celebrity one shots

Happy Birthday, Madonna

Warnings: Angst, fluff, unedited
rpcwife

The courage it took to get out of bed each morning to face the same things over and over was enormous.

I hadn't seen or even heard from Madonna in quite some time, one day she was here and the next she was slowly slipping through my fingers.

I quietly get out of bed my feet softly padding my way towards the bathroom, rubbing the sleep from my eyes as I yawned rather loudly.

Glaring at my reflection in the mirror I released a defeated sigh, my shoulders sagging.

My birthday.

I brush my teeth before practising my greetings for the day.

I had one person on my mind Madonna but after all this time of not talking...

I close my eyes attempting to cage the burning tears threatening to streak down my face.

My birthday wasn't my birthday unless Madonna my Donna was there with something cheesy to say.

Nonetheless, I continued with another heavily lonesome day as the insecurity began to crawl deep within my flesh carving me inside out.

I smile tiredly into the large mirror, my fists at ready to pound into the reflective glass announcing my every flaw.

Anger flooded my brain, my chest starting to heave as my breathing became erratic. Nostrils flare slightly before the tears release and an unbearable sadness takes over.

It's not a birthday if someone isn't crying- my phone that I had left on my bedside had begun to ring. Quickly answering a soft voice came through "Y/n?" No. Why after all this time now?

I closed my eyes breathing deeply through my nose in an attempt to steady my breathing "hey" I whispered. "Still haven't changed your number I see" the person on the line laughed "well, you seem to remember it so why call? Why now?" I was annoyed.

Part of me was glad but I didn't want to be hurt again, not like that "ouch- well I'm in town, assuming you still live in the same place?".

Should I lie? Should I just hang up? I sighed softly pinching the bridge of my nose "yes" I muttered under my breath.

And that was it the phone went silent as I hung up and got dressed, as I sat on the bed to put on my shoes the doorbell rang.

No

She couldn't be here that quickly. I travelled through the house before answering the still-ringing door.

Swinging it open stood Madonna smiling sheepishly behind it.

"Come here, butterfly" she whispered opening her arms but I stood still in shock staring blankly at her.

"Please. Come to me" she pleaded and that was when my feet began to carry me towards the blonde woman.

Flying into her awaiting arms "why'd you hesitate?" She whispered into my ear as she rubbed my back.

"You'd be so easy to fall in love with until you walk away, breaking my heart in the process." She pulled back just looking at me.

"Let's go for a walk" she smiled as I locked my house.

Her eyes twinkle, light reflecting off them like she stole the stars she loves so damn much.

We walk side by side our hands grazing gently against one another, this scares me more than I'd admit.

Slowly we end up at a secluded park, she turns to me with that goofy grin I had no clue just how much I missed.

"Happy birthday" she whispered grasping my hand as she began to run further into the park, a playground somewhere in the distance.

She's adorable- I smile brightly as the sun kissed my skin, the wind blowing gently against my body and through my hair.

We laugh as we've never laughed before, out of air I broke the small silence "part of me believes that this is fake and I'll wake up tucked in bed" I admitted.

"Tell me..." she softly grasped my jaw "does this feel fake to you?" With that, she gently kissed me passionately.

We rested our foreheads against each other "not sure yet" I giggled.

"Come on tour with me" she blurted "pardon?" I laughed "come on tour with me" she repeated.

"I've been waiting for you to come home for eleven years. I'll go anywhere you go" She relaxed for her I'm willing to risk it all.

"I fucking love you" she laughed and it was magical. Shit. I am falling for Madonna. For her and only her.

"I love you too" it's never too late to be who you want to be.

One girl. One love. One forever.