billie eilish imagines

i didn't change my number *

billie dom, g!p
billie's pov:
i sat on y/n's couch, scrolling on my phone. she wasn't home, but i had the key, so i decided to stay at her place until she came back from work. soon enough i heard the door handle jiggle, and foot steps coming in. she door swung shut behind her and she stomped into the room angrily, putting her stuff down. i noticed her angry demeanor, and immediately asked her what was wrong.
"You seem upset. talk to me hot stuff," i said cockily, putting down my phone and turning my attention towards her. i hoped the flirtatious act would earn me a smile from her. instead i got a angry look.
"you have to stop calling me that billie," she scolded.
"C'mon y/n, you're always at work. i'm always here alone, let's just talk." i pleaded.
"well, i kinda have to work billie. it's not like i can make a song and make a shit ton of money off it."
i gotta work, i go to work.
"hey, that was mean. i do work, making music is my job! i just have more free time!" she gave me a glare
you don't deserve to feel so hurt
"how did you even get in here?" y/n asked harshly
"You gave me the key, you moron," i scoffed, going back on my phone.
you gotta a lot of fucking nerve,
"Don't talk to me like that! God, Billie, sometimes you should just keep your mouth shut." she complained, lifting her hands up in the air.
i don't deserve...
at this point i was pissed.
"What do you mean! You're the one who came in mad!" i got up from the couch.
"What are you talking about!? i had a horrible day, i came home and what? you're the one here being all bitchy!" she yelled, pointing at me as she spoke.
"just because you had a bad day, doesn't mean you can take it out on me." i snapped back at her.
don't take it out on me,
"i'm not taking it out on you billie! I'm- ugh." she ran a hand through her hair in frustration.
"That's what i thought," i mumbled.
"Hey! what the fuck is your problem!?"
i'm out of sympathy, for you
"FOR FUCKS SAKE YOU STARTED IT!" i screamed. "YOU! YOU CAME HOME MAD! I JUST WANTED TO CHEER YOU UP AND INSTEAD YOU PULL THIS SHIT!"
"You should go billie" she said oh-so calmly.
maybe you should leave,
"you should go," she whispered again, looking down at her feet.
before i get too mean...
"Fine." i scoffed, leaving her apartment, slamming the door harshly. fucking bitch.
y/n pov:
fucking bitch.
i turned around, sighing as i sat down at the table in the kitchen. i rest my head in my hands, dragging them across my face.
i just got fired, am broke as shit, and probably just chased one of the most important people in my life, out of my life.
i'm conclusion, i hate it here.
i got up from the table, heading over to one of my cabinets, and grabbed a bottle of vodka, downing at least 3 shots. the clear liquid burned my throat like fire, but i held the bottle up to my lips, and downed a few more shots anyways. the urge to get blackout drunk and deal with a killer headache in the morning was strong, but this will have to do for now. i left the bottle on the counter, predicting that i'll probably go back to it later. Making my way to my bedroom, i stripped out of clothes, tossing them on the floor. my blouse in the kitchen, skirt in the hallway, and my tights and bra in the bedroom. i sluggishly walked up to my closet and picked out a oversized t-shirt. billie's, oversized t-shirt. i chuckled at the irony, and slipped it over my head. at this point, the alcohol was starting to have its affect on me. i guess you could say i was tipsy. good. i flopped down on my bed, as my mind began to ponder about all the things i could do this wonderful evening, and more importantly, what my source of income would be now that i remained without a job. i flipped around so i was on my stomach. might as well be a stripper. i huffed in annoyance, and got off the bed. looks like my predictions were correct.
time to shut out my problems by getting dangerously drunk, and do things i probably shouldn't.
billie's pov:
my fingers tapped over the screen, attempting to form words into a detailed paragraph consisting of an unnecessary apology. my thumb hit the delete bar repeatedly before i gave up on my efforts, and decided it was best to just leave it alone, and pray that y/n would be the first one to reach out. i think we can both agree that it was in fact her fault, but i genuinely don't have enough brain cells to argue with anyone about it. i turned off my phone setting it aside, and turning to my brother in front of me.
"she'll come around eventually," he assured. i scoffed, taking a bite of the food in front of me. after leaving y/n's apartment, i went to finneas' house, and stayed over for dinner Claudia had prepared.
"i don't know dude, she looked so pissed," i played with a piece of zucchini on my plate with a fork. "she usually tells me everything, and today, i could've sworn she wanted to stab me right then and there after i offered to talk," i pouted slightly.
"Billie, she had a stressful day at work, she said it herself. relax okay? go like, walk your dog or something," Finneas laughed.
"yea, i'm sure she'll text you once she's better." claudia confirmed, joining the conversation. i nodded, as we finished the rest of the meal in silence.
y/n pov
throughout the span of about 15 minutes, i had finished the bottle of vodka, and was now singing along drunkenly to some random playlist i put on a while before. slurring the words, i had found a way to occupy myself: checkers, against a nonexistent opponent that i played for. yes it's stupid, but it was definitely affective. i sat on my couch, played my turn, before switching positions to the other side of the coffee table, and playing against me. so focused on trying to beat myself , i just about forgot about my horrible day.
i finished about three games, before deciding that was enough. not even bothering to clean up the mess, i got up and headed towards my cabinet for more alcohol. i laughed to myself as i opened mostly empty bottle of gin. don't even ask where i get all this from. i down the rest of it, and set it down on the table. a sudden rush of adrenaline fills my body, and i pick up my phone, clicking on a contact.
b <3
hey
i misd u
i'm soery
comrnover?
read at 9:46
i sighed, putting my phone down. my vision was quite blurry, and the buzz i got a few minutes ago, was gone. feeling a bit drowsy, i sat down, turning off my music, and putting on an episode of the office instead. my phone vibrated, signaling someone was calling me. i looked at the contact name, and immiediently picked up, slightly blushing.
"y/n?" billie's familiar voice asked.
"hi billie," i slurred.
"y/n? where are you?"
"i'm at home silly," i giggled, getting comfortable on the couch.
"are- y/n are you drunk?" she asked worriedly.
"maybe," i teased, a fit of laughter following the word.
"how much did you drink?" she asked sternly. i sat up straight.
"like 2...?" my answer came out more as a question.
"2 what? Shots? y/n i'm serious." her tone was strict, almost angry. i winced at her words.
"fuck, i don't know, like 2 bottles. they weren't full billie, i swear," i whined.
"jesus fucking christ y/n. you're so immature. sit tight for me, okay? i'll be there in 15." and with that she hung up. i smiled to myself, getting up from the couch. i had to clean up before she got here. i lazily put away the checkers, threw out the bottles, and picked up the clothes, before going back to the couch and resuming the office.