billie eilish imagines

sick

If Billie were to make a list of things she dreads the most, being sick would take up the number one spot. Granted, she might be being a little bit dramatic, seeing as she only has a cold and nothing deadly, but she feels as if she could drop dead any second.

Just as Billie is about to pick up her phone to bid her last goodbyes for the sake of having fun, her door creaks open, and the woman she's missed the most walks in.

"What are you doing here?"

"It's been a week since you've seen me and that's the first thing you say? Ouch," Y/N jokes as she carefully makes her way over to sit on the edge of Billie's bed.

"I didn't mean it like that," Billie playfully rolls her eyes. "You shouldn't be here, I'm sick!"

"I missed you too much," Y/N shrugs.

"But- you'll get sick," Billie frowns, not wanting to pass her sickness to Y/N.

"Don't worry about me, baby. I brought you some tea," Y/N changes the topic, knowing that Billie would continue to nag her about coming to visit.

Y/N takes a drink out of the cup in her hand, double-checking that the tea isn't too hot, before bringing it up to Billie's mouth.

"Thank you," Billie takes a quick sip before continuing. "But I really don't want you to get sick, Y/N. Maybe you should-"

"Leave? I will if that's what you want."

"No, I don't- you know what? Fuck it, you're here anyway."

"Did you miss me?" Y/N grins as she lays down on top of Billie, holding herself up with her arms in order not to crush the sick girl.

"Yeah," Billie truthfully nods. "A lot, actually. I didn't realize how much I missed you 'til you walked through the door."

"Yeah? How are you gonna go on tour if you miss me this much after a week?" Y/N jokes, although Billie doesn't seem to find it funny. Y/N's smile falters, and she regrets bringing up the sour subject.

"You could come with me," Billie mutters, turning her head away from Y/N.

"Hm? Speak up, Bil."

"I said you can come with me. On tour, I mean."

"We've talked about this already," Y/N sighs, rolling off of Billie and sitting next to her instead. "I wish I could, but I can't just leave my job for three months, you know that."

"You can quit and just work for me," Billie slightly raises her voice, clearly upset.

"It's not that easy," Y/N tries her best to stay calm; she knows that Billie hates leaving for tour, especially since Y/N can't come with her this time.

"It is! You can be my personal assistant or something, that way you can be with me all the time. I won't make you do any hard work, I promise."

"Since when do you have a personal assistant?"

"I don't," Billie retorts. "But I can make one. It's my fucking tour, it's not like they can stop me."

Y/N chuckles at Billie's bitter response. Does she really want Y/N to go with her that bad?

"Don't laugh! It's not funny," Billie pouts as she turns herself around to face the wall instead of Y/N.

Billie isn't as mad as she's acting to be; she understands that she can't tell Y/N what to do, but she is secretly hoping that her acting is good enough to change Y/N's mind. She can't bear the thought of not being able to see Y/N for three whole months- a week was bad enough. 

"Don't do that," Y/N turns Billie back around and lays on top of her, once again, so that she can't escape this time. "I'm sorry; I'll try talking to my boss and see what she says, okay?"

"Fine."

"Are you mad at me?"

Billie shakes her head. "Take a nap with me."

Billie flips herself over so that Y/N's laying flat on her back with Billie cuddled on top of her chest. Y/N leans forward to kiss Billie, but Billie turns her head to the side, so the kiss lands on her cheek instead.

"I don't wanna get you sick," Billie whines into Y/N's neck.

"I'll be okay," Y/N insists. "Just let me kiss you."

Billie doesn't see the point in trying to stop her anymore, so she reluctantly lifts her head and places her lips on Y/N's.

"There. You happy now?" Billie teases.

"Nope. Kiss me again."

Maybe getting sick isn't so bad after all.
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i'm literally shitting myself i have finals next week and i'm not ready