imagines | billie eilish

hungover

~ y/n's pov ~
chapter includes: slight smut, imagine, short

unedited bc it's almost 5am and i'm sleep deprived

i wake up with a pounding headache, and waking up with the sun beaming directly in my face doesn't make it any better.

i rub my eyes, trying to make them a little less blurry before taking a sip of the water on my nightstand.

a pair of heels in the corner of my room catch my eye. those are clearly not mine.

i sit up and also see a pair of underwear thrown carelessly on the floor, along with a little black dress.

i furrow my eyebrows and look beside me, seeing a girl with black hair sleeping, the blanket only covering her from the stomach, down.

i notice that she's naked, and i'm naked.

holy shit. i got some ass last night.

i just remember my friends telling me i had to get over my ex, so they all took me out.

i didn't think i'd be getting laid.

memories of last night start to flood back in and i smirk to myself.

she rolls over subconsciously so she's facing me, and my eyes go wide as to who it is.

billie fucking o'connell.

i remember her from high school. i knew her through a mutual friend. she was nice but she never talked to anyone much. she was very quiet, almost nerdy in a way.

we had a little thing in high school. not necessarily dating, we just messed around a couple times, but we stopped once i met my girlfriend. the one that i was trying to get over last night.

looks like she's change a bit. swapped the exotic hair colors to something more natural, adding some cute bangs, and swapped the big clothes for mini dresses.

she looks good.

well she always has but...

i think i need some fucking advil.

i stand up out of bed, pulling on a pair of boxers and a t-shirt before heading into my bathroom, taking a few pills.

i decide to set some clothes out for billie if she wakes up. i'm not too sure if she'd want to wear a tight dress in the morning.

i go downstairs into the kitchen to make myself something to eat. nothing too special, i'm just so goddamn hungry.

i hear quiet footsteps coming from the stairs, and a yawning billie comes down the stairs, looking like she's looking for me.

once she spots me, i give a small smile. "hey, uh...where's you're bathroom?" she asks, scratching her head.

"um, upstairs, to the left on the second door."

as she waltzes back upstairs, i decide to get out some things to make for her to eat.

i'm sure she's just as hungover as i am, so she should appreciate some cereal and some tylenol.