Billie Eilish Fanfic - Forced.

Press BILLIE'S POV

I rolled over in bed, still feeling groggy from last night. Jesus. I don't think I had an interview this morning, just a show tonight. I tried to run through Cleo's photo shoot schedule in my head, I think she had an off day today. We were in NYC and I wanted to go exploring with her. I opened my eyes to the other side of my bed, shocked that Cleo was not there.

Then I remembered what happened last night and scoffed, she would be back. She always acted like this when I was lonely and got some other pussy. I meant it when I said those girls didn't mean shit to me. She knew that. She was just being jealous.

I got up and walked to the bathroom to brush my teeth.

Where was Cleo's toothbrush? And her hairbrush? And makeup?

She must have came back and took her stuff while I slept. I always was a heavy sleeper. I couldn't help but feel a little bit worried at this point. She had never done this before.

I hopped in the shower and prepped myself for the day. Fuck it, I guess I would make it a shopping day alone then. Cleo always bitched when I took too long in the shoe store anyway. She always said I spent too much money on designer stuff. She didn't have shit growing up and I got that. I guess maybe she was a little bit right...I did spend too much on shoes. Cleo still thrifted and she was a millionaire herself now from modeling...she was humble. I loved that about her.

I called my driver and security to meet me at the hotel entrance and I exited the hotel with my head down, trying to avoid the paparazzi that was waiting for me outside. Their questions were deafening.

"MISS EILISH HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE SINGLE?"

My head popped up at that question. Cleo has told the fucking press? Or told someone that told the press? Either way, I wanted to know more. Was she actually serious about this bullshit?

"Single?" I responded casually.

"Yes Miss Eilish, rumor has it Cleo Thomas has broken things off with you due to some cheating. There are pictures of you with another girl on social media. The source is anonymous. Do you have a comment for TMZ?" The reporter eagerly asked.

I processed the new information,

"The bitches that aren't Cleo don't mean shit to me, y'all need to mind your own business," I said dryly, entering my car.

Thank God for tinted windows.