imagines | billie eilish

happy that you're happy

~ y/n's pov ~
chapter includes: sad but also happy imagine

sort of unedited

i texted billie today. and i called her.

she hasn't answered my texts or my calls. that's not like her at all. usually, it won't even get passed the first ring before she answers.

she just found out that she's going back on tour last night, hopefully that has nothing to do with it.

i tried to call her for the fifth time as i'm on my way to her house, and she finally answers my facetime call.

"hi, baby." she answers.

"babe, why weren't you answering my calls?"
"sorry. i was..i was busy. i forgot to reply."
"you're alright, i was just worried. i'm 2 blocks away, i'm coming over."
"okay. i wish you would've told me earlier, i look like shit."
"no you don't, i'm sure you look beautiful. tilt the camera down, i'm tired of seeing your forehead."

she tilts the camera down, and her face looks...weird.

not a bad weird, but i can tell that she's been crying by her slightly puffy eyes and the tips of her eyelashes are a bit wet.

"you okay?"
"i'm fine, y/n. when will you be here?"
"umm..about 5 minutes. are your parents home?"
"no."
"you know what that means..."
"that we can take a long ass nap on the couch and snuggle?"
"yes, billie. we haven't done that in so long."

i know y'all's dirty ass mind thought of something else.....

"alright, i'll see you when i get there, i can literally see your house."
"k, bye. love you."
"love you too."

she hangs up as i run up the steps of her house. i twist the door knob to see if it's locked.

it seems to be unlocked, so i walk in.

her moms car isn't in the driveway, so i knew that she had to have been gone.

i walk back to billie room, seeing her laying in bed.

"hi, baby." i crawl towards her, hovering over her face.

"hey." i kiss her and lay down on her chest.

"i came over because you haven't been talking to me recently. what's going on?" i ask, not trying to come off rude at all.

"sorry. i just don't feel good." she answers, giving me a sad look.

"as in..." i trail off, wanting to get a better understanding of how she's feeling right now.

she taps the side of her head, sighing deeply.

"i feel like my depression has gotten worse, and my medicine isn't working. finding out about tour last night didn't make me feel any better."

my heart shatters when i see tears threatening to spill from her beautiful eyes.

i sit up against her headboard, patting my lap to nonverbally tell her to straddle me.