It's Not Too Late.

Back Story:

Nick and Demi have been dating for a year. This is the time when Demi starts really struggling with her eating disorder, self-harm and having extreme mood swings. Their relationship is rocky, yet Nick is determined to save her from herself before something happens to the girl he loves.

Nick's P.O.V:

I sat back stage on the set of The View, as Demi walked on for her interview. How she managed to look so damn happy in front of the crowd always amazed me, especially since I knew how unrealistic it was.

2 hours earlier:

"Demi, you look gorgeous hun"
"Heh, thanks" she murmured under her breath as she looked down at her hands. Her eyes teared up a little and I watched as she slowly put on her sunglasses to cover it up.
"Babe? What's wrong?" I asked in my concerning voice as I reached over and began rubbing her leg gently. She quickly jerked it away, as if my touch repulsed her.
"It's nothing. I jus-"
"Dem, I love you. Please, let me in. I'm here for you, you know this"
"I just. I-I, feel too fat to go on today. I wish I didn't have to do this, but I can't back out now, not this close to show time." My heart broke as I heard her words, how could she not see that she was beautiful? What is she not seeing? It took everything in me to not pull the car over right there and just hold her in my arms, making her feel worthy enough for the world to see.
"Baby, you are the furthest thing from fat. I wish you could see yourself how I see you. I love you so much, and I think you're absolutely stunning. True story".

We pulled into the parking lot of the television studio a few minutes later. Tears were still streaming down her face; I hated seeing her cry, especially when there was nothing I could do about it. I didn't know how to help her through her body image issues, and it killed me. We both sat in silence for a few minutes before I grabbed her by the arm and pulled her into my chest. I didn't care if she was late, I needed to hold her and make her feel safe. Almost instantly as she made contact with my chest, I felt her whole body collapse into mine and she broke down completely. I reached my hand up to her beautiful black hair, and started running my fingers through it, whispering softly into her ear "it's going to be ok Dems. I'm here. It's gonna be ok".

I could have held her in my arms for as long as it took. Then, someone tapped on the window of my car, startling us both back into reality. It was Demi's mom and manager.

"Come on you guys, they're all waiting for you Demi".

Like a light switch, I watched as Demi lit up her face with the smile that was currently fooling the world. She opened the door of my car and got out quickly, not looking back at me as she was hurried off into the studio. Was her manager and mom blind to what Demi was going through? How did they not just see the mess she was only seconds ago?

I quickly found a parking spot in the back lot and ran inside to be with her as she got ready to go do the interview. I was praying it all went alright.

Demi's P.O.V

The last thing I wanted to do today was this interview with The View. My publicist told me that appearing on a national talk show would more than likely boost record sales for my new album, Here We Go Again. It was supposed to be my day off, but for some reason I took on the interview. I was excited for as many people to hear my single as possible. I just remember thinking "hard work pays off Demi. You gotta show the world you can make it happen".

But after working three months straight, I just wanted a break. I'm exhausted, and work is actually starting to feel like work again. Not only with interviews and press release stuff, I'm also gearing up for another summer tour. This is going to be my year.

Back stage, I opened a can of Red Bull and began drinking like my life depended on it.

"Demi, 2 minutes until sound check. You have everything?" my mom scared me half to death out of my tired state of mind.

"Yeah I'm coming! I just have to run to the bathroom quick! I'll be right there!"

I quickly finished my drink and ran to the bathroom. Thank God this was a single stall one. I locked the door behind me, flipped open the lid, and got rid of the drink I had just consumed.
Knock, knock, knock
"Yeah?!"
"Demi it's me. Are you ok?" Nick's voice echoed through the door.
"Yeah I'm fine. I'll be out in a few seconds!" I quickly flushed the toilet, reached into my purse to grab my tooth brush and paste, and began brushing my teeth like my life depended on it. Before exiting, I glanced at myself in the mirror and fixed the make up that had smeared during the car ride. I looked like a hot mess today. I took a deep breath, and opened the door to see Nick standing there with his concerned father look on his face.

"Hey babe, can we chat later? I have sound check in life, well now" I gave him a quick kiss on the lips and ran off to go warm up with the band.