Haunted Melodies - Billie Eilish Story

Morning light

Morning Light

The soft morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. Y/N stirred in Billie’s lap, their eyes fluttering open as the sounds of the morning gently pulled them from sleep. The lingering warmth of Billie’s presence was the first thing they noticed—her hand still softly resting in their hair, her quiet breathing close by. Y/N blinked up at her, disoriented for a moment, before the memory of last night came back in small, hazy flashes.

They shifted slightly, realizing they were still curled up against Billie, their head resting comfortably on her lap. Billie was already awake, her green eyes soft as they met Y/N’s.

“Hey,” Billie said, her voice gentle, almost a whisper. “How are you feeling?”

Y/N’s heart fluttered at the sound of her voice. There was something about the way Billie was looking at them—like she genuinely cared, like she was ready to protect them from whatever their mind conjured up next. Y/N gave a small nod, the words caught in their throat as they struggled to find a way to respond. They were always bad with words, especially in moments like this. Instead, they gave Billie a small, appreciative smile, their eyes conveying the gratitude they couldn’t quite put into words.

“Good,” Billie said softly, her fingers gently brushing through Y/N’s hair again, her touch soothing. “You don’t have to say anything. Just relax.”

Y/N felt their chest tighten with a mixture of warmth and anxiety. They wanted to say more, to give Billie a real hint of how much she meant to them, how safe they felt with her, but the words just wouldn’t come. Instead, they leaned into Billie’s touch a little more, hoping she’d understand that small gesture.

Across the room, Finneas stretched and let out a soft yawn, having just woken up himself. His eyes landed on the two of them, and he smiled. “Good morning, you two,” he said, his voice still groggy from sleep.

Y/N gave him a small wave, still feeling too shy and overwhelmed to say much. But Finneas didn’t mind. He could see the comfort in Y/N’s posture, the way they leaned into Billie without hesitation, and it made him smile even wider. He walked over and ruffled Y/N’s hair playfully as he passed them, earning a soft huff from Y/N.

“Breakfast time?” Finneas asked as he headed toward the kitchen, clearly in a good mood. He glanced back at Y/N and Billie, raising an eyebrow. “Or do you two need a little more time?”

Billie chuckled, shaking her head. “We’ll be there in a minute. Go ahead and start without us.”

Finneas shrugged, heading off to make some coffee, leaving Billie and Y/N alone for a few more moments.

Y/N shifted slightly, sitting up from Billie’s lap, though they already missed the warmth of her touch. Billie smiled at them, still brushing a few strands of hair away from their face. There was an unmistakable tenderness in her gaze, one that made Y/N’s heart race. They wanted to show her how much they appreciated everything she’d done for them, but it was so hard to find the right way to do it.

Y/N bit their lip, their mind scrambling for a way to drop a hint—something more than the small gestures they’d been giving. They reached out hesitantly and took Billie’s hand in theirs, squeezing it gently, their thumb brushing over her knuckles in a way that felt both intimate and terrifying at the same time.

Billie blinked, her eyes flickering down to where their hands were intertwined. A small, almost surprised smile tugged at her lips, and she gave Y/N’s hand a gentle squeeze back.

“Thanks for trusting me,” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. “I know this isn’t easy for you.”

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat at Billie’s words, and they felt their cheeks warm with a mixture of shyness and nervousness. They wanted to say so much more, to tell Billie just how much her presence had helped them, but the words felt stuck. Instead, they gave her a small nod, hoping she could see the emotion in their eyes, the gratitude they couldn’t express out loud.

After a moment, Billie gave them one last, warm smile before gently pulling them to their feet. “Come on,” she said, her voice light. “Let’s go see what Finneas is burning in the kitchen.”

Y/N laughed softly, their heart feeling a little lighter as they followed Billie into the kitchen. The warmth of the morning and Billie’s gentle presence seemed to chase away the remnants of the night before, and Y/N felt more at ease than they had in a long time.

In the kitchen, Finneas was indeed making a mess. Pancakes sizzled on the stove, and the counter was littered with ingredients—half of which had missed their mark and landed on the floor. Y/N couldn’t help but chuckle as they watched him juggle the pan and a carton of eggs, looking slightly overwhelmed but determined.

“Need help?” Billie asked, walking over to inspect the damage.

“Absolutely,” Finneas replied with a grin, handing her the spatula. “I’m better at writing songs than making breakfast.”

Billie took over the pancakes while Finneas started on the coffee. Y/N hovered nearby, unsure of what to do with themselves. They wanted to help, but their mind was still stuck on the small hint they’d tried to give Billie earlier. It hadn’t been much, just a hand squeeze, but for them, it had felt monumental.

As the kitchen filled with the smell of pancakes and coffee, the three of them fell into an easy rhythm. Y/N found themselves laughing more freely, the lightness of the morning lifting their spirits. They even tried to drop a few more small hints here and there—brushing their shoulder against Billie’s, lingering a little closer than usual, laughing a bit harder at her jokes.

But Billie, as usual, was oblivious to the subtle hints. Y/N didn’t blame her—it wasn’t like they were being very clear. It wasn’t in their nature to be bold with their feelings, especially when it came to Billie. But every now and then, they caught Finneas watching them with a knowing smile, as if he could see exactly what Y/N was trying to do.

After breakfast was ready, the three of them sat down at the small kitchen table, plates piled high with pancakes and mugs of coffee steaming in front of them. Y/N couldn’t remember the last time they had felt so at ease. The tension from the night before had all but disappeared, and for the first time in a long time, they felt like they belonged somewhere.

As they ate, Billie made a point of teasing Finneas about his cooking skills, which made Y/N laugh even harder. There was something about the way Billie could bring so much joy into a room, even with the smallest gestures, that made Y/N’s heart swell.

At one point, Billie leaned over and nudged Y/N with her elbow, a playful grin on her face. “What do you think? Should we let Finneas cook again, or should we ban him from the kitchen forever?”

Y/N chuckled, their eyes sparkling with amusement. “Maybe supervised,” they said quietly, their voice soft but teasing. It was the most they’d spoken all morning, but it felt good. Safe.

Finneas rolled his eyes dramatically. “You two are ruthless,” he said with a laugh. “I’m never making breakfast again.”

Billie snorted, shaking her head. “That’s probably for the best.”

As the morning continued, Y/N felt a growing sense of contentment, something they hadn’t felt in a long time. The laughter, the teasing, the warmth of the people around them—it was everything they’d been missing. And even though they still struggled to express their feelings, especially to Billie, they were starting to believe that maybe, just maybe, they didn’t have to say everything out loud. Maybe the small gestures were enough.

As they all finished eating and began cleaning up, Y/N found themselves standing close to Billie again, their hands brushing lightly as they worked together. It was another small hint, another quiet attempt to show how much Billie meant to them. And even though Billie didn’t seem to fully pick up on it, Y/N didn’t mind. They were patient. They could wait.