Through the Lens of You | Billie Eilish fanfic

Chapter 14: Taking pictures of you

When I finally arrived at my apartment, my heart was beating at my throat. I opened the door to find Billie standing just inside, her eyes scanning the space as if taking in every detail. The soft glow of the lamps highlighted the framed photographs lining the walls, remnants of my journey—moments I'd captured that felt more personal than anything I'd ever shared.

"Wow,"  she said softly, stepping further inside. "This place feels... like you."

"Thanks, I guess..."  I replied, my voice a little shaky as I closed the door behind me. I took a moment to breathe in the familiarity of my space, also starting to feel the weight of everything that had happened between us in the last few months.

Billie turned to me, her expression serious yet tender. "I'm really glad I came tonight. I wasn't sure if I should."

"I'm glad you did too,"  I said, my heart racing as I tried to find the right words. "It means a lot to have you here."

We stood in silence for a moment, the air charged with a mixture of anticipation and apprehension. Finally, I motioned toward the living room, where I'd arranged some of my favorite photos from the tour. "I wanted to show you something."

As she followed me, I felt a rush of nerves. Each photograph told a story—moments of laughter, exhaustion, joy, and connection. I pointed to one in particular, a candid shot of the crew celebrating after a successful show. "This was a really special night. We all felt so alive."

"I can see that,"  she said, her gaze lingering on the image. "You really captured the energy."

"Yeah, but it was more than just the excitement of the concerts,"  I said, turning to her. "It was the people, the moments we shared... the way everything felt so vibrant and real. It was transformative."

Billie nodded, and for a moment, I thought I saw a flicker of understanding pass between us. "I've missed this. Being around you, talking about the things that matter."

"Me too,"  I admitted, feeling a swell of emotion rise in my chest. "It's been hard without you. I didn't realize how much I needed this connection until it was gone."

She turned to me, her expression softening. "I've been thinking a lot about what happened between us... about the kiss and everything that followed."

My heart raced at the mention of that moment, a bittersweet reminder of the vulnerability we'd both felt. "I've been thinking about it too,"  I said carefully. "I didn't want to complicate things, but it felt so... real."

She took a deep breath as if gathering her thoughts. "It was real for me too, but it scared me. I felt everything I thought I would feel, but it was even bigger. I didn't know how to handle it."

"I get that,"  I replied, feeling a mix of relief and anxiety. "I've felt guilty about it. I didn't want to push you away, but it felt like everything shifted in that moment."

Billie stepped closer, her gaze steady and sincere. "You didn't push me away. I let my fears get the best of me. I didn't want to risk what we had, but I also didn't want to let go."

The air between us felt charged, and I took a step forward, closing the distance. "So what do we do now?"

Her eyes searched mine, and at that moment, I could see a flicker of hope. "I don't want to lose what we've built, Heather. I want to figure this out together."

I felt a weight lift from my shoulders, the tension easing as I realized we were both on the same page. "Then let's take it one step at a time. We can find a way to make this work."

As the words hung in the air between us, a sense of quiet understanding settled in. Billie took a small step closer, her gaze steady on mine. The world outside my apartment faded, leaving just the two of us in this intimate space, the dim light casting a warm glow around us.

At that moment, everything felt right. The lingering tension of our past, the uncertainty of what had happened—it all melted away, replaced by the undeniable connection we shared. I could see it in her eyes, the mix of hope and vulnerability, and I felt a surge of warmth course through me.

Slowly, I reached out, brushing my fingertips against her cheek. Billie leaned into my touch, her eyes fluttering shut for a brief second, and that simple gesture ignited something deep within me. My heart raced as I closed the distance between us, and in one fluid motion, our lips met.

The kiss was soft at first, hesitant, as if we were both testing the waters again after so much time apart. But as we melted into each other, the kiss deepened, becoming more fervent, more alive. I could feel the tightness crackling between us, a tangible force that pulled us closer together.

Billie's hands found their way to my waist, fingers curling gently as she pulled me in, closing any remaining space. I wrapped my arms around the back of her neck, feeling the familiar warmth of her body against mine. The world outside faded entirely; it was just us, enveloped in this bubble of shared history and unspoken desires.

Our kisses grew more passionate, more urgent, as if we were trying to make up for lost time. I felt her heartbeat beneath my fingertips, mirroring my own racing pulse. Each kiss spoke of everything we hadn't said, of the longing and the fear that had kept us apart. But in that moment, it was just about us—two souls finding solace in one another.

As we pulled away, breathless and smiling, I searched her eyes for reassurance. Billie looked at me with a mixture of joy and tenderness, her cheeks flushed. "I've wanted this for so long"  she admitted softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Me too"  I replied, my heart swelling with affection. The weight of everything we'd navigated hung in the air, yet it felt lighter now, like the dawn after a long night.

We moved together naturally, drawn into each other's warmth as if we were two pieces of a puzzle finally falling into place. The light in my apartment glowed softly around us, and I knew that this moment was just the beginning of something new and beautiful.

Between the walls of my living room, amidst photographs and my old cameras laying here and there, we began to explore one another again, our laughter mingling with soft whispers. It felt like we were weaving our own story, one filled with warmth, tenderness, and mutual understanding between two people who had almost zero chances of meeting each other, yet, here we were, alone together, melting in each other's arms.

Every touch was deliberate, every kiss lingering just a moment longer than the last as if we were savoring each second. I traced my fingers along her jawline, feeling the smoothness of her skin, and she leaned into my touch, closing her eyes as if she were lost in the sensation.

She smiled softly, and at that moment, I knew we were both ready to embrace whatever came next.