another pretty december | b.e

six

how are yall today?

what a fucking crowd.

I stand at the side, watching billie literally take control over the crowd is amazing to watch.

and being on the stage myself and singing in front of all those people who sung along to my songs and screamed when I walked out was an incredible experience.

I wasn't expecting people to actually know who I was but there was even girls with signs telling me they loved me.

I fucking love my career.

I sing along to billie's song, rocking myself and watching her glide across the stage.

before she finishes her set, I leave harry's side and walk through to the green room, looking for my bag so I can write something in my notebook.

but it's not where I left it.

I look all around the green room, going through the cupboards, in the bathroom and around billies things.

but it's not there.

I check all around my dressing room, trying not to panic but it's not there.

my book, my lamby, my whole life is in my backpack and I can't find it.

tears are falling down my face and I ask the members of the team who are about while I walk up to where harry is stood because maybe im just overreacting.

harry will know where it is.

"harry" I lift myself up on my tiptoes and almost yell it in his ear so he can hear me over the music.

"woah, what's going on?"

I grab his hand and pull him towards the green room, further away from the loud music.

"I can't find my backpack"

"what?"

"I left it here" I point beside the couch right where I remember leaving it. "and it's gone"

"are you sure? I haven't touched it"

don't panic.

don't panic.

"harry I left it right here"

"calm down darling, maybe Lisa moved it, okay? let me go and check. sit down"

"okay" I sit down and wipe my eyes taking some deep breaths.

it's gotta be here somewhere.

I don't give a fuck where we are, tomorrow im going to buy some fucking air tags because there's no way in hell my bag is ever leaving my sight tomorrow.

I bite the nail on my thumb and anxiously wait, hoping harry comes back with my bag.

when the door opens I turn my head but it's not harry who walks in.

but it's billie.

"get the fuck out" billie grumbles, looking away from me and walking over to the fridge taking out a water bottle.

"do you know where my bag is?" I ask her, ignoring her last statement.

"no and I don't care, get out"

"no"

"Lisa fucking told you the rules of this tour" billie spits, her head jerking.

I already knows she has tourettes so I look away from her, rolling my eyes. "and i don't give a fuck"

billie says nothing and the bathroom door slams shut and I huff, standing up and walking out of the green room.

what is her fucking problem?