Haunted Melodies - Billie Eilish Story

Love in words

Love in Words

The late afternoon sunlight filtered gently through the windows as Y/N sat in the living room with Finneas, feeling both nervous and a little excited. Billie had just gone upstairs to grab her charger, completely unaware of the note Y/N had left in her room earlier. It had taken everything in Y/N to write it — she wasn’t great with words, especially when it came to expressing emotions, but this felt different. It felt necessary.

Y/N glanced over at Finneas, who was casually scrolling through his phone, a slight smile playing on his lips. She shifted nervously, biting her lip as the anticipation grew inside her.

“I, um... I left something for Billie,” Y/N said quietly, her voice barely more than a whisper.

Finneas looked up, his eyebrows raised in curiosity. “Oh yeah? What’d you leave her?”

Y/N swallowed, feeling a little self-conscious. “A note,” she admitted. “I... I’m not good at saying things, you know that. So I wrote her something. About how much she means to me. How perfect she is.”

A wide grin spread across Finneas’ face, his eyes lighting up. “You wrote her a love note?” he asked, teasing but affectionate. “That’s adorable, Y/N.”

Y/N flushed slightly, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks. “Don’t make fun of me,” she muttered, though there was a smile tugging at her lips. She was nervous, but part of her was also proud of what she’d done.

“I’m not making fun,” Finneas said, still smiling. “I think it’s really sweet. She’s gonna love it.”

“I hope so,” Y/N said softly, glancing toward the stairs, wondering if Billie had found the note yet. “I just... I wanted her to know. In my own way.”

Finneas nodded, his expression softening. “She’ll get it. Trust me. Billie’s not always the best with picking up on the subtle stuff, but this... this she’ll understand. And it’ll mean the world to her.”

Y/N sighed, feeling a little lighter. Finneas always knew exactly what to say to ease her nerves, and for that, she was grateful. She just hoped Billie would feel the same way after reading the note.

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Upstairs, Billie had wandered into her room, not thinking much beyond the simple task of finding her charger. She moved to the dresser, pulling open a drawer, and that’s when she saw it — a small, folded piece of paper tucked neatly on top of her things. She frowned slightly, curious, and picked it up, unfolding it carefully.

The handwriting was unmistakable. It was Y/N’s.

Billie’s heart immediately skipped a beat as she began reading, her eyes scanning over the words Y/N had written for her. The note wasn’t long, but every sentence was filled with such quiet, raw emotion that it took Billie’s breath away.

Billie, I’m not good with words, and I’m even worse at saying how I feel. But I need you to know how much I love you. You’re perfect to me, in every way. You’ve made me feel safe, and I trust you more than anyone else. I don’t know how to say it out loud, but I hope this helps. You mean everything to me.

Billie could feel her throat tighten as she read the words over and over again, her heart swelling with a mix of emotions she couldn’t quite describe. Y/N had always been so reserved with her feelings, so careful with her emotions, and yet here was this note — simple, heartfelt, and so full of love that Billie felt overwhelmed in the best possible way.

She clutched the note in her hands for a moment, letting the weight of it sink in. Y/N loved her. Really, truly loved her. Billie already knew that, of course, but seeing it written out like this — knowing how hard it must have been for Y/N to put those feelings into words — made it feel even more real. Even more special.

With the note still in her hand, Billie took a deep breath and headed back downstairs, her heart racing as she thought about how to respond.

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Downstairs, Y/N was fidgeting nervously, glancing at the stairs every few seconds. Finneas was watching her with an amused expression, clearly enjoying how flustered she was.

“You think she found it yet?” Y/N asked, her voice tinged with anxiety.

“I’m sure she has,” Finneas replied, chuckling softly. “She’s probably reading it right now.”

Just as he finished speaking, Billie appeared at the bottem of the stairs, her eyes searching the room until they landed on Y/N. She had the note clutched in one hand, and her expression was soft, almost tender. Without saying a word, she walked down the stairs and straight over to Y/N, her gaze never leaving her.

Y/N’s heart was pounding in her chest, unsure of what Billie was going to say, but before she could open her mouth, Billie wrapped her arms around her in a tight, warm embrace.

“Thank you,” Billie whispered into Y/N’s ear, her voice thick with emotion. “I love you too.”

Y/N let out a shaky breath, relief and happiness flooding her system as she returned the embrace, holding onto Billie as if she were the only thing keeping her grounded.

Finneas watched them from across the room, a knowing smile on his face. “Told you she’d love it,” he said quietly, though the playful tone was absent from his voice this time. He was genuinely happy for them, seeing how much they meant to each other.

Billie pulled back slightly, just enough to look Y/N in the eyes, a soft smile playing on her lips. “You’re perfect to me too,” she whispered, her hand gently brushing Y/N’s cheek.

Y/N smiled back, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. For once, she didn’t feel the need to say anything. The note had said it all, and Billie understood.

Finneas, always the supportive brother, clapped his hands together with a grin. “Alright, lovebirds, how about we eat dinner before you two get any mushier?”

Y/N chuckled softly, feeling a little more at ease now that the moment had passed. Billie shot Finneas a playful look but nodded, her arm still wrapped around Y/N as they moved toward the kitchen.

As they sat down to eat, Y/N felt a sense of peace settle over her. She hadn’t always been good at expressing her feelings, but with Billie — and with Finneas always there to help — she was starting to realize that maybe she didn’t need to be perfect with words. Maybe the little things, like a simple note, were enough.

And from the way Billie kept glancing at her throughout dinner, Y/N knew that she had understood every word.