Runaway ~ (Completed) ✅ ~

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(y/n) - your name

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Billy watched her the entire time, cautious of her every movement while she sat in front of him on the bed legs crossed with the aid kit stuff next to her. (y/n) tried to ignore the heated gaze from Billy as he watched her, getting a cloth and antiseptic to clean his wounds. Billy saw (y/n) tuck her hair behind her ear and push her glasses up before looking at him, pausing before she touched him.

"Can I?" Billy froze at her soft voice, any contempt gone from her tone and he just looked at her. She wasn't mad, she wasn't angry at him or even slightly annoyed about him yelling at her. He only saw worry and it annoyed him as to why. Billy nods slowly, (y/n) moving up the cloth to gently clean the wounds on his cheek. Billy hissed lowly and (y/n) quickly moved back. "I'm sorry!" Billy was surprised at how anxious she was about hurting him and he let his guard down.

"I can take it. Just keep going." Billy soften as (y/n) hesitated before moving to clean his wounds. He watched as she moved around him, not turning his head and he scoffs. "Just do it." Billy rolls his eyes, silently taking in a sharp breath from how soft (y/n)'s touch was as she gently held his chin.

She was so warm... so caring towards him. He felt... warm... and oddly safe in this room. Billy let himself close his eyes, breathing in a sweet floral scent that he only noticed now and he opens his eyes to see that it was from (y/n) as she leaned close over his cheek. He breathes in the scent closing his eyes again as he melted from being in her presence.

She continued to clean Billy's wounds, tucking his hair back softly to get his forehead before moving to get plasters over the wounds. "You know, you stick your tongue out a little when you concentrate." Billy smirks as (y/n) puts on the final plaster, her leaning back as she hums in response.

"Do I?" (y/n) stands up next to the bed to put the aid kit stuff away, leaving the antiseptic cream for Billy's split lip.

"It's cute." She looks up, raising a brow at the smirking boy sitting on her bed as he moves to face her. "It's really cute."

"Ok, I'm gonna put these back, you have to put the cream on for your busted lip." (y/n) ignores Billy's remark, moving to go to her bathroom but gasps as she was pulled down. Billy's hand held her wrist as she holds herself up against his chest to not fall into him, his face close to hers. He moves to take her glasses off to see her doe eyes clearly, (y/n) pulling back but he pulls her closer. "Billy-"

"-why don't you put it on for me princess?"

"No."

"Come on, I know you want to-"

"-No." (y/n) says for the final time and Billy furrows his brows at her.

"Please, what other reason is there for you to invite me in, patch me up and not want me to fuck you in return? I would be happy to, in fact, it would be my pleasure-"

"-do you always think with your dick Billy?" (y/n) sighs out, prying her hand from his grip and walking away leaving him baffled. Ok, she didn't want to fuck him. That's a first.

"You're playing hard to get princess," Billy stands up, leaning against the bathroom doorway as (y/n) washed her hands. "no need to be shy-"

"-Billy, I'm serious. No." She looks over at him in the mirror, drying her hands and walking past him and into her bedroom.

"So what, you patched me up because you cared, because you were worried about me-"

"-yes!" (y/n) exclaims, rubbing her forehead in frustration. "I do worry about you ok. I know you're not going to tell me how you get your bruises, from fights or from something else but I mean it when I say that if you need a safe place, you can come here."