maybe won't you take it back || b.e. fanfic

thirty six

ade's pov

ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, it's 2 hours until we have to get on the plane, the airport is a 15 minute drive away, we have nothing packed, and it'll take at least half an hour, if not more (because of paparazzi) to get to our plane, but fuck it. we'll make it, we always do.

"ok, you almost ready?" billie asks as she anxiously paces around the bedroom.

billie just threw together about eight outfits, threw her brush and toothbrush in there and that's it. but for me, it takes longer. i have to plan what i'll be wanting to wear every day, plus an extra three outfits incase i decide against any of my choices when we're already there. and with billie, it's easier for her to match stuff because all she wears is graphic tees and basketball shorts or sweats. which is fine, obviously, but i'm the exact opposite.

"yes, i'm ready now." i say after another 15 minutes go bye. billie just nods and helps me get my suitcase into the car next to hers that's already back there.

before we know it, we're rolling up to LAX, ready to get our asses to Hawaii.

"i'm so excited for this trip, baby." billie says to me as we walk through the crowed airport together, our fingers intertwined and our other empty hands drag our suitcases.

"me too. it's gonna be so much fun." i add as i kiss her cheek, making her blush. i love to make her blush because she always acts like a big, bad hard person but her true self couldn't be any more different.

"billie! when will you and ade get married?!"

"how much was your new house?!"

"when will you be touring again?!" is just some of the things that the surrounding paps screams out as their flashing cameras go off, giving me a headache like always.

billie squeezes my hand tighter as we keep on walking until we get to the part of the airport they can't get into unless they have a plane ticket, which of course none of them did.

oh yeah, and since this trip was so last minute, we're flying private. usually billie hates to fly private because it's really bad for the environment, but she does so much for the world and the environment so sometimes she rewards herself with a private plane ride. hell, she's most definitely got the money to do so.

"ms eilish?" a man in a black suit says as we walk toward the "private" flyers section of the airport.

"mrs." billie corrects him as he nods and apologizes, then he shows us to the private plane.

even though it was a small thing, she's so cute.

"baby let's get a picture." billie says to me as she hands her bodyguard her phone so he can take the picture.

i nod and she puts her arms around my waist and i put my arms around her neck, posing infront of the plane normally for one photo and kissing for another one.

billie thanks the man as she takes her phone back and escorts me onto the very, very nice jet.

the interior was all white, well more like a cream, the seats were comfortable, leather (vegan) , and to top it all off they also reclined all the way back.

"sheesh this is nice as hell." billie says, almost as if she's never set foot in here before.

"billie, you own the plane." i remind her as we laugh.

"i know, it's still nice as hell thought." she says, to which i reply "true" and she takes a seat next to me.

"alright, welcome aboard, please fasten your seatbelts and get comfortable. and in 5 and a half hours, we will be arriving at your destination." the pilot says as he disappears into the cockpit and fairly soon after the plane takes off and we're in the air.