Chapter 3

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We're both wheezing.
About 3 minutes later, me and Billie start to calm down, she stares at me for a few seconds taking in what just happened. I sit up straight and lean on the counter with the coffee cup still in my hand, Me and Billie burst out laughing again, at this point we don't know what we're laughing at.

"Okay dude, no seriously we need to chill the fuck out." She says breathlessly, along with coughing and laughing, I take a few deep breaths trying to compose myself. The fact that I just wheezed infront of Billie was humiliating, but she didn't seem to care, she seemed to laugh right along with me.

After a few sips of the latte, Me and Billie hang out, literally. After watching at least one episode of 'The Office' on Netflix, Billie offers to help me unpack. I declined the first few times but she kept insisting I let her. We start unpacking a few things, like pictures, decorations, towels, rags, etc. Billie takes out her phone and checks the time, she looks surprised when she checks. She slides her phone in her back pocket and continues to unpack.

"Shouldn't you get going? You have the meet and greet tomorrow, and it's getting pretty late." I tell her, as I unwrap some glass. She stops what she's doing in realization. She curses loudly.
"Fuck!"
"I totally forgot about that meet and greet.." She exclaims while sitting the vase back in the box. I give her a 'you better get going' look. She pokes out her lip to show a sad expression.

"I haven't had this much fun in years, you know? Just to be free and hang out with someone without them freaking out." She says while slouching. It was obvious she didn't want to go back to her busy life, she wanted to stay here with me. I didn't want her to go either, but sadly, life doesn't work that way. I should be getting ready for bed anyway.

"Aw I don't want you to go either Bil, but I'll see you at the Meet and Greet tomorrow though." I say while walking around the box, making my way to Billie. Her face lights up, as if she's happy she's gonna see me again. Is she blushing? Nah, no way. She slides her right hand through her hair as she stands up straight. She sighs.

"Alright so I'll see you tomorrow then?" She asks, as if she's wanting to be reassured that she'll see me again. She really wants to see me? I feel special. I nod my head in agreement.

"No, I wanna hear you say that I'll see you again." She says with all seriousness. Which kind of made my heart drop. She really wanted to see me again. I let out a medium length sigh.

"Yes Billie. Yes, you'll see me again. I promise. I'll be there tomorrow, at 4pm." I say while giving her a reassuring look. Her face lights up once more, she starts to smile again. She gets a notification from her phone, which makes her take it out quickly. "Dammit..." she mutters. Meaning it was time for her to go. She looks up at me and brings me in for a hug. What the hell? Why'd this hug feel like this? Being in her grip felt amazing. Her arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me closer to her. I bury my face in her hair, god, she smells amazing.

"I don't wanna let go." Billie says while whining, at this point, I feel her pain. Damn, I don't wanna let go either.
'I'll see her tomorrow' I tell myself, as I slowly unwrap my arms from around her neck. I walk her over to the front door, I stand there watching as she walks toward the black car sitting outside. She waves quickly and I return it. I close the door, making sure I lock on the locks. Home security was a big thing for me, I've never lived alone before, so I feel safer knowing that if someone was to ever break in, I'd know. I glance over at my brown leather couch, seeing something that wasn't there when I first arrived. A light green puffy hoodie. Oh shit, Billie left her hoodie. I'm pretty sure she had already pulled off, something clicks in my mind... it might not work but it's worth a shot. I walk over to the barstool with the hoodie under my arm while I sit down, grabbing my phone from my pocket. I click Instagram and type in Billie's name. So many fucking fan pages. I find her name and send her a DM. 'Hey Bil, it's Y/n, I don't know if you realized yet but you left your hoodie here, I'll bring it to the Meet and Greet tmr, see ya soon! xx'

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