Forbidden feelings- Billie dean Howard

𝙱𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚗

Billies Pov:

As soon as I walked out of y/n's house I felt the need to go back right away. No I don't want to bother her she needs her space but for some reason I really enjoyed her company. I brushed away the thought that kept telling me I just met her, because it felt like  i'd known her forever. We clicked instantly.

Part of me was hoping she'd call or text me, or even come over after I left. My husband was never in the mood to talk. I rarely talked to him knowing he was always drinking.

As soon as I lay eyes on y/n, it was a different kind of feeling. One I haven't felt before.

When I watched y/n step out of her dark green almost broken down looking car, wearing her blue oversized sweatshirt and sweatpants too big to fit her, my mind automatically told me to go talk to her.

That kind of thought was new to me. I never usually talked to people first. Just wasn't my thing, but a part of me felt like I needed to introduce myself. Get to know her a little. She looked lost. Like she didn't know where she was.

Her voice felt like music to my ears the moment she spoke to me. I couldn't help but stare at her the entire time we were lifting boxes. It felt wrong in a way, but she was so distracting. That long hair of hers that swayed back with each step she took. Those eyes. I could stare into them all day.

I went up to the entrance of my house and knocked at the door, shivering from the fact that it was freezing cold outside. I felt a cold breeze move past me, sending shivers down my spine.

My husband always had the door locked no matter what. I thought that was pathetic I heard my knocks getting louder. Still no answer on the other side of the door. I felt myself getting frustrated knowing he probably got wasted again. If I knew he was going to act like this during our marriage, I wouldn't have married him in the first place.

I would use the key if my husband didn't have it. I gave myself two options. I could keep knocking, hoping for him to somehow wake up and answer the door, or I could go to y/n's house. It was getting colder and darker by the minute and I still didn't have my mind made up.

I reached out my arm, looking at my watch as the time now read "7:45pm" What should I do? I kept asking myself while pacing back and forth on the doorstep. I didn't want to bother  y/n, but I also didn't want to freeze to death. I wish I never married this man.

Y/n's pov:

I popped open a bottle of white wine hoping it would take my mind off the blonde. Here I am with my mind only focused on a woman i've only known for not even a full day. What was it about her? And why was I so attracted to her? Shes married, and I just met her. I thought to myself over and over taking another sip of wine.

She's never going to think about me in that kind of way. Not the way I think about her.

Ten minutes passed by and I felt the wine go straight to my head. My mind was focused on other things now. Like the fact I needed to take a shower. I downed another glass of wine making it two so far. One more down and after three glasses, I tried to get up, but I couldn't even stand straight.

I was startled, hearing knocking sounds at my door. Who could it be? I was barely able to think straight.

"Y,n!?" I heard a familiar voice on the other side of the door. It was billies voice. That sweet angelic voice of hers. I never realized how much I missed it until she spoke again.