Madison Beer Oneshots (GirlxGirl)

We're Okay Now

Mini A/N: Let's take a second to admire how small Bowie (Pic above) is.

Oneshot Details: Fight to Healthy Relationsip. You and Madison get into another fight, toxic described your relationship, constant jealousy, the word 'trust' tossed around like it was nothing, feeling lust but wanting love, lack of support in each others lives, depending on whatever so called love was in reach. 6 months of little fights becoming big, it wasn't always like that but something changed that now needs to be fixed, communication can fix many problems remember that. Credits: @user1833872717

Y/n's POV:

"OH PLEASE FUCK YOU Y/N!" My girlfriend storms further into our shared apartment and I slam the door shut following her into the living room, "REALLY FUCK ME DO YOU HEAR YOUSELF?! I WASN'T DOING ANYTHING WRONG!" I yell at her just like what she's doing to me, these fights have been going on for weeks but I know it's longer I just don't want to admit it. "DO YOU NOT TRUST ME?!" She shoves me and I stood my ground getting in her face, "HERE WE GO AGAIN ABOUT ME TRUSTING YOU HOW MANY TIMES DO I NEED TO SAY MADISON, I DON'T TRUST THOSE GUYS!" I turn around rolling my eyes, "THOSE GUYS ARE MY TEAM OKAY I PAY THOSE GUYS TO HELP ME WITH MY MUSIC AND YOU THINK YOU KNOW BETTER?!" I hate her team, I've always hated her team, they're nothing but useless pieces of shits. I'm going to lose it, I will. "YEAH I DO KNOW BETTER, THEY WANT TO SEE YOU FAIL MADISON CAN'T YOU FUCKING SEE IT. ALL THEY DO IS TELL YOU WHAT YOU CAN'T DO THEY'RE CONTROLLING WHAT YOU WANT TO PUT OUT. THEY'RE SETTING YOU UP FOR FAILURE. THEY DON'T CARE ABOUT YOU! THEY NEVER DO ANYTHING IN YOUR FAVOR. YOU COULD BE THE BIGGEST SINGER SONGWRITER ON THE PLANET BUT NO THEY DON'T ADVERTISE ANYTHING YOU DO! THEY'RE ALWAYS AND I MEAN ALWAYS TELL YOU THAT A SINGLE WON'T DO WELL. YOU THINK THEY WANT TO SEE YOU SUCCEED BUT YOU'RE WRONG YOU'RE SO WRONG. YOU'RE PAYING PEOPLE THAT ARE LEADING YOUR DOWNFALL. I'M RIGHT AND YOU KNOW THAT! YOU KNOW I'M RIGHT WHY WON'T YOU JUST ADMIT IT!" I hold her shoulder shaking her breathing heavily through my nose, tears were already on her face when we came but now there's no sign of them stopping.

"Really? Why won't I admit? Because you're the same too. You don't come to recordings anymore. You're busy with your job than taking care of me and what I love. You've become a ghost. You keep talking about support from my team but where's my support from you. Just because you repost something on your Instagram story doesn't mean it's support." She cries and I let go of her, "That's what you want to bring up? I take care of you, there's food in the fridge when you wake up and when you come home from your late night studio shit. You don't tell me anything till the last minute and you think I don't care of you. I do support your music more than those assholes!" I shake my head, "THAT'S THE BARE MINIMUM! DOING THE BARE NECESSCITIES ISN'T ENOUGH?! ARE YOU WAITING FOR ME TO FAIL?!" She pulls my hands away, "YEAH MAYBE I AM SO THAT YOU SEE WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!" I say with my eyes burning into hers, she took a sharp breath in and my face drops realizing what I said. She walked away from me, I watched as she only took a few steps walking to our room, I heard the door close along with the lock and I sank into the floor laying on my back staring at the ceiling. I see golden hair appear in my peripheral vison and I turn seeing Bowie sit there beside me. "Go to mom, she needs you more." I tell him and he listens then I hear his collar become quieter. I shouldn't have said that.

Madison's POV:

I just released a new song, a song that I've been wanting to put out for so long and this is what's happening another argument with Y/n, I'm so sick and tired of it but she's so stubborn that she doesn't see what I see. She can be so sweet and she is so loving but her anger is uncontrollable sometimes and leads us to where we are now. I sat on the edge of our bed scrolling through my phone responding to my supporters through Twitter, my notifications were blowing up on all of my social media platforms, tags were placed left and right, everyone saying how good the song is, reaction videos, people making memes that were actually funny, my supporters always put a smile on face, majority of them don't care what I put out because I know they trust me and my skill to know it's going to be good. They prove my team wrong every time, I see my stats go up and people still listening to my old songs even my first song ever. I went from app to app leaving Instagram for last, Instagram and tiktok were the apps I wanted to get over fast, the negativity is too much to handle especially when strangers say I'm just a pretty face, to make better music and so much more. It's the reason I leave so often.

I flip through my tags on stories and posts, so many cute and sincere messages but a few of my mangers and my teams accounts don't have anything in them. I refreshed their pages, still nothing. I told them, I told them so many times to post, to advertise and to let it be known that 'Madison Beer just released a new song go check it out!' Anything just to put me out there but I got nothing. I turned my phone off throwing it behind me. "I'm so done, I'm so done. I don't ask for much, all I want is support that's it I just want someone to believe in me." I pull my sleeves over my hand wiping my tears away. "Madison." I hear my name and I sniffle making my way over opening the door, Bowie jumps up holding himself with his paws on my hips, "Hi Bowie" I baby talk laughing. Sometimes he can be a dramatic boy but he is my serotonin, if it wasn't for him who knows where I'd be now. I looked at the body beside him, her head was down and her body was stiff. "I'm still mad at you." I tell her and she looks up, she hasn't been crying but I've seen the look before, her eyes become glossy with her cheeks flushed, her adam's apple becomes more defined and her jaw is clenched. "I know you're mad at me, I know you are but we need to sort this out, properly, I don't want to go to bed mad again, I don't want to leave you alone in the room to sleep while I'm the couch. I don't want to just give up." She explains herself, "I don't give up either but every time that we try to work things out in ends up the same way over and over again. We never get through it." I put Bowie down snapping my fingers pointing to his bed in which he follows. "Can we please try again?" She holds one of my hands but I instantly pull it back. She looked down and I looked away from her, "Yeah we can try again." I wipe the incoming tears sniffling.

"Okay let's sit down." I follow her back into our living room and we sat on the couch. "Is there anything you want to say first?" She asks me as I sat straight with my hands in my lap. "You were right, my team doesn't support me as much as I think they did. All my fans and supporters are the reason why people still know my name, the song I put out means so much to me and to see it do amazing in a short amount of time when all I was told was that it's not going to do well. They didn't believe in me, do you? I know I've been jumping to conclusions about what goes on in your head and I'm sorry, a lot of what I've has been uncalled for and just out of line. I don't even blame my past for everything that's happened with us and how I treat you. I'm just a bitch like an actual bitch and you don't deserve a bitch. I just want the time where we had all the time in the world back again. I feel like that's what we need, you're always at work, I'm always at the studio, our schedules never match up and I think I just really miss you Y/n." I let out a broken sigh feeling myself about to cry, I swear I hate being a Pisces sometimes I shouldn't be crying this much while talking. "You're not a bitch okay, you haven't been a bitch to me yes you yell but that's not you being a bitch. I've seen you be a bitch and trust me it's a lot worse." She laughs a little I push her away from me "We're supposed to be talking this out, when did this become insult o'clock." I turn away crossing my arms over my chest. "I'm kidding I'm kidding sort of but no seriously." She turns me back around, "I do believe in you, I know how talented you are, I know how genuine you are and I know how cruel the world can be to you. I haven't been the shield that keeps those negative things away and I'm sorry that I haven't been involved in your music, I understand that posting one screen isn't enough, I haven't even told you how proud I am of you. And I'm insanely proud, I should tell you that more often." She takes my hands in hers again but I take them away cupping her face.

"And about us not being able to spend as much time together anymore, let's share each others schedules, maybe we can find a day or more where work doesn't matter." She offers and I nod, "How about the day after tomorrow? I know Oscar is going to have stuff for me to do because of the release and the day after is writing lyric things but I can get out of that, how about you?" I ask her and I see her thinking, "I don't have anything tomorrow but I can move the meeting I'm supposed to have and then I'll be free so, it can be just us two soon." She smiles between my hands. I pull her face to mine, finding her lips and kissing her deeply. A kiss that we both know we haven't had in a while. After maybe a minute we heard a whine and we pull away, Bowie jumps between us finding a way for him to fit. "We're okay now." I tell him petting his head and he whines again, "We're sure." She encourages giving me a sweet smile.