synopsis: you and Billie fought about her working hours—and it didn’t end well. Resulting in you fleeing to your brothers.
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♬ NOW PLAYING : ̗̀➛ STRANGER IN YOU by EBRIL
The moonlight shone through the window, the tv light glowing down on you both. Standing in the living room, voices raised. It was so stupid—it started off with you worried Billie was working too much.
And now, here you were. Screaming, tears, and pulling at your hair from the stress.
“I do want you to succeed, but your fans love you so much! They won’t mind if you take a break!” You screamed out, desperate for her to understand.
“No, you don’t!! All you ever want is for me to just have all my attention on you 24/7, and I can’t do that!” Billie shouted back, arms flailing.
“Oh my god, I know you need to work, but you’re working too much! I don’t want your attention all the time, I just want you to not die from overexertion!!” You choked out, the tears rushing down your face.
You just wanted her to understand—that was it. She was working far too many nights, from 7 in the morning to 9 at night. You knew it wasn’t healthy, and you wanted to help. But Billie was seeing it a different way.
“Just leave me the fuck alone and let me work!! Jesus, do you not care about me at all?!” She forced a chuckle out, scratching the back of her neck.
“I do! That’s why I want you to take a break! Please, just—just listen to me!” You desperately said, voice cracking.
“You obviously don’t! You want my attention all the time—that’s why you want me away from my work!! What makes me happy!” Billie shouted, pointing her finger straight at you.
“What?! Billie, that’s not what—“ you tried to say, before her voice cut you off.
“It’s exactly what you’re trying to do.” She stepped closer, getting in your face. “You want me all to yourself, to be under your control. Is that it? You want the famous pop star all for yourself, huh?”
Your eyes widened. How could she ever think that of you? “Billie, no! I would never—“
“Oh, but you would. You’re an attention-seeking, pathetic woman who just wants constant attention to feel good about herself.” She snarled, and your heart sank.
Was that really how she felt about you now? After all these years—she thought you were an attention seeker? Pathetic?
You felt a sudden wave of anger, hurt, and pain wash over you, compelling you to push you just enough to get her away. But that’s what triggered it.
Before you knew it, Billie’s hand raised and slapped you right across your cheek, the sting instantly flaming up on your plush skin. You let out a gasp, frozen in place for a second.
Did… did she just…? No, she couldn’t have. She doesn’t hit you—she’s not like that. But as you reached up to touch your inflamed cheek, it made it all so much more real.
You lifted your head to look at her, just to see the same shock on her face, mirroring yours. Except, now, you were terrified. Scared. Of her.
“Baby—“ she said, her voice suddenly soft and worried, her hand reaching out.
You took a quick step back, looking her up and down. Like you couldn’t recognize this woman anymore. The woman that you thought loved you.
“Baby, please—“ you didn’t let her finish. You grabbed your bag, flinging it over your shoulder, and practically running out the door. You heard Billie’s desperate plea for you to come back, her footsteps following yours. But you didn’t turn back.
You quickly got into your car, turning on the engine before speeding down the road. Not looking back. Because god knows, if you looked back and saw her desperate face standing there, you might’ve just turned back. But you didn’t. You kept going.
The drive to your brothers’ house was a blur. A mix of choked sobs and slamming your hand against the steering wheel. You felt so stupid—like an idiot for ever even mentioning such a thing.
You finally pulled into your brothers’ driveway, sniffling when you grabbed your bag and stepped out of your car. Your movements to the front door were sluggish, weak on your feet from how much you’ve been sobbing.
You gently knocked on the door, praying that your brothers were still awake. You rubbed one of your eyes, wiping away the tears tracing your cheeks.
Alex was the one to open the door. He had a baggy t-shirt and sweatpants on, small eye bags under his eyes. But the second he saw you, he was wide awake.
“Woah, what happened?” Alex said worriedly, seeing the red handprint on your cheek. He gently led you inside, taking your bag off your shoulder and hanging it on the coat rack. He let you over to the couch, where Nat was, obliviously drinking a bottle of beer.
But the second he saw you and the slap mark on your cheek, he was as concentrated as he ever was. He helped you sit, before quickly grabbing a blanket and draping it over your shoulders.
“Hey, hey, what happened?” Alex asked softly, gently rubbing your back. Nat had gotten up to grab an ice pack for your cheek, desperately searching in the freezer.
You looked up at Alex, tensing up a bit. “Me and Billie… we got into a fight. A big one…”
“That doesn’t explain the slap. Did she do that?” Alex asked tensely, his hand a grounding presence to your racing mind.
You didn’t want to speak anymore. You didn’t want to talk about anything anymore. But you nodded, before laying your head on Alex’s shoulder. You were so tired. Your throat raspy. So damn tired.
But then, you felt the cool sensation of a bag of peas on your cheek. Nat gently pressed it against the slap mark, placing his free hand on your shoulder.
“You okay?” Hey asked softly, tucking a piece of stay hair behind your ear.
You nodded softly. You leaned more against Alex, finding comfort in your brothers. At least for right now, you knew you were okay. Just for now.
Days had passed, almost a week. Billie had texted your phone and called you almost two hundred times at this point. You knew she was desperate. But you didn’t give in. The wound was still fresh—and responding to Billie would be like hand sanitizer rubbed all over it.
You just sat on the couch, not realizing when you would fall asleep from staring at the coffee table—too stuck in your head. But you would always end up lied down with a blanket over top of you.
You were silent, most of the time. Trying to process what had happened that night. Why she had slapped you like that. What had gotten her to that point. You could feel your heart sink each time you thought about it—the harshness of her hand on your cheek, how it stung harshly.
You leaned back against the couch, a blanket draped over your legs, staring blankly at the tv. You weren’t really watching, just staring. Needing something—anything to keep your mind occupied.
But then—there was a knock on the door. You had slowly turned your head towards the sound, only to find Alex to quickly dart towards it and fling it open. His voice was quiet, and you couldn’t make out what he was saying. But then, the person who knocked walked in.
It was Billie. In all her glory. There were dark bags under her eyes—similar to yours, her hair in a messy bun, and one of your hoodies. You could smell your perfume wafting off of her. But that didn’t stop you from standing up and backing away.
“Alex, what the fuck—“ you shakily asked, your eyes darting between the two of them.
“You were shutting down. You need to work this out, now or never. Please.” Alex begged, his eyes pleading. And before you could open your mouth to respond, he was darting down the hall. Leaving you and Billie.
You turned your head back to your girlfriend, taking in the sight. It looks like she hadn’t slept in days. Probably overworking to get her mind off things. She did that so goddamn much, it hurt. But not enough to forget.
“Baby…” Billie said in a soft whisper, reaching out to wrap her arms around you. And when you didn’t pull away, she pulled you in. A tight, bone crushing hug.
“God, baby, I’m so sorry… you had me so worried, I had no idea where you were…” Billie quietly said, cupping the back of your head, as if for reassurance that you were still there. That you wouldn’t slip through her fingers like sand.
You didn’t speak. Your throat was raw, choked up. You just held onto her as well, burying your face into her neck.
“I’m so sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to, you know that, right? It was an accident. I swear on my own life that I will never do it again. I would burn my entire career down just so I can see you smiling again.”
She desperately pulled away—just enough to see your face. Just enough so she could pull you closer again, your lips connecting in a deep, warm kiss. Filled with longing, desperation, and deep sense of love.
You instantly relaxed into it, letting your eyes flutter shut. You let out a soft sigh, kissing her back. Your arms wrapped around her neck, pulling her closer. Like you couldn’t get enough.
Finally, you both pulled away with shaky breaths, and tears welling up in Billie’s eyes. You reached up and gently wiped under her eye, flicking away the stray tear. She giggled softly, wiping her eyes.
“You ever hit me again, I’m not coming back.” You said, voice quiet but there was no joking in it. You were dead serious, and if she ever did—you were gone.
“I won’t. I don’t want to. I can’t.” Billie said, desperation in her voice. Then—she held up her pinkie finger, speaking softly. “Pinky promise.”
You chuckled softly, rolling your eyes at the kiddish promise. But you locked your pinkie around hers, and kissed your knuckle. Billie did the same, before pulling away.
“Yeah, you better fuckin’ not.” Nats voice rang out, anger filling it. Of course he was peeping. Overprotective asshole. You rolled your eyes, before flipping him off, because you trusted Billie. Not just because it was Billie—but because of the pinkie promise.
It was something stupid—but it meant a lot to you. And Billie never broke a pinkie promise. You nuzzled your head back into Billie’s chest, sighing softly.
“Wanna go home?” Billie said, combing her fingers through your hair.
“yeah,” you said, gently tugging at her shirt. “But just so you know, you owe me a shopping trip and a half. And Starbucks.”
Billie groaned playfully, but there was a smile on her face. She rolled her eyes, “fine, fine! Whatever the princess wants, the princess gets.”
“You owe me. You hit me.” You said smugly.
Billie groaned, hiding her face in your hair. “You’re gonna use that for so much blackmail, aren’t you?”
“Useful. You’ll never say no to me after this. It’s a big opportunity, I can’t pass it up.” You said with a soft giggle, holding onto her closer.
Billie didn’t complain further. Because she couldn’t complain when she had the love of her life back in her arms, back to feeling safe and secure.
And that’s all she ever needed. ⋆. 𐙚 ̊
ׂ╰┈➤ if this flops I quit and you’ll never see me again trust
i usually try to not care about who celebrities choose to date but billie’s situation is actually frustrating bc she like constantly gets with people who actively contradict her beliefs like i would absolutely love to be happy for her but nat is a racist, a trump supporter and has indulged in a sexual relationship with his own BROTHER to which they both openly admitted it??, like nat isn’t a good person and billie definitely could do better (idk if this a hot take or not, don’t kill me🥹)
