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Meeting Billie-Panic Attack🌸

Overview: Y/N gets a panic attack during her first time at the Met Gala and Billie comforts her.
Btw this chapter isn't smut, it's basically just how Y/N and Billie met and does contain fluff. Also, Ik Billie wasn't at the Met Gala this year but oh well lol.

"So Y/N, talk me through the look, I must say the dress is gorgeous." 

"Thank you," I smile at the interviewer, smoothing the imaginary creases in my tight gown.  I open my mouth to begin talking about my outfit, but I pause when my eyes find hers in the crowd.

Intoxicating blue-green eyes.
Ocean eyes.

I can't help but examine the rest of her, her long black hair, her full pink lips and her crimson red gown that hugs her figure.

"Holy shit," I breath, not able to look away.

The interviewer laughs, following my gaze. "Yes, Billie looks great tonight doesn't she."

I nod. Great is an understatement.

At the sound of her name, Billie frowns and walks towards us. "I heard my name?" She questions, her eyes tracing my face in a not so subtle way.

"Yes, Y/N was just saying how good you look" the interviewer chuckles.

I blush bright red and attempt to hide my face, silently cursing the interviewer for outing me.

"Is that so?" Billie asks, a sly smirk tugging at her lips. All of a sudden she steps towards me, her breath on my neck as she whispers in my ear. "I must say, you don't look to bad yourself Y/N."

Billie's gaze lingers on my face a second longer before shooting me one final grin and walking away but not before whispering one last thing in my ear. "I'll see you soon mama."

~30 minutes later~

"Over here!" "Look at me Y/N!"

I turn towards the cameras and pose. The red carpet is surrounded by hundreds of photographers all begging for me too glance their way, hundreds of voices clamoring for my attention. 

"Here Y/N! Look at the camera!"

I begin to feel overwhelmed by all the shouting and the crowds and suddenly my dress feels to tight and there's too many people and there's not enough air getting to my lungs.

I panic. Trying to keep my calm while also trying to catch my breath. 

"Easy, Y/n." I hear a voice murmur.

I frown and turn to see Billie close by watching me with a worried expression.

"Just breathe." She whispers under her breath, spinning to show the cameras her dress but to also watch me closely as I resist the urge to run.

"Billie, I need to get out of here. Claustrophobic-" I manage to gasp out.

Too many people, pressing in.

Billie nods, turning back to the cameras and posing for a final time, before glancing my way and exiting the red carpet.

I follow after, my breath coming in short panicked gasps.

Billie leads me out of the event swiftly, careful to avoid the crowds of paparazzi, thirsty to capture photos of the elegantly dressed celebrities.

Finally, the sound of camera flashing and hollering dies down but unfortunately, I still feel like my lungs are being compressed by hundreds of iron fists. 

It's then when I realize where we are.

"Is this...your car?" I frown, nodding at the big black SUV parked in front of us.

Billie nods and opens the passenger side door, gesturing for me to get in. "I think it's for the best if I take you somewhere where you can catch your breath, away from the crowds."

Then, Billie opens the drivers seat and gets in, reclining back on the black leather seats and watching me with her lazy cat eye stare. "Well, are you getting in or what?"

I crack a smile. "My mom told me not to get into cars with strangers."

Billie rolls her eyes. "Baby we ain't strangers, but if you wanna be like that then fine." With a sigh, Billie offers me her hand. "I'm Billie."

"Y/N," I reply shaking her hand with a smirk and sliding into the passenger seat of Billie's SUV.

~10 minutes later~

"Well, we're here." Billie announces, pulling into the carpark of an empty beach.

"Dam Bills, it's beautiful," I breathe admiring the starry sky above us.

Billie grins at me, running her fingers through her jet black hair as she studies me. "Are you feeling better?"

I shrug. "A little, but I'm still feeling a bit on edge from it all."

Billie nods. "Yeah, I totally get it, the first time at one of those things is like hell. But trust me, it'll get better. Hell, I nearly shat my pants the first time I went to something like that." Billie laughs.

I grin, capturing the memory of her laugh in my mind.

Then Billie's expression turns serious. "But seriously dude, are you alright? You really freaked me out before."

I nod. "Yup, I'm a lot better now."

Billie wets her lips with her tongue and pulls them back into a lazy smirk. Then she leans forward and grabs my wrist.

"Are you sure? Because you're hearts beating pretty fast right now..." Billie whispers to me, sending shivers down my spine. "Or is that because of something else?..."  

I lean forward ever so slightly so that Billie and I's lips are a hairsbreadth apart. "I don't know, maybe you should kiss me and find out." I whisper back.

Billie grins even more. "Ooh, Mrs. Confidence. I like it." She teases.

 "Shut up." I blush.

"No." Billie whispers, finally closing the distance between us and kissing me.

I kiss her back passionately, caressing her cheek as she grabs my waist and pulls me on top of her. The kiss deepens and Billie slips her tongue into my mouth, causing me to let out a soft moan.

Finally we both pull away, gasping for breath as a string of saliva connects our lips.

"Holy fuck." I laugh softly in disbelief.

Billie grins at me. "My thoughts exactly. Hey random question, but can I kiss you again?"

"Please." I reply breathlessly.

A/N: Ty for reading, and im sorry if that was bad, im not used to writing stuff like this but anyway a smut chapter coming soon! I'm still trying to get ideas tho so I would be very grateful if you guys could comment some :D 

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