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When you turn 18, your soulmates name appears on your writing hands wrist. Hope you like it, enjoy!
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Y/n wrapped the red Kinesio tape around her left wrist, not wanting anyone to see the name inked across her wrist. It wasn't like she was ashamed by the name. The woman was a big icon. In movies, made music, created clothes. But, the woman has a family already, a husband and kids. How can she publicly say who her soulmate is without people coming at her, calling her a homewrecker and liar. Especially when her husband has her name written across his wrist and his across her's. Something had to be wrong. But, she wasn't gonna bring attention to it, wasn't gonna tell anyone who it was, even though she wanted to shout it from the rooftops. She's rather see her soulmate happy, then be happy herself.
And a radio interview later that day, was the first test. Well, the first test was ignoring her manager's questions about who it was, but Y/n knew her manager was just trying to piss her off.
When she got into the studio, she shook the host's hand, watching as his eyes caught the red tape around her wrist. She knew he was gonna ask while they were live, no doubt about that. As he helped her get comfortable, and made sure her headphones were plugged in and the mic was working, her nerves skyrocketed. And only got worse when he played sounds as they came back from commercial.
"And we are back with our special guest, Y/n Y/l/n! Yay!" Sounds of people clapping and cheering played, making Y/n smile brightly. "First, can I say, Happy 18th Birthday! How does it feel? Being a legal adult now that can now vote?"
"Feels no different from yesterday or last week."
"Do you have any plans? A big birthday bash? Going to a club? Anything? Come on, give me a hint here!" He pleads, but she laughs as she shakes her head.
"No, I'm actually gonna go home and see my mom after this. Spend a few days with her before my hectic tour beings. And I'm still too young for a club."
"True true, but just spending the day with your mom, and soulmate?" There it is.
"No, but thank you for bringing that up. I know who my soulmate is, but for reasons, I won't tell them, or talk about them. I don't and won't talk about it, and if someone presses on about it, I will leave. So, if you want to keep me on your show, or showing up, don't ask about my soulmate. It's not that hard." The host is quiet, before giving a gentle smile and nodding.
"If anyone breaks these rules, call me up, and I'll take care of them." He gives a stern nod, causing her to laugh and thank him. Thankfully, they move on, talking about her upcoming tour.
Sadly, it ends too soon, and with one last hug, she's heading towards the car, ready to spend the day with her mom.
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She tells her mom, of course she tells her mom, who her soulmate is, and the older woman is shocked, but also understanding as to why she wrapped her wrist. But, her mom being a mom, asks if it was really the right thing to do. If she should tell the woman first, before getting some help to talk it out with someone. And it's crazy and she personally takes it as a sign - she doesn't know if it's good or bad yet - because as they talk, the singer follows her on Twitter and Instagram, making her heart race. The singer knows, which makes Y/n scared. However, when no direct message comes from either social media page, she takes a breath, calming her heart rate.
Maybe she should listen to her mom though. Talking to the singer first, before making any decisions first. That was the reasonable choice, but sometimes, Y/n was stubborn, and didn't do reasonable.
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For a nearly a year, she stayed quiet about it. Only talking to her mom about her soulmate, but that happened on rare occasions. And no threatening messages, or any messages came from the singer, and Y/n didn't know if that was a good or bad thing. However, two weeks before her 19th birthday, it all went downhill.
She met a beautiful woman at her album launch party. Maria Kelli. Gorgeous, exotic, smart, fucken pretty, and Y/n's weakness. She slept with the beautiful woman, which was a huge mistake. When she woke up the next morning, the woman was gone, and her phone was blowing up. Tears immediately came to her eye's when she saw the notifications, finding out the woman wanted nothing more than a good fuck and to see who her soulmate was.
After sending a text to her mom, telling her she was coming home, and calling her manager - who was a real sweetheart - telling her she was taking some time to herself, she shut off her phone - after calling her car - and headed home. She needed her mom.
Y/n cried for what seemed like hours, wondering how someone could be so cruel. It was hard to understand why she did it, but there was nothing she could do. Her mom made her favorite dinner that night, and she went to bed early, just wanting to sleep.
However, when she woke up the next morning, she was surprised to feel a hand on her cheek, stroking the soft skin. She knew it wasn't her mom's hand, and the perfume definitely smelt expensive, but so lovely. She was in shock to see Beyoncé sitting on her bed, never thinking the singer would actually be there. But, how?
"Your mom messaged me. Got in late last night, and she and I talked. Why do you think I followed you? It wasn't because to scare you away, but I wanted to talk to you, to get to know you."
"Your tattoo though?" The singer showed her wrist, which did have her husbands name on it, but with some water, was quickly wiped off, showing her name underneath.
"I'm not a homewrecker."
"I know. I already filled for divorce, but I do think we need to talk about this, please?" Y/n bit her lip, but nodded, knowing that was the best thing. She might've thought she never get a chance, but maybe that's a lie. Maybe she did.
