Haunted Melodies - Billie Eilish Story

A safe place

A Safe Place

The morning light peeked through the curtains of Billie’s living room, casting a soft, golden glow over the space. Y/N stirred under the covers on the couch where she had fallen asleep after the emotional night. She blinked her eyes open slowly, feeling an unfamiliar sense of comfort, as if the weight on her chest was lighter than it had been before.

The house was quiet. Billie and Finneas were probably still asleep, giving her the rare moment of peace to just be. Y/N pulled the blanket up closer to her chin, inhaling the scent of Billie’s home — something warm and comforting about it, like safety wrapped in a blanket.

She thought about last night, about how she had nearly broken down completely. But Billie and Finneas were there. They didn’t leave her to deal with it alone. They never did. A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she replayed the memory of Billie holding her, how safe she had felt in her arms. There was something so effortless about the way Billie knew how to comfort her.

Y/N stayed there for a while, wrapped in the warmth of the moment, until she heard quiet footsteps approaching. The door creaked softly, and Billie’s face appeared, peeking through the doorframe with a sleepy smile.

“Good morning,” Billie whispered, her voice raspy from sleep.

Y/N smiled shyly, her voice soft. “Morning.”

Billie walked over, still in her oversized pajamas, and sat down beside Y/N, pulling the blanket around both of them. “How are you feeling?”

Y/N hesitated for a moment, then answered truthfully. “Better. Lighter, I think.”

Billie’s eyes softened, and she leaned in, resting her head gently on Y/N’s shoulder. “I’m glad.”

They sat there in a comfortable silence, the morning sun casting golden rays across the room. Y/N felt Billie’s warmth against her, the steady rise and fall of her breathing, and for the first time in a long while, Y/N didn’t feel like she had to hide. She didn’t have to push her emotions down or be strong all the time. Here, with Billie, she could just exist.

After a few minutes, Y/N shifted slightly, her voice hesitant but clear. “Thank you… for last night.”

Billie lifted her head, looking into Y/N’s eyes with a soft smile. “You don’t have to thank me. I’m just glad I could be there for you.” She paused, then added with a playful grin, “Plus, you’re pretty cute when you’re all cuddled up like that.”

Y/N blushed slightly, looking away. “I didn’t really mean to fall asleep on you.”

Billie laughed softly. “It’s okay, I didn’t mind. You’re a good cuddle buddy.”

Just then, Finneas appeared in the doorway, rubbing his eyes and yawning as he walked in. “What’s going on in here? More cuddling without me?”

Y/N laughed, feeling the tension from last night dissolve completely in the warmth of the morning. “You snooze, you lose.”

Finneas raised an eyebrow, a teasing grin spreading across his face. “Rude. Guess I’ll just have to join the cuddle party now.” He flopped down on the other side of Y/N, wrapping an arm around her shoulders in a playful, exaggerated hug.

Y/N laughed again, sandwiched between Billie and Finneas, feeling a strange sense of belonging she hadn’t felt in a long time. This was her safe space — with these two, everything felt lighter, easier.

After a few moments, Finneas pulled back and stretched. “Alright, I’m making breakfast. Any requests?”

Billie grinned, sitting up as well. “Pancakes?”

Y/N nodded, still smiling. “Pancakes sound good.”

As Finneas got up and headed to the kitchen, Billie stayed close to Y/N, her hand resting lightly on Y/N’s knee. They exchanged a soft smile, the weight of their unspoken connection hanging in the air between them.

“You seem different today,” Billie said quietly, her thumb tracing circles on Y/N’s knee. “Like something shifted.”

Y/N nodded slowly, her eyes dropping to her lap. “I think… I think I’m starting to feel more okay with everything. With us.”

Billie’s eyes lit up at Y/N’s words, and she smiled warmly. “I’m really glad to hear that.”

They sat in that quiet moment, a peaceful understanding between them. Billie reached over and laced her fingers through Y/N’s, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. “We’re in this together. Always.”

Y/N smiled softly, squeezing Billie’s hand back. “Always.”

From the kitchen, they could hear Finneas humming softly to himself as he cooked, the smell of pancakes beginning to fill the air. It was a normal, simple morning, but to Y/N, it felt like everything she had been searching for. Safety. Comfort. Love.

The rest of the morning passed in a blur of light laughter, pancakes, and teasing from Finneas, who couldn’t help but make jokes about how “cute” Billie and Y/N were being. Even Y/N couldn’t hide her smile when Finneas poked fun at their budding relationship. She was bad with words, bad at expressing her feelings most of the time, but with Billie and Finneas, she didn’t feel the need to say everything out loud.

As they sat down at the table to eat, Billie playfully nudged Y/N’s shoulder. “So, you gonna help me with my next album, or are you just gonna be the world’s cutest assistant?”

Y/N rolled her eyes with a smirk, feeling more relaxed than she had in weeks. “I guess I could try both.”

Billie grinned. “Perfect. I could use someone who knows how to make breakfast as good as Finneas.”

From across the table, Finneas raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me? Are you saying you’re gonna replace me with Y/N?”

Billie shrugged, her tone light and teasing. “Maybe.”

Y/N laughed, shaking her head. “I think Finneas is irreplaceable.”

Billie smiled at Y/N, her eyes full of affection. “Yeah, he is.”

For the first time in a long while, Y/N felt truly at home, surrounded by warmth, love, and the kind of peace that only came from being with people who truly understood her. As they laughed and joked, she realized just how much she had come to rely on Billie and Finneas — not just as friends, but as her safe haven.

And in that moment, everything felt right. The past, the pain, it was still there, but it didn’t feel so overwhelming anymore. Because now, she had them.