only you-Billie Eilish

Chapter 1

"Thank you for having me today." I say while fake smiling into the camera and standing up to leave this shitty hole. Finally this is over, I can't stand these boring interviews anymore. Every time the same shit 'how long have you been acting' or 'who is your celebrity crush' or 'how does it feel like to work with...' like bro if I already have to be here and answer all these questions, at least ask me something interesting.

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"C'mon hurry!" My bodyguard commands me and I roll my eyes, "Don't act like you're my boss."I tease him but he doesn't look impressed by it, instead he gives me a look and opens the door for me. The second the door opens, the flashing and shouting starts. I walk out and he follows closely behind me. I hate this, like how do they even know I'm here?

"Ma'am, what do you say about the rumors of you going both ways?" A paparazzi asks while holding his camera in front of my face. I just roll my eyes and walk past him. I really have to get some more bodyguards.

"Are you sad about the fact that Zayn left you?" Another one of them shouts from behind. I have to admit, my heart still aches at the thought of him, but I'm over it. I look down and start walking faster, goddamn I just want to reach my damn car. "What do you think of Billie Eilish?" Someone asks and usually, I wouldn't answer, but I can't just not answer this one. "She's an icon, duh." I say while looking straight into the camera.

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I'm currently lying in my bed, all curled up as my phone buzzes but I don't react, instead I reach to the remote and put 'euphoria' on, I love this show. My phone has been buzzing for the hundredth time in the last two minutes, so I pick it up and put it on silent. I don't give a fuck who it is, I'm tryna enjoy my favorite show after a fucking stressful day.

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*beep*beep*
I groan and rub my eyes. Uhh, looks like I fell asleep. My alarm is still going off besides my head so I turn that shit off. I look at the time and it's 7 am, just five more minutes and I'll get up...

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The sun is shining directly onto my face through my curtains. I groan and sit up while rubbing my eyes. When I'm fully awake, I take my phone and check who's been texting me. There are 99+ messages shown on my lock screen, what is going on? I check the time and it's already 11am, I messed up. I unlock my phone and call James, my manager, or at least he was my manager because he's probably about to kill me.

After a few rings he picks up the phone, but I don't dare to say a word. "Are you freaking kidding me?" He shouts through my phone, well here we go again. I groan in annoyance as he starts talking about how I need to 'grow up' and take some 'responsibility for myself' and stuff like that. But it doesn't stop there, he continues his little speech so I get up and walk to my bathroom. I mute the call and brush my teeth.
I didn't really pay attention to what he's talking about until I hear him say: "Get ready and meet me in the office, you have 45 minutes." I unmute the call and agree, we hang up and I undress myself before jumping into the shower.

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I walk out the shower and walk straight to my walk-in closet. I pick out some black baggy pants with a black drew hoodie and some Jordan's.