Haunted Melodies - Billie Eilish Story

Blind to love

Blind to love

The soft, peaceful quiet of the studio enveloped Y/N as they lay on the couch, Billie still curled up next to them, her head resting comfortably on their shoulder. It was strange, but not unwelcome—feeling so close to someone after everything. There had been a time when the idea of letting anyone in was terrifying, but Billie and Finneas had slowly, carefully broken down those walls.

Finneas, sitting across from them on the armchair, couldn’t hide the faint smirk pulling at the corners of his lips. His guitar lay forgotten on his lap, and his eyes were fixed on Billie, who was clearly in her own world, subtly playing with Y/N’s fingers.

Billie shifted slightly, her fingers brushing against Y/N’s hand again, this time more deliberate. "You know," she said, her voice soft and a little teasing, "we make a good team, don’t we?"

Y/N chuckled, not thinking much of the comment. “Yeah, I guess we do.”

Finneas’s smirk grew, barely containing a laugh at the interaction. Billie’s tone, the way she was curled so naturally into Y/N—it was obvious to anyone paying attention. Anyone except Y/N, apparently.

Billie wasn’t subtle. Not to Finneas, anyway. She had been dropping hints, sending little looks Y/N’s way for weeks now. The way she touched them, the lingering glances, the smiles that held a little more than just friendship. But Y/N… Y/N seemed blissfully unaware of any of it.

Y/N shifted slightly, careful not to disturb Billie too much. “Honestly, I don’t know how I’d have gotten through these last few days without you two. It’s been… a lot.”

Billie smiled, but there was something deeper behind it. "That’s what we’re here for. I told you, I’m not letting you go through anything alone anymore."

Y/N nodded, grateful but still oblivious to the way Billie’s gaze lingered on them, her fingers still lightly playing with theirs.

Finneas leaned back in his chair, one eyebrow raised, trying not to outright laugh at how completely blind Y/N was to Billie’s obvious affection. He caught Billie’s eye and gave her a knowing look, which she returned with an exasperated roll of her eyes, though a hint of a smile tugged at her lips. She was patient, but even she had her limits when it came to subtlety.

“So, Y/N…” Billie began, her voice taking on a playful edge, “what do you think about… us?”

Y/N blinked, confused for a second. “Us?” They repeated. “Like, the song? Or…?”

Finneas snorted quietly, hiding his face behind his hand as if to shield himself from the absurdity of the situation.

Billie let out a soft, almost affectionate sigh, clearly holding back laughter. “No, Y/N, I mean… us.” She tilted her head, giving them a look that should have been crystal clear.

But Y/N, in all their sincerity and obliviousness, smiled awkwardly, clearly not getting the hint. “Well, I mean… yeah, we’re a good team. We work well together.”

Finneas couldn’t help it. He let out a low, barely-contained laugh, his shoulders shaking as he tried to keep it quiet, but Billie shot him a look that could’ve set the room on fire. “What?” he asked innocently, still grinning. “This is… honestly painful to watch.”

“What’s painful?” Y/N asked, now looking between the two of them, utterly confused.

Billie’s face softened as she looked back at Y/N, her expression shifting from amused to something a bit more tender. “It’s nothing,” she said softly, her voice gentle as she squeezed their hand just a little tighter. “Finneas is just being a pain. Don’t worry about it.”

Y/N’s brow furrowed, clearly still not getting the subtext, and Finneas gave Billie a look that screamed just tell them already. But Billie only smiled to herself, leaning her head back against Y/N’s shoulder, content to let the moment linger for a while longer.

The silence that followed wasn’t uncomfortable, but it held an unspoken tension—at least, for Billie. Y/N, however, remained oblivious, their mind too focused on the warmth and comfort of the moment to see the deeper emotions swirling beneath the surface.

But Finneas saw it. He saw the way Billie’s gaze lingered on Y/N, saw the way her fingers continued to brush against their hand. He saw the small sigh of contentment that escaped her lips as she lay there, close enough to Y/N to feel the steady rhythm of their heartbeat. And he saw Y/N, still completely clueless, lost in their own thoughts, completely missing the signals Billie was so clearly sending.

“I need to grab some water,” Finneas said, standing up and stretching, giving Billie a pointed look as if to say now’s your chance, before he slipped out of the room, leaving them alone.

For a few moments, neither Y/N nor Billie said anything. The quiet stretched on, the soft hum of the city outside filling the room as Billie lay there, her heart beating a little faster. It was now or never.

“Y/N,” Billie began, her voice quieter now, more serious.

“Yeah?” Y/N asked, turning to look at her, their gaze soft and open.

Billie hesitated, her fingers still tangled with Y/N’s. She wasn’t one to overthink things, but there was something about this moment, about Y/N, that made her more careful, more deliberate with her words.

“You know you’re important to me, right?” Billie said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N nodded, a small smile tugging at their lips. “Yeah, I know. You’re important to me too.”

Billie’s chest tightened at the sincerity in Y/N’s voice, the warmth in their eyes. She wanted to say more, wanted to tell them everything—the way her heart skipped a beat whenever they smiled, the way being near them made everything feel a little less heavy. But she wasn’t sure if Y/N was ready for that. She wasn’t sure if Y/N would even see it, given how completely oblivious they had been to everything else.

Instead, Billie just smiled softly, leaning her head back against Y/N’s shoulder, her voice soft and full of affection. “I’m glad you’re here.”

Y/N smiled back, not quite understanding the weight of her words but feeling the warmth in them nonetheless. “I’m glad I’m here too,” they murmured.

For a while, they just sat there like that, the room bathed in a comfortable silence, the weight of everything else falling away. But even as they sat there, Billie couldn’t shake the ache in her chest—the quiet longing that came with being so close to someone and not knowing if they felt the same.

She didn’t mind waiting. She didn’t mind taking things slow. But there was a part of her that wished Y/N would see her the way she saw them.

When Finneas returned with his glass of water, the smirk on his face had returned, but he didn’t say anything, just gave Billie a knowing look as he settled back into his chair.

“Everything good in here?” he asked innocently, though the glint in his eyes said he knew exactly what was going on.

“Everything’s fine,” Billie replied, her voice light but with a hint of frustration. She shot him a look that said don’t push it, but Finneas just raised his hands in mock surrender.

Y/N, still oblivious to the tension swirling between the two siblings, simply smiled, happy to have them both there. They didn’t see the way Billie’s gaze lingered on them, didn’t hear the silent plea in her words. All they knew was that, for the first time in a long time, they felt like they belonged. They felt safe.

And for now, that was enough. Even if they couldn’t see everything Billie was trying to show them, they felt the love that surrounded them. They felt the warmth, the safety, the comfort.

Maybe one day, they would see the rest. Maybe one day, they would understand the depth of Billie’s feelings. But for now, they were content to just be here, with Billie and Finneas, wrapped in the soft glow of the studio lights, surrounded by the quiet hum of love they didn’t yet realize was waiting for them.