Billie Eilish x Male reader (Discontinued)

Chapter 7

Y/N’s POV

    Oh my God some one stop that ringing. I rub my eyes and ahh shit where the fuck am I and what the fuck am I wearing. Oh shit was I or something. I tried to remember what happened last night and the person that comes up again and again is Billie Fucking Eilish. Fuck now I really need to remember what I did last night. I got out of the bed and got out of the room. I can hear a cornucopia of voices downstairs but first I gotta go to the bathroom wait where is the bathroom? Fuck the disadvantages of waking up in a new house. After a couple of minutes of searching I found that son of a bitch. Ha Y/N 1 New House 0. Ok now let’s try to recall what happened last night. Uhmm I can already tell I drank too much and one of the last things that I remember is going to my car to get some gin. Ok I am in new cloths so that means at some point they saw my wounds. I check my cuts at they are perfectly bandaged so that means we went to the hospital at some point cause I know for a fact that I can’t bandage that good but it wasn’t hospital level bandaging. So that means we probably quitted filming the episode with Jimmy and went to a clinic. I went back to the room I slept in and found my phone on the nightstand. I unlocked it and checked the call history. I smiled as my suspicion were conformed Nate called me last night and I’d assume Billie or Finneas pick it up and said I’d be staying at their house cause I was too drunk. So getting my conclusion I am at Billie’s house and the voices downstairs are her and her family’s. Ha who said I wasn’t smart and childish is only 50% correct.
   
     I searched for my old cloths and found them lain of a chair at the corner of the room. I searched my pockets and was happy when I found my airpods. I always have a rule and it being to always have carry something that I can use to listen to music. I had the thought of calling Josh and getting out of here as soon as possible but decided against it cause hey these people took care of me when I was shit drunk and also took care of my wounds that would’ve been infected otherwise so the least I can do I say thank you. I connected my air pods and played Change by NF. Damn that guy makes good music. I started nodding to the beat and decided to go downstairs. I continued to go to the center of the room and found Billie and her family sitting around the dining table. I paused the music and took of my airpods. I think they noticed me cause they stopped talking and turned their faces to me oh god I hate when people do that cause my instinctual reaction is to look down to my feet or run away but this time is decided to do things differently. I looked said while stuttering “Hey uhh T-Thank you f-for taking c-care of me when I-I was drunk a-and also t-taking m-me to a clinic to b-bandage my wounds. “It’s ok dude what are friends for.” Said Finneas to me with a smile. “Come here grab a chair and sit with us and eat breakfast sweetie.” said to the woman sitting right in front of me “No I don’t want to intrude on your family time. I can go once I know where my car is” “Sit son I have some questions to ask you.” “Yes s-sir” I replied to the man that I think is Billie’s and Finneas’s father. “Come sit right here” said Billie while patting the sit next to her. I sighed and went and sat next to her. she looked at me and said “So how’s the hangover going?” “It’s mild and my body is used to it so it doesn’t affect me that me” I said while looking at the pancakes her mother was putting on my plate. Damn it smelled heavenly. “Why is your body used to it son?” her father asked me. “That’s because I am an alcoholic Mr. O’Connell” I replied while slicing my pancakes.

    I can feel his burning gaze. I tried to stay composed while eating my pancakes “Damn Ms. O’Connell these are the best pancakes I ever ate” “You flatter me sweetie and please just call me Maggie you’re to formal.” She replied to me with a smile. She’s a nice lady. “So my daughter told me you are an orphan can you tell me how that happened?” ok I was taken back when he asked me that. “Patrick what’s wrong with you! You don’t have to answer that sweetie” “Nah it’s ok I’ll tell you the story but its better if you take a seat for it” Ms. O’Connell nodded and sat down. I took a deep breath. “It was on a Thursday night I remember we were walking back to home me, my brother, my mom and dad. I think we took the wrong turn or smt. We were ganged up and chloroformed. The next thing I remember we were in an abandoned warehouse of some kind. I was the last to wake up. I saw 2 guys standing in front of us. They said to me as soon as I woke up ‘You woke up last so you are the chosen one’ Then they started to debate whether I’d do it or not. I didn’t understand what they were talking about. They untied me and gave me loaded gun and put another gun straight to my head.” I heard all of them gasp then I continued with a blank face “They brought in my parents first then my brother and said if I don’t shoot them that they’d shot me” I started tearing up remembering the trauma “And I did what they asked I shot my parents and family and then shot them too. At the age of 10 I killed 5 people.” Bille hugged me and said “Just stop Y/N. It’s ok we don’t need to hear the rest.” But I continued “what I didn’t know was that my dad called the police with anyone of us knowing and that they we’re listing to everything that was happening. It took them a good 30 min to came and oh boi those were the longest 30 minutes of my life. I was there for that much time with the dead bodies of my parents and two people that I just killed. After the police came they found out what happened and I went to strict therapy didn’t help then I went into the foster system and obviously I wasn’t adopted and after some hard work some suicide attempts and a lot of addictions I am here”

    Patrick looked at me and said “Well you’re obviously lying.” “Dad that’s enough!” said Billie. “You can google 5 people found dead and only a 10-year-old survives in Y/C”. he took out his phone and googled that and found the articles that were written about the incident. He was ashamed I can see it on his face. I stood up and said with a smile “Well this was fun lets no do this again ever and if any of you talk about this to anyone I’ll make your lives living hell” and headed to the door. I went out and called Josh “Yo Josh come and pick me up as soon as you can I’m at Billie Eilish’s house here in NYC” “Yeah cool is everything ok man you sound disturbed” “Just come here as fast as you can” I said and hanged up the phone. I sighed and stared cleaning up my tears. Oh god I want to kill Patrick I really do that mother fucker just ruined my day maybe my week even. “Y/N can you come inside please” I didn’t even turn around “Why should I do that Billie?” “Cause there are a lot of paparazzi around my house and they might take your pic or something. So please come in.” “Nah but thanks. I’ll stay here and wait for Josh to come” “I sorry that my dad made you talk about it I know it’s for you” “Yeah thanks” I said while sitting on the pavement. I think she gave up on my cause she went back to the house. I waited for Josh for some minutes and he came and I got into that car as fast I can “Dude you alright?” he asked me concerned
“Just drive Josh” and drive he did.