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Y/n's POV
"Why dem fools...oh my." I laughed, wrapping my arms around the waist of my girlfriend as she was about to go off on the film crew walking directly in front of us.
"Chill out." I mumbled against her neck.
We walked slowly behind the group of people to the set of her freakum video shoot. Her hands gently caressed the outside of mine. "Are the lights on? There neon, right?" She questioned them, completely ignoring me.
I could tell she was getting aggravated because no one was turning around to insure that everything was right, they kept walking as if they didn't hear her.
"Hello?" She nudge me off of her as she stopped walking to look around with a frown on her face. "Are the lights neon?" She asked again.
They all turned around as if they had seen a ghost, before quickly responding. "I mean—yeah—yeah, they are." A corny looking white guy in a blue button up speaks as he looks around to the other crew members, avoiding Bey's stare.
"Ok, I was just wondering. I had to ask twice." Beyoncé responded, trying to be respectful but regardless, her annoyance was very evident.
I leaned against the wall of the studio while they talked a little more about a few other things, before continuing the walk to set.
"Come here." I pulled Beyoncé back by her hand, letting those who were behind us walk ahead so we could talk.
"What?" She carried the same tone of annoyance.
"Chill out, bae. You talking to me like I'm one of them." I tried to pull her in for a hug but she placed her hands on my stomach.
"No, baby—it's hot." She whined, but I knew that she was just aggravated and didn't want to be touched.
"What's wrong?" I frowned leaning against the wall.
She let out a shaky breath, almost as if she was going to cry.
She came closer to me and laid her head in my chest, with her arms still stuck to her side. So much for being hot, huh? "I'm so tired." Her body jolted as I felt a wetness leaking through my shirt.
I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her closer. "I know."
"It's been—what? Almost 16 hours?" She complained, still crying. "Then they're all acting fucking..." I stopped her before she could start calling them people every name in the book.
"Aight, baby." I kissed her forehead.
"And I haven't eaten." She sniffled, making me laugh. "It's not funny." She pulled away and hit my chest before walking away.
