Wrong Number-Billie Eilish

Chapter 5~💜

She was warm, soft, beautiful and she even smelt amazing.

Billie's p.o.v (Well this is new)

She was just as I had imagined. Sweet, cute, beautiful, joyful and smells amazing. 

"Baby don't cry!!" I exclaim through giggles of happiness

"I-I can't help it. You're just as I thought you were, Billie! You're warm, soft, beautiful and you smell nice too!!"

I hate the fact that I made her cry, but I was kind of proud that I'm the person who makes Sienna feel happiness she's never felt before. 

"I thought the same about you too, Sienna" I cup her face in my hands and look deeply into her eyes. Damn, I've never seen such pretty eyes like hers before.

"Sorry for crying so much, this is just the best thing that's happened to me in like 8 years"

Shit that hurt. What does she mean, in like 8 years?  

"What do you mean 8 years?"

She stayed silent. I understand if she doesn't like talking about it, but I have to know if my baby hasn't been happy for 8 years until she met me.

"Tell me, please baby! I can't bare hearing you say that!"

I suddenly fell down onto both my knees and began crying. My chest started to hurt where my heart seemed to be in pain. This hurt so bad, it felt as if my whole body was giving up on me. 

"Billie, I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner but my parents died when I was 9 and I've had depression ever since!"

S-She...

"Baby, why didn't you tell me?!"

"I-It hurts Bil Bil. I hate it. But they took their own life, along with my two brothers Carter and Nathan"

"I'm so, so sorry, Sienna" 

My heart dropped. I thought she was a happy girl. Clearly I was wrong about that.....

"Come into my room and we talk about it in better detail"

"O-Okay"

I walked into my room and she followed shortly behind me. I sat down onto my couch and patted the seat next to me, signaling for her to sit beside me. She saw me patting the couch and placed her small, petite figure down next to me. I moved my hand from off of my leg and along onto her left thigh. She didn't hesitate to look at my hand and then back up to me. She looked so hurt yet so pretty that it was hard to even believe I'd met this girl as a wrong number encounter. 

"Are you okay baby girl?" I ask, now rubbing my thumb on her thigh as support

"Not really, but you're one of the reasons why I don't think about them much"

I stopped and looked deeply into her eyes like my life depended on it.

"That's a good thing, right?"

"Of course it is if it makes you happy"

She looked back into my eyes like I did. It felt amazing to have her in my life.