Scream My Name

The meeting

Word count: 2,250

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You'd been on tour with Billie for about two weeks now. You've never actually met her or seen her perform. But today, she just happens to walk into her green room while you were setting it up. You currently had your head phones in, violently banging your head and silently singing the lyrics to "Kinda Wish You Were Gay" when the door opens.

You had no clue that Billie had walked into the room, until 5 minutes went by. So when you turn around, you nearly jump out of your skin at the sight of Billie leaning against the door frame with a smile on her face. You snatch the headphones out of your ears, straightening up your back.

"I-im sorry. I'm done. I'm leaving." You stutter embarrassed. You were just caught looking like an idiot by your idol. Billie Fucking Eilish. Although Billie's a very kind person and probably doesn't care but shit, still embarrassing.

"Nah, it's cool, Mammas." She smirks before tucking her hands in her pockets before kicking the door shut, giving you a small look over with a smirk, she slowly licks her lips when her eyes take in your breasts. "You're Y/N, right?" She plops down on the couch and kicks up her feet up calmly while you're dying on the inside.

"Yeah, that's me. Nice to meet you." You smile shyly and offer her a little wave. She pats the empty seat beside of her on the couch. You walk over and gently sit down.

"So how you liken' tour so far?" She asks, adjusting her seating position so she's facing you, her head resting gently on her face.

"U-um it's been great" You stutter slightly looking up at her through your lashes, fiddling with the bottom of your jacket.

Billie slightly giggles at you, "It's been great having you here, Y/N. I actually have snacks that I can eat!" She yells out. A small smile creeps across your cheeks.

"I know, I saw a video of you one time in your green room talking about how you couldn't eat any of the snacks. Shits kinda not cool." You shrug your shoulders at the thought, thinking it's kinda stupid.

"Well, Thank you. It's nice."

"It's my pleasure, really. You deserve it." A genuine smile spreads across your cheeks and one has spread on hers to. Her glossy lips are pulled up in a huge smile. "It's kinda my way of saying thank you, I guess. You've done a lot for me."

"Thank you, Y/N. Really, it means a lot." She wraps her arms are around your neck and her head is in your shoulder, and your chests are pressed together. Her arms are tightly secured around your body, so tight you're almost unable to breath, and yours are under hers, around her waist. It's comforting. You feel as if your worries have drifted away. You feel happy and content. And you're also still dying cause Billie Fucking Eilish.

"Billie, I love you, but I kinda wanna breath." You pat her back before pulling away. "Jesus, do you hug all of your fans like that?" You breathe in a deep breath and let it out.

"Nah, just the cute ones." Billie winks at you and a blush creeps across your cheeks, "or just you." Now you're bright red at this point. Billie just called you cute.

"Oh my God, Billie! Shut up!" You yell at her, pushing her slightly.

"Hey, don't get mad at me!" She grabs your hands as they go to push her again, "Push me again, Bitch!"

Laughing, you stand up, "Yeah, whatcha gonna do bout' it, Ellish?" You tease her, biting your lip.

Billie stands up, pointing her finger at you, "You lil hoe!" She shouts before tackling you, both of you fall on to the ground, her on top of you.