with Taylor, I’m sorry” the lie slips so easily from her lips.
“Oh okay then. Well I’ll see you on set tomorrow then” He grabs at his phone as Selena turns and walks away. She glances back to see him talking into his phone while reaching over the table to eat her abandoned fries.
She genuinely likes hanging out with Ryan, they’re set to start shooting the sequel to their hit movie from last year. It’s a camp little horror franchise which launched his career and was more of a cameo role for her. Their easy friendship had fuelled rumours about their chemistry, which naturally fuelled publicity for the film. It had been great fun and with their characters surviving the first round they both agreed to sign on for more movies. She had fun filming and she didn’t mind the rumours that they were more than friends, his girlfriend however was endlessly jealous. She wishes she could just tell the girl she had nothing to worry about, at all but she has a sneaking suspicion the girl would try and sell the story. She hails a cab to head home. Sinking back into soft seats she closes her eyes and feels her stomach churn. She hasn’t been eating much lately; it always brings on an unwelcome nausea. She’s learnt to just eat small amounts, if she attempts to eat too much she just brings it all back up again. ‘It’s like an eternal hangover’ she bitterly thinks. Hopefully her appetite will return soon, when filming resumes people will start to notice, especially as she continues to drop weight. She doesn’t want to feel like this, she’s honestly not trying to be anorexic. Her mind keeps swirling around thoughts she wishes she could escape; focusing on the past just aggravates the feeling in her stomach. She spots Taylors car in her driveway as the cab pulls up. Taylor has been over most days recently, she’s noticed the weight loss and the general change in Selena’s mood and has taken it on herself to look after the younger star. Selena feels guilty that Taylor is giving up so much time to her, but also very grateful to have a friend there for her. Her heart tightens a bit, she still wishes that friend was Demi.
Demi slides her fingers over the smooth expanse of exposed skin. The other girl lets out a soft breath. Demi smiles and leans down to taste the flesh, she runs her tongue over a nipple and slides her fingers between the nameless blondes legs. She loves these moments, listening to the noises the other girl makes. Everyone is so unique in the way they sound. She tries to push some memories to the back of her mind and focus at the task at hand. It doesn’t take much more for the blonde beneath her to shudder and call her name. She feels a bit guilty, she’s already forgotten her name but “Demi” Spills from the girls lips so effortlessly. They lay in the sheets for a moment to catch their breath.
“I should go” Demi mumbles as she starts to hunt down her clothes.
The blonde simply smiles and watches her. She isn’t asking her to stay or suddenly becoming clingy, Demi likes this. She likes the girls who don’t try and get her to cuddle after. She locates her bra then looks up to find the girl has fallen asleep She smiles and quickly dresses, letting herself out of the hotel room. It’s always good when they are on the same page as each other. She likes the girls she finds in bars much better than the groupies. She learnt the hard way that fucking the fans never really worked. They were so clingy and gushing about her too much. She’d had to get Michael to forcefully remove one girl who seemed to think Demi was obligated to marry her afterwards. Girls she picked up in a club or a bar often knew who she was, they knew they were screwing a celebrity but they were rarely a ravenous fan. She loves her fans, they have brought her so far, but some of them were just weirdoes’. She slips into her car and thinks at least she hasn’t had any creepy old stalkers like Miley. She absently wonders what the other girl is up to. She’s tempted to ring the other Disney alum but decides against it. She hasn’t spoken to Miley in awhile, a few months probably. Miley had been trying to keep of radar lately, after her marriage to Nick Jonas fell apart. Demi knew her old friend was headed towards a Britney style meltdown earlier in the year when her marriage collapsed, but her family had rallied around her and Miley had essentially disappeared. As she whipped through the late night New York traffic she idly wondered what part of the country Miley was hiding in, or if she was even in the Unites States. She could be anywhere in the world. Demi envied her a little, she wished she should ditch the new tour and disappear for awhile. She loves the shows, being on stage was an amazing rush, but the press junkets and other publicity were the things that got to her. Pictures of Michael and her arriving together adding fuel to the rumours she was dating the bassist. Just once she wishes they would get a photo of some random girl with her tongue down their throat to quash those rumours. But her supposed heterosexuality was always being upheld. She sometimes planned ways to get caught, to do something outrageously public so she had to get caught. But she knew even if she did there is probably some plan to brush it away already in place.
Selena stands under the warmth of the shower beating down on her skin and lets out a sigh. She could escape the world when she was standing in the white cubicle, the water pouring down around her. Taylor couldn’t be here giving her sympathetic looks over a failed friendship. Ryan wasn’t asking her about lines, about what she thought of the latest take or what he should get his girlfriend for Valentines days. Her mother wasn’t asking her to just eat a little bit more. No one was throwing new scripts or meetings or something else to squeeze into her schedule at her. It was just her, standing there with a lingering smell of vanilla body wash or some new shampoo scent. This is her sanctuary, the one place she can escape from all the pressure. She lathers shampoo in her hair, taking time to massage it through, her fingers pressing into her scalp. As much as Selena loves her job sometimes she just wants to scream. She wishes she could tell the magazines and talk show hosts about the pressure to be perfect. Instead she must smile and nod and talk about her latest endeavour. She can’t talk about any girl she might be dating or how she was in love with Demi Lovato. She defiantly couldn’t tell them how she slept with her once bff only to have the other girl disappear, leaving her just another notch on the bedpost. She sighs and rinses the shampoo out of her hair. She knows she can take her time but that doesn’t mean she can spend all day under the steady stream of water. She shuts off the water and steps out of the cubicle, grabbing a fluffy towel to wrap around herself. She pads out to the bedroom and begins to pick out an outfit for the day. She picks out comfortable jeans and a t-shirt, deciding she’ll just hang around her house today it’s a suitable outfit. She walks downstairs, her bare feet sinking into the soft carpet and is greeted by the smell of bacon.
“Hungry?” Taylor is wearing an apron, a spatula in hand and grinning at Selena. She looks right at home in the kitchen, like she should have been a 50’s housewife. Selena smiles at her friend. “Starving” her throat constricts at the thought of food but her stomach growls. It’s a constant battle with her own body to get food into it and it confuses her. If Taylor wasn’t insisting on cooking she would probably not be attempting to eat.
“How did filming go yesterday” Taylor asks as she fixes Selena breakfast.
Selena just shrugs “It was pretty boring, doing more of the establishing scenes and stuff, we get into the gore next week which will be fun” She grins then looks down at the plate of food in front of her. She picks up the cutlery and starts to eat. Taylor is watching her carefully. It’s been comforting having the older girl around but she is beginning to be concerned about the amount of time Taylor has been spending with her. She’d been so wrapped in her own problems she had only just realised as natural as it was for Taylor to be looking out for a friend it was all a bit over the top, even for the country singer. Dots connected in Selena’s head as she realises Taylor is also hurting over something, and it compensating by trying to make Selena feel better about Demi. Selena nibbles on her bacon, watching her friend busy herself in the kitchen. She wishes she had some idea what could be pushing Taylor to find a distraction.
“I think I’ll make muffins!” Taylor announces. Selena smiles as she continues to eat her breakfast. Until Taylor was ready to talk through her problem she’d happily accept the blondes’ comfort food. They both needed it after all.
Chapter Three