In The Crowd - B.E.

Chapter Six - Y/n

"And where the hell have you been?" Liam asks me as I walk through the door of my hotel room. I roll my eyes.

"What's it to you?" I ask him.

"Hey, there's no need for the attitude. I'm just asking a simple question," he states.

"Sure," I say sarcastically. "I'm sure that since both you and Michael are in here, Gianna already told you where I was." I looked at her, and she looked away.

"Yeah, you were with Miss. Billie Eilish." Michael says with a smile on his face. Oh, my God.

"Yeah, how the hell did you end up going out with her?" Liam asks.

"Because she had something of mine, and I had to get it back," I explained.

"How the hell did she end up with something that's yours?" Liam asked.

"You sure do ask a lot of questions for someone who's an idiot," I tell him. "When Gia and I went out yesterday, we ran into Billie. I, however, quite literally ran into Billie, and I guess as we were picking all of our stuff up, something of mine ended up in her bag." I told him. Liam rolled his eyes. "What? Do you not believe me?"

"No, not really, because how does something like that just so happen to happen," he says. What?

"I don't know, man. Weird shit happens all the time, and it makes no sense but it's still fucking happened. But why is what I do and where I'm going and what happens to me any of your business?"

"Because I care about you, and I want you safe, and I like to know where you are." This motherfucker.

"Well, could you please start worrying about yourself? I'm a big girl and I can take care of myself, thank you." I told him, and he didn't say anything else. He just got up and left the room.

"You didn't have to be mean to him, Y/n," Gia says.

"He deserves it at this point. I don't know what else to do with him," I told her. Neither she nor Michael said anything.

-

"We should start getting our stuff packed," Gai said.

"But we don't leave until tomorrow tonight. We have so much time to be able to do that. Besides, I've kept my stuff all neat and always put things back into my bag." I told her.

"Well, not all of us are clean like you," she said. I rolled my eyes and looked back at my phone. "You know, you never told me about what happened today. You were gonna a while. What were you guys doing?"

"Well, she offered to buy us coffee and then we sat and we talked for a little bit and then people started realizing that it was Billie Eilish and she wanted to leave before the paparazzi came and then I guess we went for a walk, and then she walked me back here," I explained to her. She had a smile on her face.

"That's all?"

"Yes? I mean, what else would we be doing?" I asked and looked back at her. I immediately knew what she meant by the look on her face. "Ew, oh, my God. I can't believe you. That's disgusting." She laughed.

"I'm kidding. I'm kidding. Kind of," she mumbled. I didn't say anything. "I did hear her say you could text her anytime, though." I smiled thinking about that. I can't believe she said that. "So, are you gonna text her?"

"I don't know. I really don't think I should. She may have offered it, but I don't think she really meant it." I told her.

"What? Are you kidding? If someone famous says you can text them, I think that means you can text them. If I were you, I would."

"Well, that's because you're weird and crazy,"

"No, it's because I'm not a pussy."

"There's no need to be so mean to me," I said in a pouty voice and she smacked the back of my head. "Ow! What the fuck?"

"I'm gonna finish packing the things I need," she said and walked away.

I opened Instagram and opened the chat between Bille and me. Should I really text her? Is that even a good idea? I really don't think she actually meant it. I debate it for another couple of minutes before I turn my phone off. I don't think I'll text her. It'd be weird. I've met Bille Eilish. What more can I ask from life?

-

We're at dinner right now, enjoying our last night in Los Angeles. Their all having a great time and don't get me wrong I am too but I don't wanna go back to fucking Seattle. Like I love it but LA is where I grew up. I love it here. And I guess Michael noticed I was upset because he asked about it.

"Hey, Y/n, what's up?" He whispered to me. I just shook my head and looked away from him. "No, don't do that. You look upset. What's up? Talk to me." I sighed.

"I just don't wanna go back. LA is where I grew up. I'm really happy here." I told her.

"Yeah, I get it but your family is back in Seattle. And besides, I thought you were looking at colleges in LA?" He asked.

"Yeah, but I'm planning on taking a year off from school between high school and college," I said.

"And you come back and visit within that year, too. Can't you?" I shrugged.

"I guess," I mumbled. "I guess I'm just upset about leaving now. I don't want to leave at all." He nodded.

"Yeah, I get it. But we leave tomorrow night so prepare yourself for that. Also, we came here to have a good time and we had it. You got to go see Billie Eilish like you've always wanted. And then not only did you run into her the next day and get pictures with her and got to talk to her, the next day you spent like two hours with her all because of a lost necklace. I'd say that's a win for you." He said and I laughed. He's right. I did more than what a lot of people get to do.

"Yeah, I guess," I said and he hugged me.

"I'm always here for you, Y/n." He said and pulled away.

"Thanks," I mumbled.

"Oh, and," he leaned closer to me. "You should 100% text Billie." I rolled my eyes.

"Oh, my God!. Shut the fuck up!" I said hit him. He laughed. I can't believe these people. I will not be texting Billie Eilish. These people got me fucked up.