Haunted Melodies - Billie Eilish Story

Truths

Truths

After the emotional breakdown on the couch, Y/N had retreated upstairs, feeling emotionally drained and overwhelmed. It wasn’t that they didn’t appreciate Billie and Finneas’s support—quite the opposite, actually. But the weight of everything, from the encounter with the paparazzi to their own inner turmoil, made them feel like they needed to be alone for a while.

Billie watched them disappear up the stairs, a soft frown tugging at her lips. She wanted to go after Y/N, to be there with them, but she also knew that sometimes people needed space. And Finneas was right—Y/N wasn’t alone. Not anymore.

Once Y/N was out of sight, Billie turned to Finneas, who had been quietly watching the stairs as well. He looked thoughtful, his usual easygoing demeanor replaced by something more serious.

“She’ll be okay,” Finneas said softly, as if sensing Billie’s worry. “She just needs some time.”

Billie nodded but didn’t say anything right away. She felt like she was finally starting to understand Y/N in a deeper way, but there were still so many pieces she didn’t know—so many parts of Y/N’s past that were still a mystery to her. And the more she thought about it, the more she realized how little she knew about why Y/N had stopped making music when they were both on the rise. It had always felt like there was something more to the story, something that Y/N hadn’t been ready to share.

After a few moments of silence, Billie finally spoke up, her voice quiet. “Finneas… can I ask you something?”

Finneas glanced at her, his brow furrowing slightly. “Of course.”

Billie hesitated for a moment, unsure if she should even ask. But she had to know. She had to understand what had hurt Y/N so deeply—what had made them pull away from music and from her.

“What happened to Y/N?” Billie asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper. “I mean… why did she stop making music back when we were both getting popular? And these nightmares she keeps having… what’s going on with her?”

Finneas sighed, leaning back against the couch. He looked up at the ceiling for a moment, as if gathering his thoughts. He had always been careful about what he shared when it came to Y/N’s past. It wasn’t his story to tell, not entirely. But he also knew that Billie deserved to know at least some of it. If anyone could help Y/N, it was her.

“There’s a lot you don’t know,” Finneas began, his voice low. “And a lot I probably shouldn’t say. But I’ll tell you what I can.”

Billie nodded, her heart heavy with a mix of curiosity and concern.

Finneas ran a hand through his hair, exhaling slowly. “Y/N… she’s been through a lot. More than you can imagine. When we were younger, just starting out, she was really excited about making music, you know? She had this passion, this drive… kind of like you.”

Billie’s chest tightened as she listened. She had always sensed that Y/N had that same fire for music, the same desire to create. But she also remembered how suddenly Y/N had stepped away from it all.

Finneas continued, his voice soft and careful. “But then things changed. She started having these… episodes, I guess you could call them. Panic attacks. Nightmares. It got worse and worse, and no one really knew why at first. She tried to push through it, to keep making music, but it just got too hard. The pressure, the attention, everything—it was too much for her.”

Billie frowned, her heart aching at the thought of Y/N suffering like that. “What caused it?” she asked gently. “Why did it get so bad?”

Finneas hesitated for a moment, clearly debating how much to say. “It’s complicated,” he finally said. “A lot of it has to do with her past—things she went through before we even met her. Trauma. Bad stuff. Stuff she never really talked about.”

Billie’s throat tightened. She had suspected that there was something deeper going on with Y/N, but hearing it confirmed made her heart ache even more.

“And the music,” Finneas continued, “it started to bring all of that back for her. The attention, the pressure to be perfect… it triggered a lot of her old trauma. So she pulled away. She stopped making music, stopped letting herself get close to people. She thought if she just stayed away from it all, she’d be okay.”

Billie swallowed hard, trying to process everything. She couldn’t imagine how hard that must have been for Y/N—to walk away from something she loved because it was causing her so much pain. And now, with the nightmares, it seemed like the past was still haunting her.

“She didn’t talk about it much,” Finneas added, his voice heavy with regret. “But I was there when things started to get bad. I stayed in touch, tried to help her through it, but… there was only so much I could do. And I think a part of her didn’t want to burden anyone with what she was going through. She’s always been bad with words, you know? It’s hard for her to explain how she feels.”

Billie nodded, her mind racing with everything Finneas was telling her. It made sense now—why Y/N had seemed so distant at times, why she had struggled to open up. It wasn’t that she didn’t care; it was that she had been carrying so much pain for so long, and she didn’t know how to let anyone in.

“And the nightmares?” Billie asked quietly. “Why are they happening now?”

Finneas sighed again, his expression darkening. “They’ve always been there, off and on. But I think being back in this environment—making music again, being around people who care about her—it’s stirring up some of those old feelings. It’s like she’s reliving the worst parts of her past, even though she’s trying to move forward.”

Billie’s heart clenched at the thought. She had noticed the way Y/N sometimes seemed distant, the way her mood would shift without warning. Now she understood why. Y/N was fighting battles no one could see, battles she had been fighting for years.

“I never knew it was this bad,” Billie whispered, her voice filled with regret. “I should’ve known…”

“It’s not your fault,” Finneas said softly, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Y/N’s really good at hiding how she feels. She didn’t want anyone to know—not even you. And honestly, Billie… you’ve done more for her in the past few months than anyone else has. She’s opened up more with you than she ever did with me.”

Billie blinked, surprised. “Really?”

Finneas nodded. “Yeah. You’ve made her feel safe in a way that I couldn’t. She’s starting to trust you, starting to let you in. That’s a big deal for her.”

Billie’s chest tightened again, a mix of emotions swirling inside her. She felt grateful that Y/N was opening up to her, but also sad that it had taken so long for her to realize how much Y/N was struggling. And now, more than ever, she wanted to be there for her, to help her heal from the wounds of her past.

“I just want to help,” Billie said softly. “I don’t want her to feel like she has to go through this alone.”

Finneas gave her a small, understanding smile. “You’re already helping, Billie. Just by being there. She needs people who care about her, people who won’t push her too hard or expect too much. She needs someone who’ll be patient with her.”

Billie nodded, her resolve strengthening. She didn’t care how long it took—she was going to be there for Y/N, no matter what. She wasn’t going to let her face this alone anymore.

Their conversation was interrupted by a faint noise from upstairs—a soft whimper, barely audible but enough to send a chill down Billie’s spine.

“She’s having another nightmare,” Finneas said quietly, his expression darkening.

Billie’s heart dropped. She wanted to rush upstairs, to comfort Y/N, but Finneas stopped her with a gentle hand on her arm.

“Let me go first,” he said softly. “I know how to calm her down when it gets bad.”

Billie nodded, watching as Finneas headed upstairs, her heart heavy with worry and determination. She would do whatever it took to help Y/N—no matter how long it took, no matter how hard it was.

Because Y/N deserved to heal, and she wasn’t going to let her face her demons alone anymore.