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Summary: You and Billie keep a secret relationship until an encounter with a paparazzi prompts you to make it public.
Warnings: nothing
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You lay in Billie's bed, scrolling on your phone while simultaneously listening to her work on her new album. You looked through your tagged posts on Instagram, stumbling upon edits of you and Billie. The suspicions and rumors of you and her dating were funny, even if they were actually true.
As badly as you wanted to repost some of the cutest edits, you couldn't. You and Bill had agreed on keeping the two of you a secret for the sake of your careers.
You crawled out of bed and stood up, wearing one of Billie's largest shirts. It was funny, as it nearly touched your knees. You stood behind her, wrapping your arms around her neck and showing her a few of the edits you had found.
A small smile grew on her face as she observed. "If only they knew," she said, placing a kiss on your lips.
You sighed dramatically. "When can we tell everyone? I feel so bad lying to our fans." You were an artist too. Billie had asked you to collaborate on a song with her, and that's how you two met. You quickly fell for each other, being inseparable ever since. "They deserve the truth."
Billie agreed with you. "Yeah, we can announce us soon. I think we'll be okay."
Your face lit up, making Billie's heart beat slightly faster. "Really?!"
"Yes, mama." You smiled, peppering kisses all over her face. "I was planning on leaking a clip from one of the songs. I'll leak the one about you to prepare everyone. They can have their suspicions for a while."
"I like that idea." You kissed her neck before laying back down on the bed.
You decided to leave not long after. You had your own music to work on as well. You shut and locked her front door before walking out to your car. You had just taken her shirt with you, not bothering to take it off before you left. You started your car and sped home.
When you got home, you realized the serious mistake you had made. You sat on your couch and opened Instagram to discover the paparazzi photos from not even an hour ago. You panicked, wondering how they got those photos up so fast.
You stared at yourself in the post. There you were, standing on Billie's porch in her clothes. The caption read, 'Y/n coming out of Billie's house in Billie's clothes?! 😯' You cringed at the text.
You rolled your eyes as you screenshotted it and sent it to Billie. She read the message almost immediately and began typing.
Bil 🫶🏻: Nah.
You : Should we be worried?
Bil 🫶🏻: People can think whatever they want, IDRC.
Bil 🫶🏻: And yk I plan to reveal us soon, sooo...
You : Yeah, you're right.
Bil 🫶🏻: Just adding to the suspense, baby. ;)
And that's what you went with. Everyone began reposting the photo of the two of you. It made you anxious. Over the next week or so, the hype began to die down.
You and Billie snuck out late on a warm Tuesday night and went to dinner.
It was a small, family-owned restaurant about 20 minutes away from all the drama of downtown. It was the safest place you and Billie knew.
A small lady immediately seated you and Bill. Billie relaxed into the chair across from you. "So," she began.
"So?" you asked, intrigued by how she was starting her statement. You impatiently tapped your finger on the glass of water in front of you.
"I want you to be with me whenever I leak the song, and I wanna do it tonight." Her leg shook.
The lady came back over to take your orders, unknowingly interrupting the conversation. The two of you hurriedly ordered your food.
"Are you asking me to stay the night?" you smiled teasingly.
"Well, obviously I am, ma. Fuck, I want you to stay over every night." She grinned back.
"I would if I could," you leaned across the table and pecked her lips. "You know that."
She hummed. "Maybe we should make that a reality as soon as all of this bullshit is over."
You giggled, watching as she fidgeted with your hand that was lying on the table. "I'd love that."
"Then it's a plan."
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Billie lay next to you in her plush bed. You watched her phone carefully as she prepared the clip from her song *Lunch.* Billie didn't want to leak too much, of course.
You became more anxious by the second, and watching Billie work didn't help at all. You opened Twitter to distract yourself. A post you had been tagged in caught your eye. It stated: 'Has anyone noticed @y/n.l/n is liking a bunch of posts about her and @billieeilish???!!??! Is it just me?!?!'
You soon realized Twitter wouldn't help, either. You gave up, cuddling up closer to Billie and went back to watching what she was doing on her phone.
A moment later, she sighed. "Okay, you ready?" You could feel anxiety bubbling under her skin. Of course, it wasn't the actual announcement, but that didn't mean you weren't slightly terrified. You nodded. "It's posted."
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Two weeks passed, and the internet was buzzing with speculations. Billie gave you permission to tease the announcement as well. You and she both wanted as much suspense as possible. You reposted a few edits, as well as a selfie of you with a song of Billie's playing in the background.
The day Billie wanted to announce your relationship, she woke you up early and took you to get coffee. Sitting in the parking lot of Starbucks, Billie pulled up her favorite photo of the two of you together.
You watched, anxiously sipping your coffee as she moved the photo to Instagram. It was an old photo, it must've been at least 3 years old. She still had her blonde hair, and yours was a shade of rusty red. She held your face as she kissed your cheek, while you held a bright smile on your face. She included a few other photos to make a small collage, specifically ominous photos from dates you had been on. You were in a lot of them, of course.
She gripped your hand tightly as she typed the caption with her other hand. 'The love of my life ❤️🩹.' It read. She posted it with no hesitation.
She moved her hand to your knee and leaned over to kiss you. "It's done. Are you feeling okay?" Her voice was soft and soothing, almost like a lullaby.
You smiled. "Absolutely."
The comments flooded immediately. Everyone was screaming their congratulations and compliments. You scrolled through the first thousand or so, and 99% of them were positive. Your heart was nearly beating out of your chest. You sighed, realizing it was finally done, and you could post about Billie as you wished.
