Middle Fingers Up // Billy Hargrove x Reader

𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑹𝑻𝒀-𝑭𝑰𝑽𝑬

"Just let it go, I'm here now aren't I? Stop making a big deal out of it, you're gonna ruin Eddie's party." Billy whispers into your ear as he guides you into the party through the sea of people. You'd made another dig as you got out of the van about him being absent and he was huffing about it now. 

He was making you feel like you had no right to be mad and it had you questioning yourself for the first time in a long time. Should you just drop it? Did it really matter in the grand scheme of things that he didn't see you for a few days? Or even bother trying to talk to you? 

Yeah.

Yeah, it really fucking mattered to you - but were you just being crazy? Was it justified? It felt so to yourself, but maybe you were wrong. Maybe you should just do what he says and make the most of the time that you did have together instead of making a scene on what could be the most important night for your best friend.

Regardless of your feelings for Billy right now, you elicit a sigh with the decision to have fun for Ed's sake. He deserved the best night ever and you weren't going to ruin it. "You're right. Sorry. I guess I just missed you," You clear your throat, the words like acid on your tongue. It just didn't feel right. 

"Aw, she missed me." He teases, sealing your lips with his own in a brief kiss that you begrudgingly return. "How much have you had to drink?" You ask upon pulling back, tasting the burn of it on his tongue and noting the way he swayed as he draped an arm over you. The party hadn't even begun for you all and yet he was seeming like it was the end of a night already. 

"Doesn't matter. It's a party, right?" He snorts, leading you through the front door behind the others.

"Right." You say after a moment. You needed the confirmation for yourself to remind you to have fun, so you begin seeking out the bar with your friends and Billy. The mansion was honestly massive and you knew you could get lost in it if you wanted to; endless rooms of the rich to hang out in and have some fun. 

After a few rounds of shots and a chugged beer, you began to feel better. Your blood was alight with intoxication and the joint Eddie offers you works even more wonders on your tense muscles. The room was actually big enough that it didn't feel too crowded despite how many people were inside, but you were grateful of it. 

The agent Eddie mentioned prior came over at one point and introduced himself, apologising for stealing your friends away for their meeting and leaving you alone with Billy. He seemed sweet if a little snobbish but you figured it was his nature since he was clearly loaded. 

Eddie left you with a peck to your cheek and you wished him luck, patting him on the ass for good measure in your best impression of a coach which has you both laughing.

Billy was glaring into nothingness when you turn back around to him and the expression begins to mirror itself on your own face as he avoids your gaze. "What?"

"Nothing." He grumbles, still not bothering to look at you. Clearly all of the drunken amusement he was feeling earlier had dissipated with the more he drank, you just couldn't understand why. "Obviously it's something." You urge, feeling once again in the wrong when you didn't realise you'd done anything to begin with.

"Holding hands and kissing? Slapping his ass? What's next, he joins us when we're fucking? I know you guys are close but, Jesus, (Y/N), you're making me look like a fucking moron." He gestures an unlit cigarette in the direction Eddie had just walked off in before he sticks it between his lips and lights it, shoulders tense with obvious anger.

"I'm sorry -- what the fuck? You've never had a problem with our friendship before but now because you're drunk it's suddenly an issue?" You were bewildered and defensive because of the suggestion. You'd all hung out so much and the two of you had spoken in depth about your friendship with Eddie. You'd made it abundantly clear that there was nothing other than friendship there so you couldn't get why he was so mad. Was he just looking for a fight?