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

fourty

ade's pov

billie and i have been touring and vacationing all damn year. but it's been the best. every moment with her has a been filled with happiness and bliss, most definitely our best year together so far.

today we finally arrive back home! and, to no one's surprise, in a week we're going to the grammys because, of course, billie is nominated for all of the same grammys she was nominated for last year. minus album of the year since she didn't release an album this year.

"ah, home sweet home." i say as we walk into the our cold, empty house but it seems to liven up right away.

"fuck, i missed LA." she says with a smile as i help her bring all of the luggage upstairs.

putting on a playlist that consists of both of our favorite songs that plays through the bluetooth speakers in our closet and bedroom, we begin to unpack and hang things up as we sing and dance in true billie eilish fashion.

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the week flew by, and before i knew it, billie and i are arriving at the grammy's in a fancy ass limo with claudia and finneas.

tonight, billie is wearing pretty much what she wore to the last grammy's, except all of the green had been replaced with blue. the reason, you may ask? well, billie dyed her hair back to blue. definitely a power move that her fans and i ate up all in one bite. i love the blue on her. it reminds me of when we first met, being three years ago now. time really does fly.

"billie! billie eilish over here!" photographers yell from the sidelines as we step onto the red carpet, hand in hand. the photographers yell various things and all of the words mash together, making billie and i giggle at their gibberish.

i smile and billie gives her iconic resting bitch face, occasionally flashing a genuine smile.

a couple grouling hours later, we've finally arrived into the main building and take our seats. just like last year, billie wins every one. now, she has ten whole grammys. to say i'm proud of her in an understatement.

"billie! how does it feel to now have 10 grammys?" one paparazzi asks as we walk out of the building, grinning from ear to ear.

"it feels fucking amazing." she says, sticking her tongue out at the cameras and then grabbing my hand and dragging us away into the private limo to take us to the after party.

"baby!!!" i say proudly as i cup her face and kiss her passionately.

"i love you so much." she says with a smile as we finally part.

"i love you more, pop star." i say, igniting our "i love you more" fight.

"no, i love you more!" she says, i just roll my eyes playfully and rest my head on her shoulder as the driver continues to drive.

"now, let's party!" i shout as we hop out of the limo and billie both run instead and start dancing and jumping our asses off.

"hey, billie." i say a little drunken from the bottomless champagne that's been offered while staring at billie's eyes. her arms hold my waist and my hands join behind her neck as we sway slowly to the music and the bass that's blasting through the dance floor.

"hi ade." she replies with an extremely large smile and not an ounce of alcohol in her breath.

"i want a babyyy" i slur as my face inches closer to hers.

"really?" she asks, her eyes glistening in the reflection of the strobe lights.

"yes." i answer quickly before planting a kiss on her lips, which somehow sobers me up a bit.