Y/N was currently sitting in her room, casually scrolling on her phone while her dog (Bailey) was heavy on her chest. A slight smile tugged on her lips by the feeling of her dogs heavy breaths. With a sigh her hand reached out to grab the small speaker on the nightstand. By a quick motion she connected her phone to the speaker, of course putting on Billie Eilish. Her eyes closed for a moment, breathing out slowly to let the music fill her ears. Her hand slid down to stroke Bailey's smooth fur while she leaned back by the pillows to support her back.
After a longer time just by chilling a text from your friends appeared, it was about the party that was happening tonight, I had totally forgotten. With a swift move I had got up from bed, gently moving towards the makeup table to get myself ready. What should I even wear? When seated down in the chair my hands started moving in the drawers to find the right brands. My eyes wanders along the makeup, rolling eyes back as the concealer I was looking for wasn't there. With another sigh the primer was applied on my skin, brushed in with my fingers. When the primer was applied I put some concealer just under my eyes to get rid of the dark circles, then a light blush to get the cold look. After the blush was settled, I took a bit of highlighter on my fingertip to brush it over my nose to get a little glow.
Quickly I plug in the straightener to get it hot whilst I did the lashes. Grabs the small mirror before my fingers slip through the small slot on the eyelash curler. Slowly beggining to bend them lightly and frantically while singing along to the music in the background. Doing one eye at the time, each eye turned out just perfect today and it makes me form a slight smile on my lips. When I finish applying the mascara I take out the eyeliner, of course I only wore it cause Billie inspired me. I drew the liner along my eyes, just the way she wore it. After i'm done with the makeup I run my hand through the hair to part the strands to curl the bottom of my hair, mostly for volume.
While I was doing my hair I came to think of that competition where a fan got the chance to meet Billie Eilish, of course I had entered it but also hundreds of other people. A sigh left the lips as the tong continued to form curls in my bottom hair. After about 30 minutes with the hair, the whole look was complete except for the clothes. My hands rummaged through the closet for something that would fit well. Finally, I took out a black, tighter skirt that clung to my curves and ended little bit longer under my ass. For a top it would be a black tank top that shaped the breasts. With that outfit, I added a pair of black 'leg warmers', then converse chucks designed by Billie herself.
About an hour later I was picked up by my friends, the sound in the car was loud and everyone was hyped for night's moves but all I could think about was that competition that would end this evening. A sigh left my lips as I realized I didn't stand a chance.
The car was then parked outside the bar, I unbuckled the seatbelt before my hand found the car door. I got surrounded by my friends the moment I stepped out of the car, a quiet breath left my throat before we headed to the entrance. From the moment we step into the crowd, a loud sound-wave of music pounded against the walls, which made my body almost jump. I found my friends immediately disappear to the bar where it should be served drinks and I follow them quickly. My eyes searches among all the diffrent kinds of alcohol, the cider catches my eyes and quickly my hand reaches out to grab a bottle. I finger on the cap before I bite it off, immediately taking a sip, letting the elderberry taste go down my throat. My head then turns to face my friends that standa nearby. A smile spreads across my lips as I quickly enters their conversation.
About an hour later, we had taken seats around a booth to collect ourselves a bit from all the dancing. Taking a breath I open my purse to find my phone. I slowly raise an eyebrow when I see a notification by being mentioned in a post on instagram. I open my phone with face ID and quickly clicking on the post. My eyes immediately widen when I realize what it is about. Screaming straight out without thinking, the alcohol in my body making it even more exciting. The faces of my friends are quickly turned towards me when they heard the scream I let out and of course they look at me questioningly.
My pulse beats fast, my eyes rereading the caption several times before I look up at them. The phone gets placed on the table infront of me as I cover my mouth with my hands. My gaze flicks between my friends as my throat forms a deep breath before speaking up.
"I'm going to meet fucking Billie Eilish?!"
I shout out loud with excitement, my eyes big as a ping ball. I shift position on the bench with a big smile, tears almost pricking in the corner of my eyes. My friends looked at me shocked expressions, even they didn't understand what just happend.
After a long night with many diffrent emotions, it was time to go home. I can admit that the alcohol become a lot after knowing that i'd meet my comfort person and celebrity crush, insane. On the way home it was the only thing I could possibly think about even though everything around me was spinning. Directly when I got home my body collapsed on the bed after the makeup was removed. A big smile played on my lips before I crawled under the covers to drift off.
I fell asleep feeling like the luckiest person alive.
YOU ARE READING
Your celebrity crush.
RomanceY/N has always adored Billie in all ways, she find her very inspiering and attractive. Y/N have attanded to many of her concerts but never managed to really meet Billie in person. Little did Y/N know that soon she would be the choosen one to be inv...
