Haunted Melodies - Billie Eilish Story

Not enough

Not enough

That evening, after the whirlwind of the interview and the endless attention from fans, Y/N, Billie, and Finneas returned to the calm sanctuary of the house. The contrast between the noisy public and the quiet private felt comforting, like stepping into a place where Y/N could finally breathe again.

Billie had suggested they watch a movie to unwind, so they all curled up in the living room. Y/N sat next to Billie, her head resting on Billie’s shoulder as the movie played. The soft glow of the screen illuminated their faces, and for a while, everything felt peaceful, easy. Y/N felt Billie’s arm around her waist, gently pulling her closer, and a sense of warmth spread through her, as if Billie’s touch alone could shield her from the world.

Finneas sat across from them, glancing over at the two girls every now and then with a knowing smile. He had always known how much they meant to each other, even before they admitted it to themselves. Seeing them now, wrapped up in each other, was like watching something inevitable finally fall into place.

“You’re really cute together, you know,” Finneas teased lightly during a quiet moment in the movie, his tone playful but filled with brotherly affection.

Y/N blushed, burying her face into Billie’s shoulder as if she could hide from his teasing. Billie just chuckled, giving Finneas a light-hearted glare. “You don’t need to remind us, Finn,” she said, her voice soft but full of warmth.

But behind Y/N’s smile, something darker was stirring. The joy of being close to Billie, of feeling safe and loved, was like sunlight on her face—but in the shadows, her mind had started to turn. The weight of the interview, the mocking comments, and the sudden exposure were catching up to her. The tiny voice in her head that whispered doubts had begun to grow louder again.

You’re not enough for her.

You’ll mess this up.

She’ll leave, just like everyone else.

Y/N tried to push the thoughts away, tried to focus on the warmth of Billie beside her, but the spiral had started, and it was hard to stop. She felt the familiar tightness in her chest, the way her hands began to fidget, and the creeping numbness that took over when her emotions got too big. Billie’s presence, once so comforting, now felt distant, like she was trying to hold onto something slipping away.

At some point, Billie must have sensed the shift in Y/N. She turned her head slightly, pressing a soft kiss to the top of Y/N’s head. “You okay?” Billie whispered, her voice so full of care that it made Y/N’s heart ache even more.

Y/N nodded quickly, not trusting her voice, but she knew Billie could feel the tension in her body. Finneas, ever the observer, glanced at Y/N and noticed the subtle change too. He didn’t say anything, but his eyes softened, a quiet understanding passing between him and Billie.

After a few more minutes of silence, Billie carefully shifted, turning her body to face Y/N. “Hey…” she murmured, her hand gently cupping Y/N’s cheek. “Talk to me. What’s going on?”

Y/N’s throat tightened, and she bit her lip, trying to find the words, but they felt stuck inside her, tangled up in the mess of her emotions. She wanted to tell Billie everything, to pour out all the fear and doubt swirling inside her, but the words were elusive, slippery.

“I—” she started, her voice small, breaking off as her emotions threatened to overwhelm her.

Billie’s eyes were so soft, so full of love, and it only made Y/N feel worse. How could someone as perfect as Billie love someone as broken as her? How could she ever explain the dark, messy parts of her that she barely understood herself?

“I’m sorry,” Y/N whispered, tears brimming in her eyes.

Billie frowned, concern deepening in her gaze. “Sorry for what? You don’t have to apologize.”

But Y/N couldn’t help it. The guilt was already pressing down on her, heavy and suffocating. She felt like she was ruining the moment, ruining everything. “I just— I don’t know how to…” She trailed off, frustrated with herself for not being able to explain.

Finneas had been quietly watching, sensing the shift in the room. He leaned forward slightly, catching Billie’s eye. “Give her a second, Bills,” he said softly, knowing Y/N needed space to process her emotions.

Billie nodded, her thumb brushing lightly over Y/N’s cheek. “Take your time,” she whispered, leaning in to kiss her forehead. “I’m here.”

But Y/N was spiraling, her mind diving into memories she tried so hard to keep buried. The mocking voices from her past, the hurtful words of people who claimed to love her, resurfaced with a vengeance. She had thought she was over it, thought that being with Billie and Finneas was enough to drown out those voices—but now they were loud, so loud, echoing in her head.

The worst part was, she knew Billie wouldn’t understand. How could she? Billie was strong, confident, loved by millions. She didn’t carry the same scars, the same deep-rooted fears. Y/N couldn’t shake the feeling that eventually, Billie would grow tired of her. That this—whatever it was between them—was too fragile to last.

“I’m scared,” Y/N finally admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’m scared that I’m going to mess this up. That you’ll… leave.”

The vulnerability in Y/N’s voice hit Billie hard, and for a moment, she didn’t know what to say. She hadn’t realized just how deep Y/N’s fears went, how much pain she was carrying. Billie wrapped her arms around Y/N, pulling her close, her heart breaking at the thought of Y/N feeling so alone.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Billie whispered fiercely, her arms tightening around Y/N. “I promise you, I’m here. You don’t have to be perfect, okay? You don’t have to have it all figured out. I love you, just as you are.”

Y/N closed her eyes, letting the words sink in, but the fear didn’t completely go away. It lingered, like a shadow, reminding her of all the times she’d heard promises like that before—only to be let down.

But there was something about the way Billie held her, the quiet strength in her voice, that made Y/N want to believe her. She wanted to believe that maybe, just maybe, she could let herself be loved without the constant fear of losing it.

After a long silence, Finneas cleared his throat softly. “Hey, how about we order some dessert or something? You know, sugar fixes everything.”

Billie chuckled softly, the sound like a balm to the tension in the room. “Yeah, maybe a chocolate cake?” She looked down at Y/N, her hand still gently stroking her back. “What do you think?”

Y/N nodded, managing a small smile. It wasn’t much, but it was something. And in that moment, surrounded by Billie’s warmth and Finneas’ unwavering support, she felt like maybe she could take one small step toward healing.

As they sat together, waiting for the dessert to arrive, the warmth between them remained. It wasn’t perfect, and Y/N still felt the lingering shadows of her fear, but for now, being in Billie’s arms was enough. For now, she was safe.