"Do you want to have sex with her?"

….

Did I hear what she just said?


Chapter 12

Nick's POV

"I'm sorry, what did you just say?"

My mind felt numb...

did she really ask that question?

I don't how to respond to that.

I was quite frozen... that question repeating over & over.

"I said... do you want to have sex with her?"

There she said it again.

She really had meant to ask that question.

But how the hell do I answer that?

If I say no she won't believe me because I'm a 19 year old guy and we love sex and all that blah, blah blah... but if I say yes will she not be happy with that?

I mean I don't even know... I hadn't really thought about it until now.

Sure, it was at the back of my head but I never expected to talk about it to anyone.

It's my business isn't it?

"Look you know what... I shouldn't have asked that."

"No no it's okay... I just don't really know how to answer that."

Her eyebrows raised, obviously my response must have been slightly surprising.

"Really? Huh."

"Sorry... what did you want me to say?"

"Well to be honest I thought you might say no... but as a lie."

I frown a little, "By that you mean you thought I would say no but I was thinking yes?"

She nods, "Yeah. I didn't think you would tell me the truth."

"I'm an honest guy Dallas, you can trust me."

"Can I? Because I find it hard to be honest..."

"I know. But I'm not like Joe... I swear. He has no idea I met up with Demi."

Her eyebrows rose again, "Wow. So you're hiding your relationship from your family?"

"For now yes. Me and Demi are not even sure we're together properly yet."

"Mmm yeah she said that. She also said how happy you make her."

"I plan to make her happy for as long as I can."

"Well that's good. But do think about my question... because you're bound to one day."

"If only Demi wants to."

Dallas chuckles sarcastically, "Ha-ha oh she does... I know she does."

I suddenly felt my face flush.

I must have looked like a tomato now.

Demi wanted to have sex with me?

Holy shit.

I presume my expression was pretty shocked... because well, holy shit.

Holy mother of god that is all good and pure.

My hormones were raging now...

I had to make sure my legs were crossed to hide how I was feeling.

Holy shit.

DEMETRIA DEVONNE LOVATO WANTS TO HAVE SEXUAL INTERCOURSE WITH ME.

"You can't be serious?"

"I'm deadly serious. She may not say it, but she shows it."

"How?!"

"She blushes bright red whenever I speak of you."

"Really?"

Dallas nods, "Oh yeah. I also asked her if she wants sex with you and she lied, saying no but she was laughing... which I know is when she's fibbing."

I swallow the hard lump that was stuck in my throat.

I undo the top button on my shirt and pull my tie away from my neck.

"Is it hot in here or is just me?"

Dallas laughs, "Be honest Nick... have you done it?"

"That's not your business Dallas..."

"Spill it Jonas."

"No." How dare she try to invade my privacy!

"Nick..."

I still keep my harsh expression, looking at her firmly.

"No Dallas..."

Why was she being nosey? I can't let her tell Demi anything.

She pounces on me.

What the hell was she going to do to me?

"Dallas what are you doing!"

She laughs, "I'm going to untuck your legs."

"Why?" Shit she knows what I'm hiding.

"Oh please, I know."

How does she know about guy stuff?

"Please don't Dallas..."

"I won't if you tell me. But if you don't tell me, I will tell Demi you had a boner thinking about her."

"I wouldn't!"

"I would. Now... are you going to tell me?"

"No."

She shrugs, "Fine."

She tries to untuck my legs, I hold on tight as I can.

But jeez it was getting uncomfortable hiding it as my leg was needing into my privates.

I suck in air and clench my teeth, trying to stop from pulling my legs open.

"Stop it Dallas!"

"Then tell me!"

I let a frustrated growl, "Fine no! I haven't had sex."

"Wow, really?"

"I nearly did... with Delta, but I couldn't because all I could think of was Demi."

"So you do want to have sex with her?"
"Yes... I guess so. But only when she feels completely ready."

"She's saved herself for you."

I look at Dallas, quite shocked. "Seriously?"

"Yeah. She really loves you Nick... so if you hurt her, you'll be dealing with me."

"Don't worry, if I hurt her I'll be dealing with myself."

She sighs, "You're a good guy Nick. You've outgrown your brothers."

I chuckle, "I know."

She smiles at me and rolls her eyes.

"Oh come here..." She puts her arms out and I put mine out to give her a hug.

It was weird, because even though I know I'm hugging Dallas... it almost feels like a hug from Demi. I guess they have the same way of giving an embrace.

We let go after a few seconds and she sat back down on the couch.

"You know, you're like the annoying older sister I never had."

Dallas chuckles, "And you're like the irritating younger brother I never had. I have Demi though to make up for that."

"I must say... even though I love your sister very much, she can be annoying. But I would say in a cute kind of way."

Dallas looks at me with this really genuine smile.

She was almost as gorgeous as Demi... almost.

"Oh Nick you know... I should just not be the overprotective sis and leave you be."

"Nah it's okay... it's in your nature. With what she's been through, I don't blame you."

"Yeah... I can't let her get hurt again. I know it wasn't your fault though, she told me you were the only one who helped her out before she went to treatment. She actually trusted you more than me, mom or dad for a little bit. I really should say thank you for being there for her. But I guess that was what the hug was for."
She trusted me more than her own family?

Jesus christ she really was unwell.

How could she trust me more?

I mean yeah okay... we're best friends, but you always trust your family more no matter what.

I guess she didn't want to let them down, so she confided in me instead.

"You're welcome Dallas. I would do anything for her to be fully recovered."

She smiles again, "You're perfect for her aren't you? Maybe I should get the wedding prepared."

I had to laugh at that, "Marriage is not on my mind at all right now."

"I figured that."

"Right now, my mind is on finishing the rest of How To Succeed, and then helping Demi out as much as I can... being by her side every day."

"Okay stop it now... you're just being too sweet."

I chuckle, "Alright alright I'll stop being a kiss ass."

"Aside being a kiss ass... you've done well. I haven't seen Demi so happy when she came back home last night. I guess it did her good to see you again."

"Wow, well... I wasn't expecting her to be."

"Are you kidding? She's real crazy about you. I don't think you realise how much."

"I guess I don't. But she doesn't realise how much I'm crazy about her."

"Well, you need to tell her one day Nick."

"I will, don't worry."

"Okay well... since I'm here, do you wanna go out to Starbucks?"

"I was planning to meet Demi there... but sure."

"Oh well we don't have to go now then... we can always chat a bit more here."
I nodded. She went quiet for a moment, I guess she didn't have much else to say.

It was nice to be talking to Dallas though. She was a really nice person, just as a good person as Demi. I kinda wish I had a sister to talk to... I guess Dallas can be that. We were close enough before Demi went into treatment and cut off communication for a little while.

It's weird how she's still treating me the same. I would have thought that she would be awkward now, or maybe even a little rude. But no, she was her usual jokey self that I knew her as back in 2010. We still have banter and she still teases me.

I can understand she might not trust me as much because of what happened, but I only left Demi alone because I was worried that she wouldn't be able to get better if I tried to help her. I thought that when she broke down, I thought I had stopped her recovering.

But according to Dallas, that's not the case.

I stopped the comfortable silence, "Dallas?"

"Yes Nick?" She looked back at me, smiling slightly.

"I didn't know that I was helping her."

Her eyebrows knit together a little bit, "What do you mean?"

"I honestly thought that well... before Demi went into treatment..."

I notice Dallas tense up of the mention of treatment. I didn't mean to make her feel uncomfortable.

"...no you know what, I can tell this is a touching subject, I'll stop talking."

"No no Nick... go on, it's obviously something important."

I clear my throat, "Okay well.. before Demi went into treatment, I honestly thought I was making it worse for her, and that was why she broke down all of a sudden. But from what you've been telling me, that isn't the case?"

She smiles sadly at me, "No Nick it wasn't you. You really were helping her, but her depression was much stronger than you can fix. She's getting better, and to be honest... I think she'll recover slightly more if you're around. I guess she needs a proper friend to stick by her."

"I didn't know I was helping her, I really thought by staying out of contact until she felt comfortable talking to me again was actually the answer."
"Well... actually, yes and no. At first, we did think it was that, and that Demi keeping away from you and focusing on her recovery was the right answer... and that if she could get on with her life and forget you, she'll get better. But in a way she wasn't.

'There was one stage where last year, when me and Demi were staying at the family home, and for a little while she picked up a habit of talking in her sleep. At first we didn't think anything of it, but the walls aren't that thick, and she was getting louder and louder. Take a guess on what she was shouting out loud?"

I shrug my shoulders, "No idea."

"You Nick. She was shouting your name out."

I was stunned again.

Am I really that important in her life?

Holy crap this is a mess.

"Why me?"

"Because she was missing you! Can't you see you're everything to her?"

"I really can't Dallas... I never expected to be so big in her life."

"Oh come on Nick, you were the ONLY one who helped on the Camp Rock tour. Don't you think it makes sense?"

I shrug my shoulders again, "I guess so. But I didn't do much."

"Well, you did enough. She was missing you so much, but she said nothing. She never mentioned you. Not until December, when she was filming the Stay Strong documentary. When she was having a break she naturally blurted out, 'I wonder how Nick is celebrating Christmas'. I looked at her like she'd gone mad, and then she realised how much she's missed you and start crying and crying.

'But she thought that by breaking down, thinking of you wasn't helping. But no, it meant that she needed to see you again to be happy. So that's where we are now, and she's the happiest I have seen her in years. Because not only are you back in her life, but she's gone through treatment too."

I didn't know what to say.

All of this was so much to take in.

To think that I've made her extremely happy, makes me extremely happy.

Right at this point I wanted to jump off the walls... but Dallas was right here and thought that wouldn't be a good idea.

But fuck me, I helped her.

I HELPED HER.

Today is the best day ever already.

I just smile and say, "Thanks for telling me all this Dallas. Let's go to Starbucks now."

Dallas nods, and I grab my black jacket from the coathanger and open the door of my hotel room to head downstairs into New York.