Billie Eilish Imagines

Kiss Me, Please (pt.4)

I woke up to Billie on her phone. I was still wrapped around her body like a tangled mess.

I look up at her and she smiles, "You look like a fucking mess." My eyes widen in horror as I shoot up, getting out of bed and running into the bathroom. I groan at the sight of me.
    
My hair was knotted in several different places, as they all stick up. My makeup from last night was smeared under my eyes. I really need to go back to my place to get my skin care routine back.

"Don't worry, it's a cute mess!" Billie yells from the other room.

I couldn't help but smile as I pulled my hair into a bun. I walked out of the bathroom and sat on the edge of the bed, "What time is it?"
    
Billie swipes down on her phone to check the time, "12:35."

I groan, "Shit why did you let me sleep so long?"

She laughs, "Because you and Finn were up late as hell last night. Don't worry I don't have anything to do. Your concert was my last for this part of the tour, remember?"

I do recall her taking a little break before heading to the UK to finish the tour off. "Okay but still, you're waisting all this time on me-" but she didn't let me finish my sentence.

She yanks me on the bed and strangled me before saying, "Shut the hell up y/n."

I roll my eyes, "Can we go to my apartment? My skin is crying for a facial."

She slowly gets off me and nods, "Yea we can. Although Finneas wants us back here tonight to work on your song again."

I frown, putting on my flats, "Seriously?"

She nods, "Deadass. He can't get enough of it."

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Sorry for the little tease, but the rest of this chapter is now in the actual book! So many of you have requested for me to make this into a book and I've decided to see where it will go. The book is now called "Playing With Fire" 💛 I will still continue imagines in this book.