Haunted Melodies - Billie Eilish Story

Hints and eyes

Hints and eyes

The next morning, the smell of freshly brewed coffee and pancakes filled the air as Y/N, Billie, and Finneas gathered in the kitchen for breakfast. The sun poured through the windows, casting a soft glow over the space, making the quiet morning feel warm and peaceful. It was the kind of morning that felt almost too perfect—too calm after all the chaos that had swirled around Y/N’s life for so long.

Y/N, leaning against the kitchen counter, was fiddling absentmindedly with the sleeve of their hoodie, watching as Billie moved around the kitchen with practiced ease. Her hair was a bit of a mess from sleep, but she didn’t seem to care. Y/N, though, couldn’t help but notice how beautiful she looked—how her soft, sleepy smile made their heart skip a beat. But they didn’t say anything. They never knew how to put those kinds of feelings into words.

Billie turned, catching Y/N’s gaze, and flashed them a bright smile as she passed them a mug of coffee. “Hope you like it strong,” she teased, leaning a little closer than usual as their fingers brushed when Y/N took the cup.

Y/N blinked, feeling the warmth from Billie’s hand lingering on their own, but all they could manage was a quiet, “Thanks,” before taking a sip of the coffee, trying to hide the way their heart was racing. They had never been good with words—not when it came to emotions, not when it came to feelings. Instead, Y/N had always let their emotions show through their eyes, through the way they lingered near the people they cared about, through the small, subtle gestures that were easy to miss.

Billie smiled again, her attention already shifting back to the stove as she flipped another pancake, completely unaware of the way Y/N’s gaze stayed fixed on her, full of unspoken things they couldn’t quite figure out how to say.

Finneas, seated at the small breakfast table, watched the scene unfold with a raised eyebrow, sipping his own coffee as he quietly observed. He had noticed the way Y/N looked at Billie, the way their eyes softened whenever she smiled, the way they lingered just a little too close. It was subtle—so subtle, in fact, that Billie hadn’t noticed at all.

But Finneas saw it. He saw the quiet affection in Y/N’s gaze, the way their entire presence seemed to shift whenever Billie was near. It was almost laughable how blind Billie was to it, considering how much time she spent dropping hints of her own, but Finneas knew that Y/N’s way of expressing affection was quieter, harder to see.

They weren’t like Billie. Billie was direct, bold, and unafraid to say what she felt (at least most of the time). Y/N, on the other hand, was all subtlety. They spoke through their eyes, through the way they hovered close, through the fleeting touches that held so much emotion, but could easily be missed if you weren’t looking closely.

As Billie plated the pancakes and brought them to the table, she slid into the seat across from Y/N, flashing them another playful grin. “You okay there, Y/N?” she teased, noticing their somewhat dazed expression as they snapped back to attention.

Y/N quickly nodded, giving her a small smile in return. “Yeah, I’m good. Just… tired, I guess.”

Billie raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it, but she didn’t push. Instead, she reached across the table, offering Y/N the syrup. “Well, eat up. You need energy for another day of being a musical genius.”

Y/N chuckled softly, accepting the syrup with a quiet “thanks” as they poured it over their pancakes, trying to focus on the meal in front of them rather than the way their heart raced whenever Billie smiled at them.

Finneas, still observing from the side, couldn’t hold back a small, amused smile. This whole situation was almost too ironic. Here Billie was, doing everything she could to get Y/N to notice her feelings, while Y/N was doing the exact same thing—but both of them were completely missing each other’s signals.