Don't Call Me Baby (Billy Hargrove)

-Chapter thirty-

Emilia

'Billy..' I say as I tap his cheek with my hand relatively hard, but he doesn't stir at the contact, he just stays in the same position he's been in for the last thirty minutes. I had sat around Billy, admiring his features and how calm he looked now he was unconcious, despite the fact he was beating into Steve's face like nothing less than an hour ago. He still looked like an angel, behind the dried blood and little bruises that were starting to appear.

My hand tightened around the glass of cold water held in my right palm, and I hesitated many times before I decided he had been out cold for too long, and tipped the water onto his face. It wet his skin and some strands of his hair, but I hovered over him and stroked some of it back.

My other hand comes up and I tap his cheek a few times again, the wetness spreading onto my hand as I do, but I didn't care, all I focused on was waking Billy up.
After a few seconds of tapping his face and calling out his name, he began to stir, letting out groans as he slowly opened his eyes.

'Billy?' I question, and he squints at me as I hover over him before his hand comes up and lazily strokes my face. I give him a small smile before grabbing ahold of one of his hands and hoisting him up. He sits up, still dazed and a little drowsy from the liquid we injected him with, but other than that he seemed fine.

'Why the fück would you inject with this?' Billy questions angrily as he turns over and finds the empty syringe beside him, he lifts it up to show it to me and I give him an apologetic smile.

'You were being an idiot, and you wouldn't stop...so I injected you with it...' I trail off and Billy stands up and struggles to stay up, the drugs were just wearing off so I figured he needed help, I grab ahold of his forearm and let him lean on me.

'Can we just leave' Billy rasps out and I peer outside of the living room window and look at the empty space, the same space his car was once in before they drove off in it.

'Uh about that, your car is gone, Max drove it away for something- but never mind that, just sit down and I'll get something' I say hurriedly as Billy tries to protest over the fact that I let her leave in his car, he didn't seemed too bothered by it, but he kept cursing under his breath as I ran off to wet a cloth.

'Admit it, I was beating his ass' Billy says before wincing as I wipe away some of the blood stains on his face, the water was ice cold because I used the water from their freezer. My mother always told me, that if you were washing off stains in a carpet, using ice cold water helped best, but Billy's face wasn't a carpet, so maybe this wasn't a good idea.

'I don't understand why you hate him so much' I say as I concentrate on cleaning up his bruises.

'Is that a fücking joke? I have many reasons, one, he's a dip shit, two, he acts like you two are bestfriends-' Billy states in a matter of fact manor, and I tilt his face up so I could check under his jaw and neck.

'He is my best friend, and he has been since we were little...things just changed when we were in high school...but we're working on it' I mumble out as I push his face lightly to the right, but he grasps ahold of my wrist and stops me before looking straight at my face.

'I can be your best friend, then you wouldn't need him or anyone else to be friends with' Billy suggests with a childish pout on his face, and I try to surpress my laughter at the sight infront of me, Billy Hargrove acting like a little five year old over friendships.

I drop the cloth onto the coffee table and my hand moves to cup his cheek, instantly he relaxed under my palm and my thumb lightly strokes over his cheeks.

'I need friends, you can't be the only friend in my life, but do you want to know something?' I say softly, causing Billy to hum as a response.

'You're my favourite person, scratch the titles of best friend and boyfriend, you take the cup for being my absolute favorite' I say with a genuine smile on my face, and I watch as a coy smile grows on Billy's face at my statement.

'I know I do' He says with a cocky grin on his face before his hands come up to my waist and he pulls me onto his lap. His hands clamp onto my hips as he rotates me so he can press his lips onto mine. We savour it slowly, taking our time as we did, two days of being deprived from this, felt like two years, and we both felt relieved that we could get that feeling back.

'You know, I was going to give you shit over Steve, but right now I wanna do other things...' Billy trails off and he winks at me as I realize what he means, and instantly I shake my head no, causing him to give me a persuasive smile before his fingers dig into my hips.

'C'mon, I have a condom in my pocket' Billy says but I shake my head again.

'No, Billy this is my friends house, I'm not going to' I say more seriously and he just rolls his eyes at me before I shrug him off and go back onto topic.

'I'm staying friends with Steve, I've known him longer than I've known any of my other friends, including you, so it's either we stay friends, or we're going to be taking a break' I state and I watch as Billy's facials change into an agitated one.

'I thought I made it clear-' Billy starts but I cut him off before he could finish.

'Steve and I are staying friends, or else we're going to have some issues, end of story' I state as I give Billy a serious look and he just glares at me for a few seconds before he sighs heavily and reattach his hands onto my waist.

'Fine, I'll let it go...for now' Billy says and a smile breaks onto my face before I press my lips against his lovingly, my hands come up and tangle in his hair as I kiss him passionately, and he responds instantly. Tonight's events seemed to wash away as we shared kisses, all we needed to do now was wait for everyone's arrival, confirmation on wheather the gate was closed and a ride back home.

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It's pretty short, I know but some Billy fluff in this chapter, there's gonna be drama in the next few so yesshshhs :) -D ♡