This Means War // Billy Hargrove x Reader

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

It was too warm when you wake up, stirring slightly at first and grumbling against the knowledge you weren't asleep anymore. It was the best nights sleep you'd had in all too long and you weren't remotely willing to part with it.

But like all good things, it had to come to an end. The warmth was stifling and as you finally peek one eye open and peer down, you notice the source is the hunk of abs and blonde hair sprawling across your aching form. 

Billy's face was nuzzled against your neck, his arm slumped over your midsection and his leg covering your own. You were ensnared in his unconscious grasp and you didn't mind as all. You relax back into it, sighing softly in contentment as a fraction of a smile hitches up the corners of your mouth. You hadn't taken him to be a cuddler, but he was surprising you more and more each moment you spent with him so you just added it to the list of things you were learning about him.

A list you kept secret even from yourself most of the time. If you kept finding out things like this, you might end up liking him and that would be ... Well, catastrophic, to be honest. For you, not him. 

Getting attached meant setting yourself up for hurt and if there was one thing you definitely knew about Billy after witnessing his string of flings over the time you knew him -- it was that you knew he wasn't looking for anything with feelings or emotions or any of that sappy bullshit. You weren't sure you were looking for that either with how chaotic life was shaping up to be for you. 

Regardless of that; for now, while he snoozed, you figure you could take a moment to just relax and enjoy the time spent with him asleep on you. 

He twitches every so often, thick lashes fluttering against the arch of your throat as he travels through whatever dream he was having. His fingertips stretch out and then relax again, though when they brush against your wrist, he takes hold of it, long fingers gently draping around the joint. 

Your own hand smooths over his back, the warm dips and curves of his shoulder blades and then further up into his hair, where you absently run your fingers through it while staring up at the ceiling. When your breathing slows once more, you're close to falling back into that peaceful sleep you'd been torn from when Billy jolts himself awake, breath frantic and eyes darting around in a panic. "Get off me--" He exclaims, though it seemed to be at some invisible force instead of you considering he hadn't seemed to even register your presence yet.

"Hey, sorry -- Didn't mean to wake you." You offer a small and apologetic smile which doesn't go unnoticed as Billy finally looks at you, blue pools calming as they take in your features. His breath calms as well after a few quick huffs and he rolls away from you having suddenly noticed he was smothering you. You fight the urge to drag him back, the coolness of his absence felt to your core. 

"It wasn't you. Don't worry about it." His tone was gruff as he rolls onto his back and runs a hand over his features, rubbing the sleep from his eyes before they pin onto you once more. "Bad dream." He explains further, and you couldn't resist the pang of compassion that hit your stomach at that. The depth of the fear in his eyes when he first woke up resembled pure terror. You could only imagine where his mind had drifted in his sleep, what his brain was showing him when he had no control.

"Oh..." Is all you can think to say, not wishing to pry any further but not knowing how else to fill the void of your unspoken questions. He doesn't seem to mind though, simply looking you over for a long moment before a sleepy smile creeps up his lips, eyes blinking slowly up at you. "Good morning. How you feelin'?"

"Pretty good, but I haven't tried to stand up yet." You joke, trying to clear some of the residual tension in the air and making him chuckle softly in the process. "You'll be fine." He snorts, a playful roll of his eyes being sent your way as he nudges your forearm with the backs of his fingers, "Hungry? I can make you some breakfast."

There was that irritating tingle in your chest again, the one you'd been trying to bury every time he said something remotely nice to you. Were you that far gone? That even sweet words had you blushing like a little shy school girl?

It was self-care that caused the rejection, though you soften your voice as best you can. "That's okay. I should probably, umm.. Get home to be honest. My parents will wonder where I am." Not  true - they didn't really notice where you were at any point, the three of you having a tendency to jet off and never spend much time at home. But you were sore all over and in desperate need of a shower and some fresh clothes, so the excuse would have to work. 

He nods to himself and then clears his throat, "Sure, of course. Want a ride?" He asks, and pushes up to stand from the bed, long limbs stretching out. His hair was a nest of tangled curls, eyes still desperately trying to stay open and lips still resting in that same sleepy smile he kept sending your way. 

Fuck, he looks good in the morning. You think to yourself, not realising you were staring until he'd already noticed it himself, features shifting into amusement as he plants his hands to his hips and arches a brow down at you, "Or maybe you want to stay for seconds first?"

"Shut up." Your cheeks heat and you turn away from him to stand from the bed yourself and grab your clothes which littered the floor. "A ride would be great."

You were distracted, and he uses it to cross the distance and come up behind you, hands moving over your hips to your stomach and holding you to him from behind, his chest to your back as he trails slow kisses along your shoulder. "What kinda ride are we talking about?"

"You're disgusting." You snort, unable to mask the amusement at how he'd turned your words once more, "A car ride. Please."

"I'm not disgusting, just insatiable." He comments between kisses, turning you around in his arms and lowering his head to gently place his lips on your own, mumbling against them. "But fine, get dressed. I'll take you home. Eventually."

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Your heart was hammering in your chest the whole drive home, unable to articulate a single word to fill the void between you. Billy hadn't tried either, just drove quietly as his fingertips tapped along to the tune of whatever song was playing on the radio. 

He seemed entirely unphased throughout the entirety of your freak-out, which only made you freak out more. Just sat there with that echo of a smile on his lips and an unfamiliar softness to his eyes the entire time. Screw him and how handsome he was, and how your heart leapt when you looked at him.

One wild night -- well, one more -- with him and suddenly you were whipped? Oh, hell no. You knew what to expect when he dropped you off, the speech of how he'd call you soon, or how he had a great time, blah blah blah... and then move onto the next. You were preparing for it the whole time he drove and as he's finally pulling onto your street, you figured the best thing you can do is to beat him to the punch so you didn't feel so gross once it was over.

You had a great time, as did he. But it was better to not let those strings get attached and just leave it at that.

"I had a great time. Again." You clear your throat and watch as his smile grows at that, "Thanks for the ride."

"No problem, umm do you--"

"I guess I'll see you at school?" You blurt out as he pulls to a stop, cutting off whatever he was about to say. He turns in his seat to face you, blonde brows creasing ever so slightly as he regards you closely. "At school?"

"Yeah. After break is over... Assuming you're planning on coming back to school?" The light laugh you force does nothing to hide the awkwardness to your tone. His tongue dances over his bottom lip in contemplation as he pauses to think before his response, brows relaxing once more as he turns back to look out of the windshield. 

"Right. See you at school."