Bodyguard (YN x Beyonce)

Part Fourteen

The sound of zippers and light footsteps echoed through the bedroom as Beyoncé moved around, checking her bags and packing the last of her things. Sunlight spilled through the curtains, soft and golden, but it didn't make me feel any better. I leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching her fold a hoodie into her suitcase with care.

She looked up at me and smiled softly. "Don't look so sad, baby."

"I'm not," I lied, even though I sounded exactly like someone who didn't want to say goodbye.

"You're sulking."

"Am not."

She arched a brow. "You've been following me around the house like a puppy for the last thirty minutes."

I sighed and stepped inside, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "I just... I'm gonna miss you."

Beyoncé closed the suitcase and walked over, standing between my knees. Her fingers found the back of my neck, gently rubbing the tension there. "It's only a few days."

"Yeah," I muttered, looking up at her. "But it's a few days without you."

She smiled, soft and understanding, like she knew how much I didn't want her to go but was proud of me for not making it harder than it already was.

"It's for Blue. You know that."

"I know," I said, nodding. "And I'm glad she gets this time. I just..."

Her fingers slid up to cup my jaw. "What?"

"I just don't trust him."

Beyoncé kissed me slowly, tender and warm. "You don't have to worry about him. I only want you."

My heart flipped at that. I believed her. I did. But that didn't make it any easier.

"I wish I was going with y'all," I admitted.

"I wish you were too," she said, brushing her thumb over my cheek. "But you'll be here when I get back."

I nodded, holding her waist and pressing my forehead against her chest. I let myself stay like that for a minute, just breathing her in, memorizing the way her arms wrapped around my shoulders.

"Come back to me fast," I murmured.

"I always will."

Her suitcase was zipped, her shoes were by the door, and Blue was downstairs grabbing a snack before they hit the road. But neither of us moved. She was still standing between my legs, her hands resting on my shoulders, my fingers playing lightly with the drawstring on her hoodie like I didn't want to let go. Because I didn't.

"You sure you wanna do this?" I asked her quietly, looking up into her eyes.

Her brows pulled together just a little. "Do what?"

"Go on this trip. With him."

She let out a soft sigh, but it wasn't frustrated. It was like she was trying to find the right words without hurting me. "I don't want to go because of him. You know that. I want to go for Blue. She needs this."

"I know," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "It just... it messes with my head, that's all."

Beyoncé slid her hand up to the back of my neck again, her touch warm, grounding. "Do you think I don't feel it too?"

"You do?"

"Of course I do," she said, eyes never leaving mine. "This whole thing — us — it's not casual for me. You think I wanna spend the next few days smiling across the dinner table from someone I don't even see that way anymore when I could be here with you?"