Hi! I was wondering if you could write about Billy dunne, there isn't a lot about him. Him and the reader have known each other since they were kids but dont really interact much and Billy is so crazy about her but the reader hasn't ever considered romantic feelings for Billy. He wants to impress her and win her over bad. Basically follows what happens in canon except there is no cheating drama, its just drama between Billy and reader. I don't know how clear this is but thanks i appreciate it!
what's with my djats stories being so long?
sorry this took so long to get out, i started to lose motivation for it after i realized the idea in my head would make this WAY longer than it needed to be. sorry if the end is a little rushed đ
female reader x billy dunne
pittsburgh didnât have much to offer anyone looking to explore the music scene. there were no big opportunities, and limited ways to get noticed. the six, formerly known as the dunne brothers, needed to move out of pittsburgh to somewhere they could make it. somewhere like california.
and you were the reason they got there.
you lived in the same neighborhood as billy and graham and went to school together, and you were the same age as graham. you and graham were friends, not great ones, but friends nonetheless. despite you being a friend of his brother, billy couldnât help but keep a watchful eye over you.
even since you were in middle school, billy had some kind of adoration and fascination with you, and you barely knew of his existence. if you were taking a walk through the neighborhood, billy was at his window watching. you always knew it wasnât in a creepy way, it felt different than that. you couldnât tell what it was that made him watch you, but you felt flattered more than anything.
when you caught word of graham wanting to start a band with eddie, warren, chuck, and billy, you knew you wanted in. even though music was not your specialty, you could do other things.
during one of the bandâs first rehearsals in billy and grahamâs garage, you walked over to scope out the band. billy noticed you first, and his eyes widened a bit. graham noticed you shortly after.
âoh, hey Y/N.â graham started.
you smiled and waved. âhey graham,â you said, looking around at the rest of the boys. âand warren, eddie, chuck, andâŠâ you said while giggling, trailing off when you got to billy. he looked at you like he was waiting for something important. âbilly, right?â
you thought you saw him sigh of relief, but he covered it well. he smiled at you and reached out his hand. you took it, and noticed he held on for a few extra moments. âyeah, iâm billy dunne, grahamâs brother. itâs good to meet you, Y/N.â after he released your hand, you noticed he never broke eye contact.
âwhat brings you here?â warren asked, taking a sip from his water.
âi actually had a question for you guys,â you said, suddenly getting nervous.
âletâs hear it,â billy told you.
you took a small breath. âi was, uh-i was wondering if you would consider letting me be apart of the band. iâm not musical in any way, so i donât expect to be in the band, but iâd love to be apart of it some other way.â
the band stared at you, not in a threatening way, but like they were considering it. they couldnât decide what to make of you.
âwhat, you want to be our groupie or roadie or somethinâ?â eddie asked.
âactually, i was thinking manager.â
the group made surprised expressions. billy stepped forward to you. âwhy should we let you be our manager?â
âwell, for one, iâm very organized. i can keep everything on track and on schedule with the band. iâm also very persuasive, and i could get you guys a lot of gigs for good money. and although i canât play music, i know a lot about it. iâm also good at photography, and can get some good shots of you guys.â
the band once again considered you. you felt small under their glares, but the harshness was broken by billyâs smile. âyou got the time for us?â
you smirked. âalways.â
billy bit his lip. âwelcome aboard.â
you smiled wide. you couldnât believe they actually took a blind chance on you. you half expected them to turn you down.
âwait, arenât we going to talk about this?â eddie asked.
billy annoyedly turned to eddie. âyou guys put me in charge, so i call the shots, and i say sheâs in." he paused, turning to warren. "warren, count us in,â billy said as warren began counting. billy sent you a wink as they played, and you noticed eddie rolling his eyes.
you grew closer with everyone in the band. graham quickly became your go to guy, and you became best friends. warren was like your annoying brother that you constantly got fed up with but loved regardless. eddie acted like he didnât like you as the bandâs manager, but you were always the first one to call if he needed help with anything. you never really grew close with chuck, but you tolerated him and he tolerated you. your relationship with chuck didnât matter much, since he left the band early.
billy, however, felt different. you could tell something was off about him. you rarely talked, but it always seemed like billy had something to say to you that he never let out. it always felt like he was hesitating around you, and he wanted to make sure you were watching him during your performances. it was clear to everyone in the band that you had some sort of hold on him.
over the next few years in pittsburgh, you lined up gigs at proms, weddings, and graduation parties for the band. you adored what you did. you got the thrill of watching your friends perform and the crowd cheering without the stress of playing. also, you felt like you were good at what you did. you always knew how to be timely, organized, and respectful, all qualities which made you fit to be their manager. you also used your photography skills to take up close photos and videos of the band performing and practicing, which you would later use to advertise for the band.
after chuck broke the news to the band that he would be leaving, he went back into his house, leaving your disheveled band down a member.
you could tell billy was thinking hard. with his brown furrowed, eyes pointed to the ground, the rest of the band waited for his direction. then, out of nowhere, he grabbed your wrist and took you out of earshot from the boys.
âbilly, whatâs this about?â you said, keeping your voice low. you knew there was a reason billy pulled you and no one else aside.
âi need your help. i donât know what to do,â he said, avoiding eye contact.
âwhyâd you need my help? i mean, you have graham, you own brother. iâm sure heâd know-â
billy looked up into your eyes sharply, and you immediately stopped talking. âi trust your opinion more than anyone elseâs, Y/N.â
you nodded. you glanced at the band, who was clearly trying not to watch the sight unfolding in front of them. when you looked at them, they turned away quickly.
âeddieâs gonna hate us, but i think he should switch to bass,â you suggested.
billy slightly smiled. âyou think?â
you nodded. âyeah, you just need to stay focused on being a great leader for this band. i wouldnât want you straining trying to figure out bass while also trying to be a kick ass front man.â
billy blushed and bit his lip to suppress a smile, then patted your shoulder. âyouâre too nice to me.â
you both walked back to the band, who was anxiously awaiting the solution to their problem. when billy broke the news, eddie scoffed, bluntly saying, âno, absolutely not."
âwhich one of you came up with that idea?â eddie continued. it seemed like one wrong move could completely set him off.
billy stepped up. âit was me. i-â
the band was only beginning. you couldnât let their relationships already fall apart before the band even gets big. you knew billy was trying to take the blame for you, but it wasnât necessary.
his eyes softened at you. he seemed almost offended that you gave up his role as rhythm guitarist, but since it was you, he knew he couldnât blow up at you. you were too beloved by the band.
eddie rolled his eyes. âfor how long?â
you and billy looked at each other smiling. âwe owe you one, eddie.â
not long after eddie switched to bass, you were opening for the winters. as you watched the winters perform on stage, you noticed graham eyeing the blonde keyboardist singing harmonies.
you nudged his side. âmake a move.â
graham looked down at you before looking back at her. âi-what do i say?â
you shrugged. âi donât know, compliment her music or something,â you paused. âmake small talk. sheâs cute, graham, you can do this.â
you smiled at him before walking away to talk to eddie. however, you felt a pair of eyes burning into your side, and without looking, you could tell billy was the culprit.
after the wintersâ set, you caught the keyboardist shortly after she got off stage. you introduced yourself as the manager of the dunne brothers.
karen smiled at you, introducing herself before walking away. before she could, you decided to help graham out a bit.
âgraham dunne, the guitarist of our band, really liked your sound.â
she turned around to look at you. âyeah, weâre good at what we do.â
you amusedly grinned. âhe didnât just like the bandâs sound, he liked yours. you should go talk to him,â you said before winking and walking away.
not long later, as you were helping the band set up, graham came up behind you. âY/N, we talked.â
you looked over your shoulder and saw him grinning from ear to ear. you couldnât help but laugh to yourself, and you turned around. âearlier, i may have⊠told karen that you liked what she did on stage. i donât want to take all the credit for your interaction with her, but,â you said, pausing slightly. âi definitely contributed.â
grahamâs jaw fell slightly, and he began laughing. before you knew it, he picked you up in his arms and gave you a big hug. you giggled and wrapped your arms around his neck as graham thanked you, and your eyes drifted outwards where you saw billyâs eyes staying locked on your hug with his brother.
after their set, you billy caught up to you backstage. âhey, Y/N,â he started. you could tell he sounded a bit nervous.
you turned around to meet him. âbilly, whatâs up?â
he looked around to make sure the rest of the band wasnât near. âso, you and graham?â billy asked. he sounded apprehensive, and almost stern. he looked everywhere but at you.
you squinted. âwhat do you mean?â
billy shook his head. âi saw that hug earlier. and not just that, y-youâve been with him a lot. which, i donât really mind, i just want to know. i donât want the band to be ruined by this.â
you stared back at him, and all you could do was start laughing. he looked at you, a bit dumbfounded. âwhatâs so funny?â
âyou, billy. youâre funny,â you said, walking closer to him. you watched as his cheeks grew red. âthereâs nothing going on between graham and i, seriously. heâs like a brother to me, i wouldnât dream of looking at him romantically. besides, he has another lady in mind.â
billy looked down at you, wanting to believe you. âokay, i get it,â he said with a slight smile.
you lightly placed a hand on his chest. âi wouldnât dream of ruining this band,â you said before walking away. you couldnât see the giddy smile creep onto billyâs face.
from that point on, billyâs mood around you seemed to lighten. he always had a way of making you notice him. you began to get the vibe that this was all on purpose, that he wanted you to compliment him or give him attention. you wondered if he ever looked at you romantically. sometimes, billyâs odd behavior around you could only be excused if he was interested in you. you couldnât decide if you were interested in him, but you didnât want to be involved with a member of the band. things could get too messy.
after meeting rod after the night opening for the winters, the band made the decision to move out to california.
you loved the band, and would do anything for them. but, moving out to los angeles on a whim was risky. you knew they could go the distance, but you were being expected to leave your entire life behind to start a new one. besides, with the new move, they needed you to be an even more present manager than you already were. sure, you could handle managing an up and coming band from pittsburgh. but you felt less than qualified for the job of a big time manager of a growing rock and roll band on the infamous los angeles music scene. someone else could do better and take them farther, and they deserved it.
one day, shortly before they left, you expressed your thoughts to the band. you sat on the floor in billy and grahamâs garage as the band stood by their instruments.
âguys, i donât know if iâm coming with you to california just yet,â you said quietly, looking down at your hands. you could feel the glares of the boys burning into your body.
âwhat?â graham asked.
you stayed quiet, and heard shuffling footsteps come closer to you. a tear fell from your eye, and you tried your best to hide it. âi-i have to leave my life, my family. which, i can do it, but whatâs the point?â you looked up to find the band hovering over you, concerned. âi donât know the ins and outs of music there like i do here. iâm afraid i wonât be able to take you guys all the way.â
billy stepped closed, and bent down to meet you gaze. you noticed that he still seemed to tower over you, despite him meeting you on the ground.
âY/N, donât think for one second that we donât need you,â billy said. âyouâre the only one we can see doing this for us.â
graham bent down next to billy. âyouâre like our sister, and youâve done so much to help us grow. you can keep doing this. we all know you can.â
staying standing, warren nodded at you. âwe canât do this without you. donât quit on us now.â
even eddie agreed. âyou make us better, Y/N.â
billy took your hand in his as another tear escaped your eye. âwhat do you say?â
you couldnât leave these guys. even if you were the reason they failed in the future, at least you failed with them. they were your family.
you smiled to yourself. âokay, youâve convinced me.â
billy smiled, and with the hand that still held onto your fingers, he pulled you into his arms, wrapping you in a hug. you were taken aback by this change of character, as he very rarely showed affection like this to anyone. you hugged back, leaning your head on his shoulder.
before you knew it, warren wrapped his arms around the side of you, then graham joined the party. finally, eddie did too. for a few moments, you all stayed in that position, with you in the middle of the group hug. that was when you knew this was where you were meant to be.
a few days later, your belongings were packed and loaded as you climbed into the back of the warm, cozy van while the rain poured outside.
âlook who it is!â warren exclaimed as you sat down. eddie stood outside packing the luggage onto the top of the van.
billy smiled widely at you. âiâm glad youâre coming.â
you blushed at his sincerity against your will. âme too.â
the road to california was long, but the building excitement in that van was infectious. everyone knew something big was coming.
upon arriving in los angeles, the band contacted rod reyes and built their first connection in the music world. with rodâs help, he gave you the number to contact filthy mcnastyâs on the strip and gave you another piece of information; karenâs phone number.
âgraham, i have a surprise for you,â you said excitedly, dragging out the âyouâ.
âwhat?â he asked, confused.
you smiled. âi got karenâs number.â
not long later, you moved into a shabby house with the band in laurel canyon, and recruited karen sirko to be the new keyboardist for the dunne brothers. along with the new edition came a new venue to play in on the strip.
there, you saw billy really begin to fall in love with his music and performing. the way he interacted with the audience, and with you, was electrifying. you found yourself getting flustered if he sang to you while onstage, and you questioned why you felt so strongly. you didnât have feelings for him, at least you thought. the butterflies in your stomach as he looked at you while singing on stage were trying to tell you something different.
one day, after billy came home with the legendary teddy priceâs business card, you had sealed a deal to play for him, and the energy was beyond exciting. they played for him as you watched, and you kept getting those butterflies in your stomach as billy performed. they were getting harder and harder to ignore.
after teddy named the audition a success, the pure joy in the van afterwards was infectious. as the band drove away, you and the band were giddily laughing and hugging like children. billy was the first one you hugged.
you wrapped your arms around his neck first, and you could feel him get caught off guard for a moment, but he soon reciprocated. your heart felt like it was going to pop out of your chest.
âiâm so proud of you!â you said to billy as he squeezed you tighter. you pulled away from each other, faces red and smiling. your arms lingered on each other, not fully pulling away.
âwe couldnât have done it without you, Y/N,â billy said over the commotion.
one night, after a gig at filthyâs months later, the band finished playing and walked out onto the strip. you saw billy and teddy talking, and when you walked over to them, you heard the words youâve been waiting to hear forever.
âif the label agrees, weâll get you in the recording studio.â
billy stepped back, shocked. he looked at you, then back at teddy. âshut up.â
teddy shrugged. âit wasnât all me. Y/N has been on my case about this deal for a while now. if it werenât for her, this might not be happening.â that was true, the past few months was a pain trying to get teddy to budge on a deal.
billy looked at you. he had the widest smile you had ever seen, and in that moment, you thought youâd never seen anyone more handsome. he wrapped you in a hug, picking you up from the ground and spinning you as you giggled. you didnât even care that he was drenched in sweat.
he put you down and tried to go hug teddy. he turned to the band, who was confused at the commotion. âguys, weâve got an album!â
the boys jumped up, running to you and teddy, enveloping you both in a sea of hugs. teddy wasnât as fond of hugs as you were, but you welcomed them sweat and all with open arms.
billy had always considered you vital in the band, but during the first album sessions, you were involved more than ever before in creative decisions. billy was running the show, but he trusted your opinion just as much, if not more, than teddyâs. given that billy wanted you involved in the music just as anyone else, it made your interactions much more intimate. you found yourself spending a lot of alone time with billy.
one night at the house after a long day in the studio, you and billy sat outside and drank some beers. your chairs were facing in, and it took some effort to not longingly stare at him.
âhow do you like it so far? i mean, the album?â billy asked you nervously, looking down.
you smiled to yourself and bit your lip. âyouâve been wanting my approval more and more recently. whatâs that about?â you asked, leaning back in your chair. âyouâve always been looking for my validation, but i never thought much about it until now.â
billy took a deep breath in. he looked like he was contemplating something, and he took a sip of his beer before looking at you again. âdo i really have to say it?â
you furrowed your eyebrows slightly. prompting billy to start, he closed his eyes before talking again. âY/N, i think i may be in love with you.â
your heart seemed to fall into your chest. youâve had suspicions for a long time now, but you had always assumed you were looking too far into it. you thought that was just his personality. until recently, you had never even considered him romantically. it wasnât until he really starting honing in on his craft that you saw a side of him that you could potentially like.
âbilly dunne in love with me?â you asked playfully. you couldnât believe it.
âi know you donât feel the same, and iâve accepted that. maybe itâs the alcohol talking, but iâve been pining over you for as long as i can remember. i value your opinion because your ideas and thoughts are the only ones that truly matter to me.â
the heart beat in your chest sped up. you felt your face grow red and you hoped billy couldnât see how absolutely flustered you were. you took a sip of your beer.
billy then waved his hand like he was brushing his thoughts away. âforget it, this was all stupid. i shouldnât have said that, iâm sorry.â
your eyes softened as billy looked away, embarrassed. you scooted forward, gently placing a hand on his knee. âbilly,â you started. he reluctantly turned to face you. âi want to explore where this could go.â
he smiled at you, a wide and endearing smile that made you immediately grin back. âiâve waited a long time to hear that.â
after that night, it didnât take long for you and billy to become inseparable. the band eventually caught on to what was going on, no one had to explain your feelings to anyone; everyone seemed to know. the often caught you making out in secret in random places in the studio.
after recording the album, it was time to go on tour. you and billy started dating after the first show on tour, and you were truly happy for the time being.
however, a lot of that initial glee faded as the tour continued, as the band was heavily using drugs and alcohol to escape the pressures of the tour. billy seemed to take it especially hard. most nights, he would do a line of coke right on stage and finish the show by washing everything down with alcohol.
âbilly, donât you think you should⊠slow down a little?â you asked gently once you were back in your hotel room. billy was opening another bag of coke.
he looked at you. âthis is rock and roll, Y/N.â
you sighed. you were worried for him, everyone was. âyouâre not yourself, billy. this isnât the billy that i know,â you said, your tone getting harsher. when he looked away back to his bag of coke, you walked over to him.
âlook at me,â you said, standing in front of him between him and the coke. he obliged, and blankly stared back at you.
it hurt you to see him like this. he was falling apart at the seams. âdonât fucking blame this on rock and roll. youâre addicted, billy. you have a problem. you better clean up your goddamn act soon or i-â you stopped, your voice cracking. tears were forming in your eyes. âor i canât be with you any longer.â
billy blinked, almost unfazed. after a few moments, he nodded.
you looked up at him and shook your head. âclean yourself up.â
after that night, billy tried to cut back, but he always found his way back to the drugs and the alcohol. for a while, it was okay. he only did a line before a show and kept his alcohol for after the show. you still didnât like his heavy consumption, but at least he was making an effort for you and your relationship.
then, just as it was getting better, it got worse again. he was fully addicted now, and was stumbling all over the stage. he couldnât hold notes in the songs, and the band looked between themselves, confused.
âY/N, what are we going to do with him? karen asked after a show, leaning into your ear as you watched billy open a bottle of vodka. you stared as tears fell down your face.
âthereâs only one thing to do.â
you forced billy into your car, giving the band members hugs before you drove off.
âw-where are we going?â billy asked, dazed.
a tear drop fell on your leg as you drove, and billyâs eyebrows furrowed.
âyou know where,â you whispered.
âi know you are," you replied numbly.
you heard billy sniffle, like he was also crying. you couldnât bring yourself to look at him. âi canât live without you. youâre all i ever wanted, and now iâve thrown it all away.â
you bit your lip as you suppressed your tears. âi know.â
you pulled up to the rehabilitation center, and got out of the car with billy. you stood in front of him, close to him. he looked down at you with melancholy, and you looked up at him.
âtake care of yourself, okay?â
he nodded. âi-iâm sorry, Y/N.â
you nodded as the tears fell harder. you were leaving behind one of the greatest things that has ever happened to you.
you turned away before you could hesitate and headed back to your car as you watched billy enter the front doors of the center. when he was out of sight, you broke down, releasing the sobs that were hiding in your body.
the rest of the tour was cancelled, and back at laurel canyon, the band wasnât sure where their future stood. not having billy around had left a hole in the group, and you fell into a pit of depression not having him around. the band tried their best to cheer you up. whether it be graham offering to play games with you, or warren buying you useless knickknacks, or even just crying on karenâs shoulder, you appreciated their efforts but you couldnât seem to get billy off your mind.
when you got the call two months later that billy was coming home, you felt excited and scared all at the same time. you were looking forward to having him back, you needed him. but confronting everything that had happened seemed too overwhelming.
graham brought him back to the house, and he got out of the car to greet the band. warren showed him his mustache he had been growing, and eddie showed billy his bass he had built. karen squeezed your hand before going up to billy and hugging him.
you stood behind the rest of them, afraid to make an appearance. billy was trying to look for you, and when warren noticed, he stepped away so you were visible to billy.
you could tell billy was feeling the same as you were. you watched as guilt flashed across his face, then nervousness, then eventually, relief.
you stepped forward at the same time, and he wrapped you in an endearing hug. it felt nice to be in his arms again.
âiâm never letting you go again,â billy said into your hair. âiâm staying clean for you.â
you pulled away so you could look at him, your arms still loosely around each other. âyou get one more chance, dunne. one more slip up and whatever this is is over.â
after settling into normalcy again, you felt like you were getting to know billy all over again. you were rediscovering why you began to like him in the first place. you missed him.
not long later, you watched as graham angrily stormed out of the room with billy in it. you frowned and peered into the doorframe, finding billy with his head down.
âwhatâs wrong?â you asked, sitting down next to him. you placed a hand on his thigh, and he stared at it.
âiâm quitting the band, Y/N,â he said quietly.
your jaw fell slightly. âwhat?â
billy scooted away from you. you could tell he was emotional right now, and was pushing you away not because he didnât want you there, but because he didnât know what else to do.
âi love music, but i canât keep doing this. thereâs too much temptation, and i canât go through that again. i canât lose you again.â
you softened. billy was willing to do anything for you, but this was one act of selflessness that you couldnât let him get away with.
âbilly,â you started. âyouâre the strongest person i know. i trust you. iâm not going to let you quit on this band because of me, youâre just getting started. please, at least think about staying. i wonât be able to do this without you.â
he continued looking down. he paused, and you could tell his hard exterior was crumbling around you. âiâll think about it.â
and he did. only a few days later, he came to the band with a new song in a new direction that he was ready to get recorded. it was a beautiful song that he called honeycomb, and when he first played it for you, you had some thoughts.
âitâs good,â you said, nodding your head as you sat down on the couch next to billy.
âbutâŠâ billy asked, sensing your hesitation.
âitâs missing something.â
billy squinted, a devious smirk forming on his face. âlike what exactly?â
âi donât know, it just sounds too⊠hopeful, maybe?â you said.
billy looked at you with genuine confusion. âwhatâs wrong with having hope?â
ânothing, nothing at all, itâs just-â you paused. âno one wants to hear a song about hope. people like to hear things that are messy, and dark, and imperfect.â
billy rolled his eyes and kissed your cheek. âY/N, you know i love your opinions, but i think youâre wrong about that one.â
you giggled. âi can guarantee teddy will tell you the same thing when you get it recorded.â
you smiled. âhell yes it is.â
then you shook on it, and as it was, you ended up being right. in the studio, teddy told billy it was a good song, not a great one, and you and teddy had a new artist come in to sing vocals on the track named daisy jones.
billy was less than welcoming at daisyâs arrival, and they clashed over everything. billy wasnât informed that daisy had changed his lyrics, and he stormed out of the studio, taking you with him by the wrist.
âbilly, what the hell?â you said as you stumbled behind him, finally coming to a stop when you were outside.
âi canât fucking believe this, Y/N, you and teddy are ruining my song by adding daisy. itâs not supposed to be a duet, and itâs suppose to be about hope,â billy said harshly.
âdaisy adds more layers to that song whether you like it or not. she makes it better, and it gives the song a story.â
âno, sheâs not. i wrote a beautiful song, and itâs being taken over.â
billy was frowning, and you stepped forward so you were right under him. at this point, you were frustrated too.
âstop being so fucking stubborn, billy. your ego is getting in the way for the success of this song. weâll record it daisyâs way, and then weâll record it your way, okay? we can decide which one sounds better later.â
billy paused, and looked down at you. you could see his harsh eyes soften a bit, and then he nodded his head.
you never did record it his way.
with look at us now came a rush in popularity and invitations to perform at festivals. at the diamond head festival, you saw for yourself the magic on stage that was billy and daisy together. daisy wasnât a want, she was a need. that is, until billy made a particularly snide remark about daisy to the news following their performance.
âbilly, are you crazy?â you asked when you had a private moment after the interview.
billy seemed confused. âwhat are you talking about?â
âbilly!â you exclaimed. âyou could have been a little nicer to daisy in that interview.â
billy looked at you, shocked. âi was! i couldnât have been nicer! seriously Y/N, whatâs the big-â
âthe big deal is that daisy makes you better. she makes all of you better. you didnât even give her any credit for the song.â
billy stepped closer to you. âit was my song.â
âdaisy wrote the part that everyone remembers.â
billy paused. âshe will ruin us.â
you shrugged. âyouâll never know until you try.â
for a while after that festival, things went back to normal, but you knew your work with daisy wasnât done. you and billy were throwing a house party, and you invited daisy to try and work out the bad blood between the two. getting them to work together was not an easy task, but by the end of the night, they found common ground. it didnât take long for daisy to be formally invited into the band.
you noticed daisy and billy continued to be unwilling to work together, despite all your efforts. finally, teddy sent billy and daisy away to write material together, and the pair didn't come back until the night time.
as the band recorded let me down easy, you could tell something special was building. as billy sang into the microphone, you hoped he would catch your eye so you could give him a proud smile, but his eyes stayed locked on daisy. you didn't think much of it at this point.
billy and daisy found their groove, and the two would walk into the studio after a day of writing laughing and giggling like children. you remembered when billy would do that with you. now, it seemed like a distant memory.
"karen, can i ask you something?" you asked karen once when you were the only two in the lobby of the studio.
"anything," she replied, putting out her cigarette.
"do you think something is off will billy? like, with me?" you asked sheepishly.
karen frowned. "what do you mean?"
you looked down. "he hasn't been the same since daisy has been in the picture. i rarely see him anymore, and when i do, he's not all there," you said. "and i felt so involved in the last album. i was involved in all of billy's decisions, and now it's daisy. should i be worried about..." you trailed off. "you know?"
karen looked at you, her eyes softening at your worried expression. "i know what you mean. billy's a great guy, Y/N, and i think you can trust him. if you're worried, i would talk to him sooner rather than later."
you nodded. "i'll see if it gets any worse, and if it does, i'll talk to him."
you hated that things were getting worse between the two of them. you could tell he was hiding something, and a part of you always knew that those two had some type of connection. they had to, for the sake of the music.
you tried to trust them and let him run off with daisy, knowing that they made each other better. but you knew he wasn't telling you something.
you didn't realize how far along their connection was until daisy and billy stormed out of the studio while recording more fun to miss.
you followed them out, a few paces behind them, to make sure everything was okay. as soon as you stepped out onto the pavement, you watched as daisy yelled something at billy, close to his face. then, you watched as billy pulled daisy closer, leaving a kiss on her lips.
you gasped, and the two immediately broke and turned to look at you. billy went as pale as a ghost, and you stood horrified.
"Y/N, this isn't-" billy started, walking closer to you.
you put up a hand, stopping him in his tracks. "don't."
billy paused. "daisy, can we get some privacy?" he asked sternly before daisy hurriedly made her way inside.
"can i explain?" billy asked quietly.
a tear ran down your face. "what is there to explain? i know what i just saw."
billy nodded understandingly. "i know, i know what this looks like, and i'm sorry. but truthfully, there's absolutely nothing going on between us."
you laughed. "you call that nothing?" you asked, raising your voice. "you kissed her, billy! and god knows what else you've been doing behind my back all this time. there's a reason you came out here to do this, so i wouldn't find out."
billy put his hands on your shoulders. "there's nothing of substance between us. this is all an act, we're building our connection so fans can see it and believe it onstage. that's what the fans want. please believe me, there's nothing between us. there never was, and there never will be."
you shook your head, tears streaming down your face harder. "and you expect me to believe that?" you asked quietly, walking away into the studio.
you had locked yourself in a storage closet for some privacy, and you could tell the band, minus billy and daisy, was looking for you around the studio. you sat on the floor crying, thinking about all the times billy left you to be with her.
you felt so stupid for letting this happen. you should have known something was off. you couldn't believe what billy did, but you couldn't believe that you fell for him the way you did. this should have been expected.
suddenly, you heard a faint voice from outside the door, down the hallway. "daisy, we need to talk."
footsteps. "don't tell me what i think you're going to tell me," she replied.
"we were a mistake. we never had anything, and we never will."
a pause. "you're a big fucking liar, you know that?" daisy asked him.
"Y/N is the one i love. she's the one i will choose every time."
"so that kiss just now meant nothing?" daisy asked, getting angrier. "you did that just so i'd sing like that on the album?"
"i did what i had to do," billy said, matching her tone. "this is all an act, for the music. we had to build chemistry so the fans will believe it. none of this is real." there was a pause before billy spoke again. "i refuse to lose Y/N. not again."
there was another long pause, before a loud "fuck you" and the sound of daisy's heels walking out of the studio doors.
your heart was beating fast after hearing that exchange. you wanted to trust the man that you had grown to love again.
you quietly unlocked the door, stepping out and finding billy down the hall. he looked at you and his harsh features softened when he saw your tear stained face. "hey, i've been looking all over for you," he said sweetly.
you stood in front of him, and he put his hands on the sides of your face, forcing you to look him in the eyes.
"i'm so sorry, Y/N. for all of this. temptation got the best of me, and i lost sight of what i wanted and needed. you're it for me, and you always have been. even before you knew i existed, i knew i wanted you and no one else."
you rested your forehead on his, briefly staying quiet. "never do anything like this ever again, okay asshole?"
billy smiled. "you have my word."
you kissed him, and it made you forget everything that had just happened. you could tell that he truly meant what he said to you through a single, meaningful kiss.
he made all of your worries dissipate in an instant.
