Don't Call Me Baby (Billy Hargrove)

-Arguments-

Warning there's smut at the end of the chapter LMAO BECAUSE WHY NOTTTTTTT :) Apologies, it's cringe, pretty short, but shout out to all of the people who actually liked the smut I wrote, I personally don't like re-reading my smut chapters, fun fact.

Emilia

December, 1987

'I told you it's not going to work if you do it like that!' I shout at Billy who stubbornly continues to try and connect the misfit piece back onto our project, causing me to groan loudly as he refuses to let me try to take over.

'Billy, you have to think about it before you try to shove it on, you're going to break it!' I cry out as he tries to mould it together.

'Fück your stupid project Em, I don't care about it, and it's not like I'm the one that's going to stay in college!' He exclaims as he throws the piece away before angrily stomping to the front door of the apartment, throwing on his shoes and slamming the door shut behind him.

I sigh heavily once I hear his footsteps dissappear, and I collapse onto the floor and lean my back against the front of the couch. These days things between the two of us have been getting rougher, with the pressure of college work, being away from our families, and trying to keep up with this non stop lifestyle, things have been taking a toll on us.

We get into arguments, if you can even call them that, they're more like screaming matches, about everything. From projects and essays for our classes, to trying to keep up with paying the rent for our small apartment, and balancing the relationship between my friends, everything just weighs in on us, and we get into heated arguments because of it.

Sometimes it's made me question why I'm doing this, why I moved out with Billy and tried to start somewhere new, it's done nothing but break us apart more than anything. A knock on the door, and the sound of laughter is heard from the other side of my front door, and instantly I know it's Jordan, Leigh and Steve.

So I shift my failed project, plaster on a content smile as pull the door open. The three of them are carrying in takeaways, already deep in a conversation about some new movie, so they didn't really question anything.

'Serve your food people, we gotta get moving or else we gonna miss it' Jordan says, his mouth already full of the fries he took out of the box, and instantly I know he's refereeing to the TV show we've all invested in.

So we serve our food, and I make sure that I sound more like myself so they don't get suspicious of anything. But they do question me where Billy is, and I just lie and tell them he's out at the garage helping out with fixing a car. Eventually we all settle in and watch the TV show.

I barely watched it because I was too busy thinking about the thoughts that have been consuming my mind lately. Was this really a mistake moving out with Billy? Did I make a bad move by rushing and start a life with him away from home. These thoughts made me feel sick and guilty, and I couldn't help but feel the need to excuse myself and go to the bathroom.

I rinsed my face, splashing the cold water onto my skin in hopes that it would make the heat in my cheeks cool down. And I almost slipped on the tiled floor when I realized Steve was leaning against the door frame of the bathroom.

'Jesus, Steve how long have you been standing there?' I question as I place a hand on my chest and feel it rising rapidly.

'Long enough to notice that face you make when you're over thinking things, tell me about it Em' Steve says, and I sigh heavily as I realize I can't hide it anymore.

'Billy and I got into another argument, and I'm starting to question if this whole thing is worth it' I rant, feeling the tears slip from my eyes involuntarily, causing Steve to brush his hair back before stepping forward, pulling me toward him and into his body.