Billie Eilish x male reader (Rewrite)

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Staples Center, Los Angeles, California 

Sunday, January 26, 2020

6:01 PM PST

We were backstage. The guys were standing on the edge of the stage and trying to take in the whole show while I was trying to keep myself together — and I tell you, the constant cheering of the audience wasn't helping. I managed to find a chair to sit on, taking care of the dizziness part, leaving everything else. All you need to do is Breathe Y/N. Breathe and focus. Breathe and focus. Breathe breathe breathebreathebreatheBREATHEBREATHEBREAT—

"Y/N, you alright?" I looked up, blinking a couple of times, and saw that it was Josh, "Huh?" I replied, still dazed, "You were breathing too fast. Is this too much? Want to go home? We can get out if you want, Julian and Nate can take care of the awards,"

"No, it's ok," I said with a heavy breath. "Imma go out, just call me when it's our turn, yeah?" He nodded then I went out of the back door.

I searched for a place to get away from all the noise, and after a bit of exploring, the bathroom turned out to be the perfect place. I dropped my coat and tie and left my face and shirt under the mercy of the faucet, then dried off what I could. It took me a good 10 minutes to get my breathing back to normal, and I still couldn't bring myself to look in the mirror. Maybe we should g—

"Hello there."

"Jesus fucking Christ!" I got jump scared and fell on my ass while the guy tried to not laugh. "What the fuck? Why did you do that?" I asked, still riding the adrenaline, "I just said "hi," you're the one who overreacted."

He extended his hand, but I slapped it away and got up to leave. "Wait. I'm sorry, ok? I just wanted to lighten up your mood since you didn't look fine when I got in," I rubbed my temple. "This day just keeps on getting better and better."

"I don't even know who you are," "That's a pleasant first. Let's stay here and talk. It's too loud out there, and imma take a hunch and say that you aren't a fan of that," I sighed, "Fine, if that will make you leave me alone," I sat on the corner of the bathroom floor, and after he somehow locked the door, he came and sat next to me.

He took out 2 cigarette sticks and a lighter from his pocket and nodded at me, "You want one?" he asked. "Sure." He lit one and handed it to me. After a couple of drags and after I mellowed out a bit, he asked, "So now that we have been best buds for the last minute, mind telling me what made you look like you were having a breakdown?"

"People," "People?" he asked, "Yeah. You were right earlier when you said I am not a fan of a crowd, but it's more than that. Sometimes people talk too much, and sometimes I react more than I want to," He took a drag, and continued "These people, are they your friends?" I nodded no, "Then I don't think it matters that much. That shit is common here, more than one can handle, and it's depressing. To top it all off, people think they have the right to say that shit," "You getting to a silver lining?" I asked. He chuckled, "Well, look at it like this, you can use this as a litmus test on who to keep close and ignore the fuck out of, right?" I nodded, "You got a point there."

"And you? You have anything bothering you?" I asked him in return, "Stress, or the lack of, to be accurate. Just finished an album that had been occupying my life for the better part of three years, and now I really don't know what to do next."

"I haven't worked on an album before, but I have done projects with friends of mine. Months of work before and after the thing was done, and when we finally finished, we drank till we felt guilty about drinking, then got back to work. Maybe you could do that, not the over drinking part, but the resting till you feeling like working again," He laughed,