You're Mine // WLW

Ouch, That Hurts

  published 10/14/24

TW: ED

I've always admired Billie. If im being quite honest, that admiration has always carried with it the weight of a fiery crush. I can't pinpoint exactly what it is about that woman that makes my heart skip a beat. Maybe it's her beautiful smile that seems to light up from the inside out, or maybe it's her mischievous flirty eyes that make you feel like you're in on some inside joke. Maybe it's the way she can be playful and goofy one moment, yet command the room effortlessly the next.

Or maybe it's simply everything. The way she carries herself with unapologetic confidence. It's the way her voice lingers like a melody long after she stops speaking, and the way her clothes always seem to be an extension of her taste—sometimes baggy and carefree, other times sleek and daring. Whatever it is, Billie isn't just someone you admire from a distance. She's the kind of person who gets under your skin, making you wonder if your admiration could ever be something more.

She's the kind of person who'll playfully tease you, her words laced with a flirtatious edge, leaving you wondering if there's something more or if she's just enjoying the game.

And trust me, if she ever decided to flirt with me, I'd fall in an instant. No hesitation. One glance with those ocean eyes, one sly smile, and I'd be wrapped around her finger.

I felt my eyes begin to flutter, tugging me out of the warm cocoon of sleep. Blinking through the haze of lingering dreams of my future. I squinted at the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, trying to make sense of my surroundings. The room slowly came into focus, and I let out a small breath of relief. I was still here, in the same hotel room where I'd crash last night, right where I left myself. Although it should be Billie's bed.

Last night was amazing. The crowd was just impeccable. I've had so many great shows, but LA brought the heat. What an unforgettable night.

"Good morning y/n" I heard my mom say with her infamous smile.

"Good morning, Mom." I said, my voice still groggy as I rubbed my eyes. I hadn't even noticed her sitting there at the desk, quietly sipping her coffee and scrolling through her phone.

"How'd you sleep?" She asked, her tone light, but there was something in her eyes; like she was waiting for me to say something.

"Pretty well actually. Last night's show was unreal. I can still feel its energy." I replied, stretching my arms above my head.

"You were amazing last night," she said, her smile widening. "But then again, you always are."

"Thanks, Mom." I smiled back. There was a slight tension in the air. I knew she was proud of me, she always has been, but there was something unspoken between us. Maybe it was the constant whirlwind of touring, or maybe it was the fact that I was holding back so much. Like Billie, for example.

"Anything planned for today?" she asked casually, but her gaze lingered on me as if she knew something I didn't.

"Not much mom, I know Max wanted to go over Coachella. That seems about it, but you never know what the day brings." I said in thought.

"Coachella huh? That's a big deal." she said with her tone light but her eyes searching mine. "Just remember to enjoy yourself. It's easy to get lost in all the hustle."

"I know, mom. I'll try to keep that in mind." I replied, though I felt the familiar pressure building in my chest. This was my chance to shine on one of the biggest stages in the world, and I couldn't afford to slip up.