CHIHIRO | Billie Eilish

Chapter 33: Disrespect

Billie's POV

I sat in our living room, the soft hum of Los Angeles traffic outside a comforting background noise. The past month had been a whirlwind of music, interviews, and public appearances, but having Nayla by my side made it all worthwhile. She was curled up next to me, her head resting on my shoulder as we watched a movie on the TV.

"How are you feeling about today?" Nayla asked, her voice soft and soothing.

I glanced down at her, a small smile tugging at my lips. "Nervous, but I'm always nervous before these things."

She reached up and gently stroked my cheek. "You're going to be amazing, as always."

Her words were a balm to my anxious mind. I couldn't help but admire her calm and steady presence. Nayla had a way of grounding me, making everything seem less daunting. Her dark hair framed her face perfectly, and her eyes were filled with such warmth and understanding. I often found myself getting lost in those eyes, finding a sense of peace I rarely felt anywhere else.

"Thanks, love," I murmured, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

She smiled, her cheeks flushing slightly. "You'd manage, but I'm glad you don't have to."

I chuckled softly, feeling a surge of affection for this incredible woman beside me. "You always know just what to say."

Nayla laughed lightly. "I've had some practice."

We sat there in comfortable silence for a moment, simply enjoying each other's presence. The movie played on, but my mind was already drifting to the upcoming interview. The media had been relentless ever since we went public with our relationship. I had warned Nayla about the possibility of intrusive questions, but she was determined to face it head-on.

"Are you sure you're ready for this?" I asked, my concern evident in my voice.

She nodded confidently. "I'm ready. We've got each other, and that's all we need."

Her unwavering support filled me with a renewed sense of courage. I took a deep breath, feeling a bit more prepared for whatever the day would bring.

The studio lights were blinding as we walked onto the set of the talk show. The host greeted us warmly, but I could sense the underlying tension. This interview was going to be one of those that tried to dig deeper into our private lives than I was comfortable with.

"Billie, Nayla, it's wonderful to have you here," the host said, gesturing for us to take our seats. "There's been a lot of buzz about your relationship. How have you two been handling all the public attention?"

I squeezed Nayla's hand under the table, offering her a reassuring smile before turning to the host. "It's been an adjustment, but we're taking it one day at a time. We're just focused on supporting each other and staying grounded."

The host nodded, leaning in slightly. "That's good to hear. Speaking of support, Billie, you've always been open about your music being a form of self-expression. How has Nayla influenced your work?"

I felt Nayla's grip tighten slightly, a subtle sign of her nerves. "Nayla has been my rock. Her presence in my life has brought a new depth to my music. She inspires me every day."

Nayla blushed, and I couldn't help but smile at her. She was my muse, in more ways than one.

The interview continued smoothly until the host decided to delve into more personal territory. "Billie, you've often been private about your sexuality. Would you mind sharing more about that?"

I took a deep breath, ready for this moment. "I've been in love with girls my whole life, but I just didn't understand — until, last year, I realized I wanted my face in a vagina."