Through the Lens of You | Billie Eilish fanfic

Chapter 10: Sing for the moment

The next evening, after the concert, I found myself waiting for Billie in a small café near the venue, much like the one we visited back a while ago. My heart raced as I tapped my fingers on the table, anxiety mingling with excitement. When she walked in, her hair slightly damp from the rain pouring outside, she looked like a vision—radiant and real.

"Hey," she greeted, sliding into the seat across from me. "Sorry I'm late. Family shenanigans."

"No worries. I'm just glad we could finally grab this dinner" I replied, feeling a warmth spread through me at the sight of her smile.

As we talked, laughter flowed easily between us. We shared stories about our lives, our passions, and the odd quirks that made us who we were. The more I learned about her, the more I felt drawn in.

Somewhere between bites of food and the sound of music playing softly in the background, I caught a glimpse of her—beyond the star, beyond the whirlwind of tour life. She was just Billie, a girl navigating the complexities of her dreams while finding joy in the little things.

As the evening unfolded, a moment of silence enveloped us, and I felt the familiar tension rising again. Our eyes locked, and the world around us faded into a blur. I took a breath, feeling the weight of everything unsaid hanging in the air.

"Billie," I began, but the words faltered on my lips, hesitant to disrupt the fragile atmosphere between us.

She leaned in slightly, her gaze intense, a silent question lingering in the space between us.

As I gathered the courage to speak, the café around us seemed to fade, there were just the two of us suspended in time. The anticipation of what I was about to say felt overwhelming, so I hesitated, feeling the weight of vulnerability press against my chest like a vice. My head swam with a mix of exhilaration and anxiety, and for a fleeting moment, the urge to abandon this moment and change the subject entirely flashed through my mind.

But before I could speak, Billie reached out, her fingers brushing against mine. The warmth of her touch sent a shiver down my spine, and I could feel the electric connection between us. "You can tell me anything," she whispered, her voice soft yet steady.

With her encouragement, I took a deep breath and plunged into the conversation. "I've been... thinking a lot about what we talked about. You know, about us..."

Billie's gaze remained locked on mine, those deep pale-blue eyes again, the intensity of her expression unwavering. "Yeah? Me too."

The rush of nerves mixed with excitement coursed through me. "I guess I just... I don't want to complicate things. I mean, your life is so busy, and I'm not.. not sure how to fit into it."

She leaned in closer, her voice firm but gentle. "You're not just an afterthought, Heather. You're part of this experience for me. You make it different. You see things in a way I don't."

Her words sent a thrill through me, and I took a breath, trying to steady my racing heart. "I'm just... scared of what it all means. What if this doesn't work out? I don't want to... to lose what we have and..."

Billie reached out again, her fingers intertwining with mine, and the warmth of her touch sent sparks through my skin. "We'll figure it out. I want to explore this, to see where it leads us. We don't have to rush, but I don't want to let this slip away."

I felt the weight of her words settle between us, a promise wrapped in uncertainty. The air was thick with possibility, and I couldn't help but lean closer, the space between us shrinking as we both held our breaths.

As the conversation continued, I began to feel lighter, the tension transforming into something hopeful. The prospect of what lay ahead became clearer, and for the first time, I could envision a path that crossed our lives.

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The following days passed in a blur of anticipation, each concert electrifying yet tinged with a sense of longing. The thrill of being in the middle of it all was undeniable, but my thoughts continually drifted back to Billie and that unfinished conversation at the café. Just as our connection felt poised to deepen, the tour schedule exploded into chaos, leaving us with little time to get back to what lingered between us. As I poured myself into my photography project, capturing the vibrant essence of life on tour, the images began to reflect not only the excitement of the shows but also the swirling emotions that begged to be acknowledged. I felt a growing anxiety, yearning for another moment alone with Billie, desperate to finish the thought we'd begun.

After a concert in San Francisco, I found myself standing backstage, reviewing the photos I'd taken. Each shot told a story—the way the lights danced across the stage, the euphoric faces of fans, and the candid moments shared between the crew. But what struck me the most were the pictures of Billie. In every frame, she radiated passion and intensity, and I was drawn to the spark in her eyes that seemed to connect us.

Later that evening, I waited in the green room for Billie, my heart racing as I replayed our last conversation in my mind. I could feel the weight of the unspoken words hovering between us, each passing moment amplifying my nerves. When she finally walked in, her hair slightly tousled and a glow of satisfaction lingering from the show, my breath caught in my throat.

"Hello, stranger" she greeted, a smile breaking across her face, instantly brightening the room.

"Hey" I managed to reply, my voice steadier than I felt.

We settled onto a worn-out couch, the atmosphere charged with a tension that made it hard to focus. I could feel my heart pounding as I searched for the right words, the ones that would bridge the gap between friendship and something more.

As I opened my mouth to speak, the moment hung heavily between us. Billie leaned in closer, her breath mingling with mine, and suddenly, the world outside the green room vanished. It was as if time stood still, and everything around us faded into a gentle blur.

I felt that post-performance heat radiating from her, drawing me in like gravity, and without thinking, I closed the distance between us. Our lips met softly, and it was electric—a tentative brush that ignited something deep within me. The kiss felt both thrilling and terrifying, like a spark that had finally found its match. Her lips were warm and slightly parted, inviting and hesitant all at once.

For a fleeting moment, the world seemed to dissolve around us, leaving just the two of us in our own universe. I could taste the subtle sweetness of the chocolate she still held, mingling with the warmth of her breath, it was intoxicating.

As the kiss deepened, I felt her hand slip to the back of my neck, pulling me closer, and urging me to surrender to the moment. I responded instinctively, my fingers threading through her hair, feeling the softness of it against my skin. Everything that had been building between us—the late-night conversations, the stolen glances, the laughter shared—culminated in this singular, beautiful moment.

But just as quickly as it began, she pulled back, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her face. "I... I didn't expect that" she whispered, her voice trembling slightly.

"I'm sorry," I rushed out, panic creeping in. "I didn't mean to overwhelm you."

She shook her head, taking a deep breath as her gaze dropped to her hands. "It's not that... I just—everything feels so intense right now."

Before I could respond, she stood up, her expression shifting to one of distress. "I need a moment" she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, and with that, she left the room, leaving me sitting on the couch, my heart racing and my mind swirling with confusion.