third person pov:
y/n rolled onto her back and gazed blankly at the dark ceiling, releasing a frustrated sigh.
she was completely restless, hopelessly tossing and turning for hours.
y/n was no stranger to insomnia, she had suffered from frequent bouts of it ever since childhood.
she turned her attention to her girlfriend next to her, who was peacefully sound asleep, a much superior sight than the ceiling.
billie's stunning features were perfectly highlighted by the glimmering moonlight patterns that peaked through the shutters.
with soft snores escaping billie's plush lips, y/n couldn't help herself but quietly lean over to give them a gentle peck, causing billie to let out a small content hum.
y/n smiled to herself, she knew that sleep was not near.
she carefully gets out of bed and successfully escapes the bedroom without waking billie.
she creeps down the hallway, avoiding the parts of the hardwood floor that she knew were particularly creaky.
reaching the bookshelf, she pauses and grabs her partially empty pack of cigarettes and her lighter that she had sneakily hid behind some books.
billie had made her promise to quit and while she had kept that unwanted promise for two weeks, her insomnia was going to make her break it and give into her temptations.
"sorry babe" y/n whispers as she plucks a cigarette from the pack, slotting it between her lips.
y/n made her way to the backyard, perching herself on the chair swing that they had recently bought.
y/n shields the flame as she lights her cigarette.
she inhales deeply, feeling the familiar tingling burn in the back of her throat before exhaling a cloud of smoke into the cool air.
using her foot to rock the swing gently, she runs a hand through her somewhat disheveled hair and leans her heavy head back.
y/n takes another long drag of her cigarette, when all of a sudden she hears the back door open.
"shit" y/n mutters.
"baby?" billie croaks, as she stumbles outside, still half asleep.
y/n hurriedly stubs out her cigarette and attempts to discreetly dispose of it by chucking it into the garden behind her.
y/n knew billie was about to have her ass.
"were you smoking?" billie asks, a frown painting her face.
"no" y/n denies.
billie walks closer, sticking up her button nose and dramatically huffing the air.
y/n pathetically hides her guilty smile.
billie hooks her index finger under y/n's chin, adjusting her head, forcing their eyes to connect.
"look me in my eyes and tell me you weren't smoking" billie demands, raising her eyebrows.
"wasn't doing anything" y/n lies, chewing nervously on her bottom lip.
"you're such a bad liar" billie tuts, shaking her head.
"i'm sorry" y/n laughs, raising her hands up to surrender.
