You knew me already?//Billie Eilish

your friend

August 27th:

-Lisa's pov-

I left the office around 11 a.m. and went home to pack everything I'd need for the next few days in London. I carefully planned my outfits to look good when I met everyone. I was nervous about that already. I charged all my devices so they would last for the whole train ride. I knew I wouldn't get much sleep because the train seats never are very comfortable.

Later, I went for a run outside of the city. When I returned home, I cooked up some Zoodles and made a simple pasta recipe using tomato sugo and ricotta since my fridge was pretty empty before the trip. After lunch, I took a shower and relaxed on my couch in the living room.

I spent an hour scrolling through TikTok, waiting for the time to pass before finally heading to the train station. Then, Max texted me.

Around 9 p.m., I texted Billie, saying I would leave in about an hour, and told her how excited I was to see her again. She didn't reply, but I'm used to her not being fast with responses, so I just left it at that.

When the time finally came, I headed to the train station, connected my Air Pods Max, turned up the volume, and listened to Mardy Bun by the Arctic Monkeys, which perfectly matched my mood.

My train was scheduled to leave at 10:30 p.m., and since I was hungry, I decided to grab some fries from McDonald's. I also bought a cheese-filled bread roll for breakfast the next day, although I would have preferred one of my mom's homemade lunch packages. I then realized that I was 22 years old and had to manage on my own. What a bummer.

The train arrived on time, but finding my seat took me a moment. I asked the conductor for assistance, and he informed me that my ticket was for the night compartment, where I had a small private room with a bed.

I was thrilled about that, as it meant I could get some sleep and not feel tired when I arrived. Billie must have gotten me that upgrade to make the trip more comfortable. Cute.

August 28th:

I ate the bread roll I brought with me for breakfast. When we arrived at Paris Gare Du Nord, I navigated the confusing train station and asked a local for directions, which I was very proud of since I could use my five years of French learning effectively. (I still sucked.) Feeling like a native speaker, I boarded the second train with approximately 2.5 hours remaining.

I arrived in London at 2 o'clock and had no idea where the driver would pick me up, so I just waited at the exit.

Eventually, I spotted a man holding up a sign with my name, and I went up to greet him. He carried my weekender bag, to the car, a Mercedes Vitro, and I became increasingly nervous and excited to see Billie.

During the car ride, I carefully observed the city, recognizing most landmarks since I had been to London several times. I engaged in small talk with the driver, whose name was Bobby. I had to smile because of the coincidence. Bobby is taking me to my Bobby. lol. 

I sent Billie another text to let her know I was already with the driver and heading to the hotel. I still needed to find out the hotel we were going to, though. After some time, the car stopped at Hyde Park. A considerable crowd, primarily girls and paparazzi, had gathered in front of the hotel already.

The driver apologized, saying, "I'm sorry for the inconvenience, miss. We have a celebrity staying with us tonight."

I replied, "Oh, it's alright. They'll just be disappointed once they see I'm the one stepping outside the van."

"Believe me, you should be happy that you have nothing to do with fame. It's exhausting," he commented.

"Yeah, I guess so."

The driver then carried my bag inside and accompanied me to the reception. After gathering my passport and having me sign a document, a dark-haired lady told me she had been informed about my arrival and would await my friend's arrival before taking me to my room.

While waiting, I checked my phone multiple times but have not received a reply from Billie.

I decided to start answering some emails on my laptop. After an hour, I texted Billie again, asking for an update on her arrival time. As it was already 3:30 p.m., I eventually decided to call her, but she didn't answer. I grew a bit annoyed and increasingly hungry. The crowds outside has grown bigger as more people anticipated Billie's arrival.

I approached the receptionist once more, inquiring about any updates on my friend. She assured me that her plane had landed 30 minutes ago and wouldn't be much longer.

In the meantime, I went to the bathroom to freshen up and do a little glam session since I wasn't looking my best. I also started to worry about how Zoe and Dante would react to me after our last encounter in Portugal.

At around 4:15 p.m., the crowd outside grew restless, and camera flashes started going off. I assumed Billie was about to arrive, but it turned out to be a false alarm as a random businessman exited the exact van I had arrived in earlier.

The receptionist approached me again, accompanied by a concierge who took my bag. She apologized for the delay and informed me it was time to take me to my room. How did Billie even get in here?

I felt relieved to finally leave the lobby and quickly logged the time I worked, packed up my laptop, and joined her on the elevator. The receptionist tried to make small talk, asking if I had been bored while waiting. I smiled and mentioned that I had some work to do, blabla. I only cared about one thing, and that was seeing Billie.

As we exited the elevator and walked down a long corridor, the receptionist knocked on the last door, and Billie answered seconds later, letting us in. The concierge entered to drop off the bags, and Billie and I embraced each other tightly.

"Bobby!" I squeaked.

"I missed you so much.", she replied, hugging me even tighter.

While we were still hugging, the receptionist gently cleared her throat, reminding us of her presence. She assured us that we shouldn't hesitate to reach out if we needed anything. 

With that, she left, and I took a moment to admire the nicely decorated hotel room. The large windows offered a direct view of Hyde Park, and there was a spacious king-size bed and a big sofa. The black tile bathroom wasn't quite my aesthetic, but it was still roomy and featured a large walk-in shower and a bathtub in front of a glass window.

As Billie closed the door, we locked eyes from a short distance. Smiling uncontrollably, we stood there, simply staring at each other.

Suddenly, Billie sprinted towards me, jumped, and knocked me onto the bed. Laughter filled the room. Buried in each other's arms, she whispered, "I missed you, I missed you, I missed you," and planted kisses all over my face.

When she finally stopped, she looked at me, slightly concerned.

"I'm so sorry for making you wait, Lisa. I got mobbed at the airport, and then our car was blocked, and everything just took us sooo much longer than expected," Billie explained. "Are you hungry? Did you eat today? Want me to order something from room service?"

"I'm starving, but I think I'll have dessert first," I replied with a smirk. 

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