Haunted Melodies - Billie Eilish Story

The bold step

The Bold Step

The afternoon sun had begun to set by the time they got home. The song they had just finished was still lingering in everyone’s mind, its raw emotion leaving a sense of quiet satisfaction. Y/N was feeling different today—a little braver, a little bolder. Maybe it was the way Billie had looked at her during the recording, or the quiet warmth in the air. Whatever it was, it made Y/N feel like she could do something she normally wouldn’t.

As they settled into the living room to watch a movie, Finneas casually mentioned, "We should listen to the track later, see how it sounds after some rest." He gave Y/N a quick glance, noticing how calm she seemed. He was proud of her for getting this far, but something in the air felt like today wasn’t just any other day.

Y/N sat next to Billie on the couch, her fingers nervously playing with the hem of her sweater. Normally, she would sit a little further away, giving herself space, but not today. Today, she did something she hadn’t done before—she scooted closer to Billie. It wasn’t much, but it was bold for her.

Billie noticed, her heart skipping a beat as she felt Y/N’s arm brush against hers. She didn’t say anything, but she shot a glance at Finneas, who was sitting on the other end of the couch, giving them space. He raised his eyebrow at Billie, smirking as if to say, See? Told you she’s trying.

They decided to put on a movie—a classic, something comforting. As the opening credits rolled, Y/N could feel her heart racing. She didn’t want to pull away, not today. She wanted to stay close, even if it felt a little scary.

Halfway through the movie, Billie leaned over a little, her voice soft. "Hey, Y/N?"

Y/N turned her head, meeting Billie’s curious gaze. "Yeah?"

"Do you… do you think we should release the song?" Billie asked, her tone gentle, like she didn’t want to push Y/N but was genuinely curious. "Only if you’re comfortable, of course."

Y/N hesitated for a moment. The song was so personal, so raw. It wasn’t just music—it was a piece of her heart, of her struggles, and sharing that with the world was terrifying. But then she thought about Billie and Finneas, how much they’d helped her, how much love and trust she felt between them. Maybe it was time to be a little more open, not just with them, but with the world.

"Yeah," Y/N said quietly, her voice steady despite the nerves she felt. "Let’s release it."

Billie smiled warmly, her eyes shining with pride. "I think it’s going to mean a lot to people."

Finneas, who had been quietly observing, gave a small nod of approval. "It’s a powerful song, Y/N. People are going to connect with it, just like we did."

Y/N blushed slightly, not used to being the center of such attention, but there was something comforting in the way Billie and Finneas spoke to her. They believed in her, and for once, she felt like maybe she could believe in herself, too.

As the movie played on, Y/N felt a little bolder again. This time, she didn’t just sit close to Billie—she leaned in. Slowly, carefully, she rested her head on Billie’s shoulder. Her heart pounded in her chest, but she didn’t pull away. She wanted to stay there, close, in this quiet, comfortable space they had built.

Billie froze for a second, surprised but incredibly happy. A soft smile tugged at her lips, and without saying a word, she wrapped her arm around Y/N, pulling her a little closer. It wasn’t much, but it was enough. Billie leaned her cheek against Y/N’s head, breathing in the moment.

Finneas looked over, catching the tender scene between the two. He didn’t say anything, but his smile widened. It was moments like this that made him so proud of both of them. Y/N was starting to let herself feel, and Billie was patient, gentle, and understanding. It was everything he had hoped for.

As the movie continued, Y/N felt a sense of peace wash over her. There were still so many things she didn’t know how to express, so many emotions she struggled to put into words. But here, in this moment, with Billie’s arms around her and Finneas quietly watching over them, she felt safe. She didn’t need to say anything right now. The small gestures—the bold ones and the quiet ones—were enough.

Billie shifted slightly, her hand resting gently on Y/N’s arm, and for the first time in a long while, Y/N allowed herself to relax fully into the embrace. They stayed like that, cuddled up on the couch, letting the movie play on as the warmth of their connection filled the room.