A Billie Eilish Fanfic - Kidnapped

Hair

Cleo's POV

Billie didn't come to bed until late last night, when she did she smelled like liquor. She wrapped her arms around me and I snuggled into the warmth of her body. She made me feel safe no matter what the situation...even thought I knew how fucked up and twisted she could be.

We woke up early and I got dressed in some jeans and a t shirt Billie had picked out for me, I slid my feet into some Gucci flip flops I had found online. Billie insisted on ordering them. Maria brought me some toast and kissed my forehead, telling me good morning. She knew I was going to partake in some illegal activities today...but she kept her opinion to herself. I appreciate her not trying to make me feel guilty but part of me wanted to hear what she had to say too. She reminded me so much of what a mother is supposed to be like.

"Baby! Are you nervous for tonight?" Billie walked into the kitchen and started biting into an apple.

"Yes. But I can do anything you need me to do....I guess I'm mostly just nervous that rap guy won't pick me, it fucks everything up it he doesn't," I explained.

Billie looked me up and down, "He will pick you. Pretend he's me, do what you have to do to get in. I know you're acting. You don't like dick. Right?" She raised her eyes brows at me, half asking...half not.

"Right," I responded quietly.

Billie drove me to the hair salon and watched as the hair stylist put even blonder highlights in my hair. It seemed like it took forever for the whole process to be over but when she was done I looked in the mirror and felt pretty damn cocky.

"I love my blondie being even more blonde," Billie whispered and bit up my neck. The hair stylists at the surrounding stations exchanged confused looks with my hair stylist.

"What you never tried eating pussy before?" Billie asked, cackling as their facial expressions dropped. They obviously hadn't realized we were gay.

Billie handed her card over to pay, $250! For hair? Geez. I felt guilty....even though the shit looked fire.

"That won't be necessary Mrs. Eilish, a Raj Merkano has covered your expenses for today, we have his card on file for Cleo's expenses," the hairstylist click-clacked her nails on the keyboard, not looking up.

Billie's face appeared confused, and kind of pissed? "Oh, cool..." she grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the hair salon and back into the car.

I hadn't been out of the house much at all since Billie took me to Italy, but she was slowly letting me come with her more often.

"Are you mad that Raj paid for my hair?" I asked.

"I don't like that mother fucker doing anything with you. He has an agenda, don't talk to him without my permission, okay?" I nodded in response.

"Want me to take you out to eat before this heist baby?"

"I would love that," I smiled and grabbed her hand as she shifted gears.

Billie took me to a Japanese restaurant because a bitch loves sushi. We small talked and held hands and kissed in public like a real married couple would. I was so excited to go on vacation with her. We had to postpone leaving a few days because of this heist but I didn't care, she still was taking me.