She didn't know what to do. On one hand, Y/n loved Beyoncé, like a lot. But these messages, and comments were just plain hateful. Even though the singer told her not to listen to them, she couldn't help it, especially when the singer's management called her and told her that Bey's sales were at a record low.
It was like no one wanted to listen to her sing anymore. And it was all Y/n's fault.
So, Y/n made a decision, that she knew would end in disaster.
She nervously waited for the singer to get home from the store, trying and failing to stop her bouncing leg.
When she heard the car pull up, she walked to the door and opened it, helping Bey with the groceries, hoping to wouldn't notice why Y/n was dressed. And for a good minute, Y/n thought she got away with it, but when Bey put the last bag away, the dreaded question came.
"Goin' somewhere?" Y/n froze, before taking a deep breath and turning around.
"Yea, but, we need to talk. Um, sit. Please." Bey raised her eyebrow, but nodded and sat down, and Y/n, sat as she fiddled with her fingers.
"What's wrong Y/n?"
"This isn't easy for me, especially when I love you and you're gonna think that I don't since I'm doing this to help you because your fans stopped buying your things and if that stops then your management is gonna drop you because it'll be all my fault and I can't handle not seeing you live out your dream especially when it's all you wanted to do since you were little and I'm so sorry but I'm breaking up with you cause I love you!" She took a deep breath, not knowing why, but thankful that it all came rushing out. Bey just sat there, staring at Y/n as if she said something incredibly stupid, amd she kinda did.
"No." Y/n furrows her eyebrows, before sighing. "Fuck my management and fans if they think I'm gonna break up with you. They aren't my real fans if they don't support us."
"They loved when you came out Bey, but it's me that they hate. They said so. Even interviewers are asking and wondering why you haven't broken up with me. I get so many threats and no matter how many people I block, there's always twenty more around the corner. It's hurtful, and yea, I would do anything to be with you, but if your dream falls through, because of me, I wouldn't be able to handle it... I'm sorry Bey..." Y/n looks at her former girlfriend with tears in her eyes and streaming down her cheeks.
The Texan sits there silently, not knowing what to do or say. So Y/n makes the decision for her and gets up, kissing the singers forehead quickly, before rushing out the door with her purse and to ger car.
Once Y/n gets in her car and buckled, she breaks down, knowing that the singer is probably doing the same thing. After she does calm down, she drives away and just hopes that her life will be okay without the love of her life with her.
{{ Four months later... }}
Her life sucked.
Like badly. It wasn't because of work or anything. She had a gpod job, semi decent apartment, and a few good friends. But, she missed Bey. So fucken much. But what she did do helped with the singers sales and created a new album, that was selling wonderfully. Who knew people would get off on listening to someone's sad words about someone else.
And what hurt more was that Bey hasn't quit calling or texting her. Every morning and night, she sends a good morning and good night text, asking and wishing she has or had a good day. And then at lunch, calling to remind her to eat, which, Y/n is thankful for because sometimes she does forget to eat.
But one night, she finally replies to her text, asking the singer if she was free for dinner the next day, which the Texan eagerly texted back she was and made a time and place to meet up.
She already had her dress picked out, a black dress that she never got to wear for their two year anniversary, and was quickly able to change when she got home from work. And she decided she wasn't gonna lie to herself or Bey anymore. She was gonna tell the singer she still loved her. She just hoped the Texan still felt the same way.
Dinner was amazing and that's how she was currently pushed up against the bedroom door, wearing just her panties as Bey worked on her neck.
Y/n honestly didn't think Beyoncé felt the same, especially because she broke up with the singer for a stupid reason. But a wide smile came to her face when the singer said she felt the same and she nearly cried because of it.
Y/n let out a whimper as the singer pushed her thigh into her, grinding down on Bey's leg, trying to get some friction going. But the singer chuckled and pulled back. "Slow baby girl, we got all night..."
The sun from the window lit up her face, waking her up slowly. She smiled softly, and felt behind her, but frowned when she only got cold sheets. She felt a piece of paper crumble under her fingers and grabbed it, tearing up with she read the short message.
I'm sorry. I love you.
She couldn't help but scoff. "If you loved me, you'd stay..."
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