BILLIE EILISH ⚢ smüt

Chapter 3

NOTE- These chapter are really fooking short but i swear they'll get longer and juicier as the story progresses ;)
TW - MENTION OF DEPRESSION ect

Y/N pov:
after billies show i was exhausted. i had noticed that i was deteriorating over the past few weeks or so. everything was growing heavier and heavier on me. I hated showing that i was weak, but it was getting harder to hide it.
so i headed back to my hotel room to get some sleep, as i didn't live close by.

I felt so hopeless, numb but tearful. i dragged my body and luggage to the lobby and checked in. This hotel was like a maze.
"what the fu-
i'm too tired for this shit man"
you mumbled as a tear rolled down your cheek.

You finally stumbled on the right hallway. letting out a sigh of relief when reading
'rooms 110-127'

The further down you walked you could hear a familiar voice, harmonising a familiar song.

"omg shit billies room is down here too?!" you whispered in a brief fangirl moment.
you put on a brave face while rummaging for your key card. 

Billie's POV:
i got back to my hotel room, finally by myself after a few days. i stuck on some music while i got ready for bed. let me tell you i needed it.

While taking my out all the hair grips from my space buns, b!tches broken hearts came on. i probably look big headed listening to my own music, but it's a fucking vibe idc. i started to gently sing along, harmonising almost perfectly to the soundtrack. i was almost done but i heard heavy jingling outside my door. i was confused and looked through the peephole to see what was going on..