-Author's POV-

She had one more day to take in her peaceful moments, one day before the chaos of live shows invaded her, and one last day before her personal life became public. She never did tell the producers any personal information about her, or her family. Madison was very private when it came to her life, in a way, she was embarrassed and ashamed of being adopted.

The teen was envious of the other contestants; they all seemed to have a beautiful relationship with their biological parents. Whereas Madison was adopted, and even her adoptive parents weren't too interested in this whirlwind she'd gotten herself into.

They sit at the breakfast table in silence, the odd chatter sounded. She hated the silence, she loved to talk, and it sometimes got too much for Clara and Connor.

"So what are we going to do today? Can we go out somewhere.. You know before I leave for the competition?" She asks, breaking the peaceful silence. Connor sets down his newspaper, as does Clara. For the first time, the parents meet the pleading green orbs.

"We have a meeting-"

"You had one yesterday, I mean, how many meetings do you need to go to?" She huffs and smacks the cutlery into her bowl.

"Don't be in a mood-" She cuts her Mum off.

"It's hard not to, I only saw yous for like ten minutes yesterday-"

"You fell asleep on us champ-"

"But Daddy I was tired" She whines and sulks back in her seat.

"Hows about you come with us to work?-"

"Its dead boring-"

"Let me finish," Clara laughs at her daughter's impatience "We only have a few meetings, once we're finished we'll do what you like. How does that sound?" This gets Madison to smile again.

"Wait," The teen raises her eyebrow "How long will these meetings last?" She questions, not wanting a repeat of the last time she'd gone with her parents to the office.

"Just an hour or two-"

"An hour or six more like!" She breathes; already knowing her parents meetings took longer than necessary.

"I Promise it'll only be an hour or two. We'll have a nice walk around London.. Go out for some lunch? How does that sound to you? It'll be a little celebratory afternoon." Connor speaks with enthusiasm, hoping he'd get his teenage daughter to cave.

"Fine," She pretends to still be in a mood. "Can we go to that nice restaurant in Soho?" Madison asks, her smile beams widely, both deep dimples showing off.

"That place is vile" Clara pretends to gag.

"But it's my favourite" Madison pouts.

"We're going to have to find you a new favourite," Clara giggles at her daughters' expression. "Don't go pulling that face, you know it doesn't work with me-"

"Daddy" Madison pouts further, Connor chuckles and shakes his head.

"Your mother's spoken Champ, don't get me into it" He raises his newspaper; he's said his part this morning and she's sure that's all she'll be getting.

"We can go to your other favourite place, what's it called?" Clara tries to get the teens mood back up.

"What's it called?" Madison challenges her uninterested Mum. She knew Clara never did pay attention to what the teen liked and disliked.

"You know, that place.." The mother trails off, hoping her daughter would finish the hanging sentence.

"No not really, what place are you talking about?" Madison raises her eyebrow and reclines back into the cushioned seat.

"Can't remember the name now, it's your favourite.."

"Not sure if I catch your drift Mum, what do they sell?" The teen urges herself not to smile, because she really did want to know if Clara knew what the f!ck she was talking about.

"You know, they sell.. Stuff.."

"Right, I love that place." Madison rolls her eyes and stands up "I'm going to go and get dressed now" She begins to walkaway.

"And by the way," She stops by the dinning room doors, "It's Alfies Antique Market-"

"That's a furniture shop" Clara smirks. She's taking the piss. The mother mentally rolls her eyes.

"So! I like to look at furniture-"

"Are you taking the piss right now?" Madison gasps, she's hurt, but she masks it with her cheekiness.

"Am not! I'll just have to buy a sofa to prove my point wont I?"

"You do that" Clara continues her laughing, only setting Madison off.

"It's not funny!" She huffs and storms out of the room. Although, she couldn't help but enjoy the laughter her Mum was sounding, it was ever so rarely did she get Clara to laugh so expressively.

'Gotta go to stupid work with them now' She mentally groans and picks out an outfit.

---

Kimberley kisses Cheryl deeply, and with a quick action, she pulls out the rubber shaft from her wife's wet cunt. Cheryl shudders at the loss of contact, groaning into Kimberley mouth.

"Mmm" The blonde tosses the toy to the side and lies atop of the hungry Geordie. They kiss passionately for quite sometime, getting lost in each other's taste.

"Good morning to you too" Cheryl grins, her eyes still in a sex daze.

"I like waking you up and hearing you scream my name." Kimberley purrs, peppering kisses to Cheryl's neck. Lingering her lips to the love bites she'd left behind.

"I know you do," Cheryl giggles, biting her lower lip as Kimberley trails her lips further down. The blonde kisses the valley of the Geordies breasts; she couldn't seem to get enough.

"Mmm baby, come kiss us" Cheryl smiles, enjoying the pecks being placed against her heaving skin.

Kimberley does as she's told, trailing her lips back up to Cheryl's.

"Is that a new one?" Cheryl speaks between kisses, questioning the previous sex toy that was inside of her minutes ago.

"Mhm" Kimberley nods, her lips still attached to the brunettes.

"Got a bigger one this time," Cheryl laughs and wraps her arms around the blonde's neck, pulling her in closer.

"You hungry love?" They lie wrapped up in each other, their arms locked firmly. They create a tranquil world, getting lost in time, their eyes smiling broadly.

"You worked me up an appetite, what you gonna make us?" Cheryl pouts; Kimberley obliges the silent request and kisses the lips she'd forever melt to.

"Mmm what you in the mood for? Do you fancy some eggs?" She kisses her again

"With toast?" Another kiss.

"And some fruits" She continues kissing her giggling wife.

"And maybe thommm juthhh?" She lisps her words, sending Cheryl into hysterics.

"Kimba!" Cheryl's eyes water with laughter.

"What? You no love juth?" They laugh. Their lips find each other, exchanging beautiful laughter into the sweet kiss.

"Mmm you're too adorable for your own good," Kimberley murmurs against the smiling Geordie. "Come on, up you get.. Let's go have that breakfast."

"Let us just get dressed-"

"Uh-ah Mrs.! No clothes rule, I want to stare at my masterpiece of a wife-"

"What are you after?" Cheryl raises her eyebrow in humor.

"What am I after?" Kimberley gasps and climbs off the bed. "How very dare you Mrs. Tweedy-Walsh! I'll have you know I'm after nothing," She smirks. "Well, I am actually after something" They giggle; the older woman helps her wife off the bed.

"Go on, let's hear it." They can't keep their hands off each other, giggling and sharing kisses all the way down to the kitchen.

"Would you want to come to work with me?" Kimberley pouts, hoping her wife would give in.

"What am I going to do? Sit around and watch you frost cupcakes?" Cheryl tuts and sits on the kitchen stool, screeching out once her bare bum comes into contact with the cold seat.

"Fcuking hell!"

"That's what you get for making fun!" The blonde sticks her tongue out and saunters her hips over to the fridge, pulling out their breakfast essentials.

"I quite like watching you make us breakfast.. Naked" Cheryl flirts, she slides off the stool and stands behind her wife with both arms wrapped tightly around her waist. Their naked bodies sealed together.

"Do you? Is this you seducing me just to get out of today?" The blonde cranes her head back to get a better look at the smirking Geordie.

"No baby," Cheryl giggles. "Fine, I'll come along, but it's only going to result to your awkward workers to arse lick us-"

"Nobody is licking your arse.. Well, nobody but me that is" They laugh.

"You're always so bloody horny" Cheryl pokes the blonde, earning a squeal in return.

"Am not" They sigh. Cheryl leans the side of her head against the bare back, allowing Kimberley to cook the breakfast they'd be eating.

"I love you" Cheryl whispers, placing a kiss and returning her head back.

"I love you" Comes the reply.

---

Three hours.

Madison huffs and puffs, she lies further back into the sofa available in the large corridors.

"One, to two hours." The teen mimics her Mum. "One, to two hours my fcuking ass!"

She stands up with a huff. She's been huffing and puffing with she took the first step into the large building.

"Hey Tracey?" Madison speaks to her mother and father's assistant.

"What's up kid?" The teen mentally rolls her eyes. I'm not a fcuking kid.

"Do you know how long-"

"Two hours Madison, I've just answered your question-"

"Yeah but.. That was like two hours ago! They're taking their bloody time" The teen huffs and slouches against the desk.

"They have consecutive meetings right after each other-"

"Mum said-"

"Kid, please-"

"Call me kid one more time and I swear to god I'll slice your throat with my pinky nail!" Madison growls, the older woman is taken back by the teen's aggressive words.

"How about you go for a nice walk? Gives you some fresh air-" Madison walks away, not bothering to listen to the rest of the workers words. She takes the elevator down to the first floor, counting from the 70th floor to the first, her patience being lost with each floor.

"Why in the fcuk would someone need a fcuking 70 story building?!" She hisses to herself. Her parents always wanted the best, and it seemed the largest building in all of London was the best thing money could buy.

She strolls through the busy streets, in search of that bakery. She'd been craving the red velvet cupcake since early that morning.

Giving up on hope when not finding it, she walks into another local bakery. She sighs with relief when she walks through the doors to complete emptiness. Not a customer in sight.

"Welcome to Janine's Bakery, what can I get for you?" The kind woman asks the aggravated teen.

"Where's Sweet Love's Bakery?" She asks straightaway.

The woman smiles at the flustered teen.

"Just a fifteen minute walk from here-"

"Fcuk out," She breathes silently "Do you have red velvet cupcakes?"

"We sure do, how many would you like?"

---

Cheryl rolls her eyes once more, she hated when everyone swarmed her. Kimberley is oblivious to the hovering over her wife; she's far too busy frosting those cakes Cheryl had teased her about early that morning.

"Baby?" Cheryl places her hand to the blondes lower back, getting her attention for the first time since Kimberley had gone into work mode.

"Hmm what's up?" The blonde turns around with a smile. Cheryl couldn't help but smile and give her a kiss.

"Could you maybe give us something to do like? I'm getting quite bored just eating the sweets-"

"Are you eating the cakes on display? Cheryl!" The Geordie giggles loudly, unable to take her wife seriously.

"Better be paying for those cakes cheeky!" Kimberley jabs her and pulls the brunette into her arms.

"Are you really bored?" She asks, getting a nod in response.

"Come frost some cakes with me?" Kimberley asks; she's desperate to keep her wife around. She knew once the hectic schedule started she'd be seeing less and less of the Geordie.

"Aye okay fine" Cheryl huffs and stands in front of her wife, allowing Kimberley to teach her how to properly frost the cakes.

"Give me your hand then" The blonde guides her wife's hands with the straight edge spatula, all whilst placing sweet kisses to her neck. She wanted these moments to last forever; the jealousy in her of sharing Cheryl was always intact and growing daily. She was jealousy of all the attention she'd get from gawking men and women; she wanted her all to herself. Kimberley was selfish when it came to the beautiful brunette currently in her arms.

"Am I doing it right?" Cheryl brings Kimberley out of her thoughts, giggling away with happiness.

"Mhm" The blonde hums, still placing kisses to Cheryl's pulsing neck. She inhales deeply, taking in her intoxicatingly honeyed scent.

"Kimba!" Cheryl whines

"What?" She replies, still kissing away.

"You're meant to be teaching us," Cheryl giggles and squeals. Kimberley's torturing her weak spot.

"I am," The blonde reluctantly pulls away and unwraps her arms from around the smiling brunette.

"Let's make these cakes and have a nice cuppa with them? What do you say?" Cheryl smiles and nods her head; she shyly bites her lower lip and averts her eyes back to the double chocolate cake placed on the table.

"Give me a kiss before we get started" Kimberley pouts; it was the way the older woman loved her. Something Cheryl could never get her mind to process; it was a euphoric type of love.

---

Madison laughs to herself. Of course they're still in the meeting.

She shoves her phone into the back of her pocket and strolls through the streets with a cupcake in hand. She'd hoped today would have been filled of bonding moments with her parents, but here she was, alone once again.

She shrugs it off. They're busy it's fine. She's repeated this sentence countless amount of times. It would help the thoughts of insecurities tame down.

"Welcome to Alfie's Antique Market" The man greets her; she mumbles a thank you with a mouthful of cake stuffed in her mouth. The workers exchange odd looks and busy themselves, but always keeping an eye on the teenager as she strolls around the shop.

She sighs and takes a seat on the armchair. Her smile slowly repapers as she finishes the last of her sweets.

"Excuse me Miss," The worker approaches her. She raises her eyebrow in answer.

"Are your parents with you?-"

"My parents?" She asks, confused with his tactic.

"Yes, we can't have minors or homeless-"

"Homeless?! I'm not homeless!" Madison stands to her feet, her scowl deep and expressing with anger.

"Well, if you're just going to lounge on our furniture than I suggest you leave-"

"I'll have you know I was planning on buying that fcuking chair!" She's livid. How dare he?

He scuffs "That chair is worth more than you'll ever be able to pay Miss-"

"You don't know what kind of money I have, what makes you think I can't afford it?!" She grits, her pearly white teeth are clenching tightly together.

"£25,000 isn't spare change for a teenager-"

"I'm buying it." Madison cuts him off, the man laughs and shakes his head.

"What are you laughing at!? Where's your manager?" She demands.

"I am the manager-"

"Okay, well I want to purchase this item." He shakes his head once again.

"I'm going to have to ask you to leave as you're causing a scene."

"I said I want to buy it-"

"Ma'am please." Nobody ever took her seriously, with her head hung; she walks out of the shop close to tears. She blames her mother and father in this moment; she blames them for not giving her a time of their day.

---

Two different worlds collide with no intention. Madison's world is slowly unraveling, she's breaking, but she keeps her cool. The happiness she beamed through her sad smile fooled many, but it soon will be unmasked, as two women save her world.

Kimberley and Cheryl cuddle in the large luxurious bed, their lips always fussing and lingering together. It's dark, the moonlight beams perfectly into the bedroom, just to Kimberley's liking, whereas Cheryl isn't too happy with the light.

"Close the curtains babyyyy" Cheryl whines, but never parts their lips. She was addicted, as was Kimberley.

"Nooo," Kimberley whines in the same tone. "I quite like seeing you in the darkness" The blonde pulls her closer into the arms of love.

"Well, we're not really in darkness when the bloody moon is blinding us."

"You're not half dramatic," Kimberley giggles and kisses her once more. They sigh simultaneously as they get comfortable. Their once heaving bodies have calmed down; the after sex high has diminished and settled them with pure bliss.

"I like holding you like this-"

"What? All naked." Cheryl giggles. It was an innocent sound, and Kimberley couldn't help but join in with the beautiful melody she'd always melt to.

"Reckon we have too much sex," Kimberley points out. "I mean, nobody has sex three times a day-"

"Not me fault-"

"Not your fault?" Kimberley gasps dramatically "It's all your fault, all of it is your fault" She speaks in a cooing like tone, pulling her wife in further.

"Stop fidgeting will ya?" The blonde tuts "Be little spoon-"

"I like being your little spoon, makes us feel all nice and protected" They smile. Their bodies connect like two missing puzzle pieces.

"But you know what would make us love you more?" Kimberley chuckles, already knowing what Cheryl was going to say.

"What's that?" She asks; placing a kiss the Geordies bare shoulder.

"It's something that will make us love you soooo much" Cheryl bites her lower lip, holding in her giggle.

"Go on-"

"Please baby close the curtains because I love you so much and you love us so much and I know you'll do it because you never say no to us" She rambles quickly, getting Kimberley to laugh at her adorable wife.

"Too cute for your own good," She squeezes her playfully and unwraps her arms. She groans while climbing off the bed, sending Cheryl into a fit of giggles.

"Always making me do stuff for you" She continues her playfulness, and climbs back into bed once the curtains were closed to Cheryl's liking. Darkness shadows every corner in their large bedroom.

"Where are you?" Kimberley shuffles around, until she finds the naked glory that was Cheryl. "Mmm there you are.. These are nice" She sqeeuzes her wife's breasts, getting girly giggles as a reward.

"Are you cuddling us or feeling us up right now?"

"Both." They laugh. Cheryl turns around in the blondes' arms and kisses her.

"Thought you wanted to be little spoon?" Kimberley asks, placing another kiss. The feel of Cheryl's hot breath bouncing against her face sends chills down her spine.

"I do," Cheryl replies and kisses her. "But, I like kissing you more."

"Is that so Mrs.?"

"Mhmm" She nods into yet another kiss. The exotic lips Kimberley wore were addicting and mouthwatering.

"Are you excited for tomorrow?" Kimberley asks after their lips parted. Her hands stroke Cheryl's back, nails slowly scraping against her skin with affection.

"Yeah, but I'm a little nervous" The Geordie admits.

"Why's that?" Kimberley pouts, although Cheryl couldn't see her, she knew her wife was pouting. She kisses the pout and replies in a whisper.

"I don't want to disappoint anyone.."

"Why are you whispering?" The blonde speaks in the same hushed tone.

"I don't know" She whispers back. They both laugh at their sudden silliness.

"Why do you feel like you'll disappoint someone?" Cheryl shrugs in response.

"What are you shrugging for?"

"I don't know.. I feel like I've got all these girls dreams in me hand.. It's like I have to help them reach their happiness in a way." She sighs sadly.

"What else?" Cheryl smiles, her wife knew her too well.

"I'm also afraid Madison wont be able to handle this competition. She's the youngest out of everyone.. She's practically still a baby you know." She shrugs once she's said her part.

"Then I guess you'll have to be there for her." They smile in the darkness; lips find each other once more.

"Don't be hard on her," Kimberley begins. "I can tell she's holding a lot in-"

"What do you mean?"

"It's like when I first met you.. She's just like you in a way. Reminds me a lot of you actually" Cheryl frowns.

"How so?"

"Remember when we first met?" Cheryl nods, then realizes Kimberley can't see her.

"Yeah?"

"You were an asshole, a shelled up asshole-"

"Kimba!" Cheryl gasps and swats her wifes forearm "Don't be mean to us" She pouts.

"Stop pouting and listen" Kimberley laughs, "She's got the same attitude as you. Just pay attention to it next time, that's why you's don't get on that well. I get on with her.. Well, because she's just like you." Cheryl smiles and buries her face into the crook of Kimberley's neck.

"I'll try to have some patience with that brat-"

"Oi! Don't be mean, I love sweet Chezza more-"

"You love sweet Chezza outside the bedroom." They giggle.

"I love all of Chezza in the bedroom" Kimberley flirts, she grasps Cheryl's backside and pulls her in closer.

"God I love you" Cheryl sighs, placing a kiss to the bare mounds; she trails her lips up to the blondes. Kissing her into a blissful sleep.

"I love you my angel"

A/N: Thank you to everyone with a soul who voted and commented. I love reading what you're feeling along with the story!

Love Always,

ArtistWriter xx