Lovely;Billie Eilish

Chapter 15

We were in the car on the way back and I had been silent since the interview had ended. Fucking stupid whack ass bitch killed my mood completely with that stupid fucking question.

That's something I've learned recently, reporters, interviewers and paparazzi literally don't give a shit about how a question can affect you they just care about their shitty pay bonuses.

That's all people really think about; money. Yeah I get we need it to survive our everyday lives but invading people's privacy just for an extra 100 bucks is such a shitty thing to do.

We pull up at the hotel and I head straight to our room and into the bathroom locking the door behind me. Playing soccer was the one thing that brought happiness to my life, now all it brings is happy memories with a tragic ending.
Stupid fucking ACL tear.

I hear a light knock on the door, "Are- are you ok Sam" I heard Billies muffled voice say from the other side. I sigh, "yeah I'm fine" I rubbed my face with my hands and took a deep breath.

I unlock the door and step out into our room. "You don't look fine" I think the distressed expression on my face gave it away. "You should get going you have another interview in just under an hour" I said looking at my watch to check the time.

"It's fine I cancelled" she sat down on the edge of her bed. "Why'd you do that" I question her. "Wasn't feeling it, plus I could tell you needed a little emotional support buddy" Billie smiled.

"You didn't have to cancel your interview for me Billie, I'll be fine I'll be over it in an hour or two, it's no big deal" I sat down beside her. "That's not the point, it clearly upset you, I know how the press are they've definitely had that planned since you were named as an opener, but unfortunately that's just how the industry is" she frowned.

"I have to get used to it one way or another, it was bound to happen at some point, I just wasn't expecting it to be this early on ya know" I looked up at her.

She pulled me in to lean against her side and began rubbing my back, "yeah I know the feeling, especially when it jumps out at you out of nowhere, it can be quite overwhelming and scary" Billie replied understandingly.

"We have a few hours to kill until the show later, how about we go to a nice restaurant get some dinner then come back and head to the venue" Billie gave me pleading eyes.

"Ok fine" I gave in. "Come on let's get going then" she pulled me to my feet. Billie called her driver and we got in the SUV, a few minutes later we pulled up to this fancy looking restaurant.

"I don't think I've ever been anywhere this fancy in my life" I joked once we were seated. "Well it's about time you try out the luxury life" she laughed.

A waiter came over and gave us a menu each. I scanned over it taking in the prices, Jesus it was like 90 bucks for a steak, but I bet that steak was to die for.

We ordered our meals and they arrived not long after, these guys have quick service I'll give them that, or maybe it was because Billie was a big A list celebrity. We began eating, "so are you all set for tonight" Billie asked before eating the food that was on her fork.

"Yeah, I'm all good, ready to go" I reassured her. Suddenly we heard the shutters of a camera go off followed by a flash. "I swear to god the fucking paparazzi ruin everything" she set her knife and fork on the table and sighed.

Soon enough the cameras had found a way inside but didn't come into a close proximity. "We can leave if your uncomfortable, Ive dealt with situations like this back at the club I can get you out safely" I said truthfully. She sighed again and slowly nodded her head.

I stood up taking my wallet out leaving the right amount of cash and a tip on the table. "Here put my jacket over your head and wear these" I fished a pair of sunglasses out of my jacket pocket.

We headed towards the entrance to see a deadly swarm of paparazzi and media. I wrapped my right arm around Billies waist and positioned her in front of me, holding her close to my torso. Being tall and jacked helped in situations like this.

I opened the door to reporters yelling out insensitive questions and cameras being shoved in Billies face. "Ay back the fuck up, move it" I said shoving my way through the crowd and towards Billies driver.

One guy reached out in hopes to grab Billie by the arm. "Are you fucking crazy, I said back the fuck up dude, you may not be able sue Billie for billions but I'll fucking take you" I barked. The fear was evident when he realised I wasn't joking.

There was at least 50-60 reporters and paps swarming us like blood hungry murderers trying to get at their next victim, it was crazy. "Almost there" I whispered in Billies ear above all of the commotion.

"Billie we heard a possible rumour you and Danielle Bregoli may be having a secret relationship out of the media's view, any comments on that" Billie rolled her eyes "Dani and I are friends the fuck you people not get about that" She said back with an attitude.

The guy from the first incident reached for Billie again. Clutching onto her I grab the guy by the shirt, "Lay a finger on her and I'll kick your ass muchacho" I growled lowly trying to make my point clear.

I let go of the fabric and gently shove him so he stumbles a few steps back. I continue to move my way through the crowd of bozos before finally making it to the car door. I open it while maintaining a strong hold on Billie as I make sure she gets in safely.

I quickly climb in behind her and close the door before the driver locks them. A sigh of relief fell from my lips as I leant my head back into the headrest and took a deep breath. "Well that was quite stressful if I do say so myself" I joked trying to make light of the situation.

Billie looked over at me, relief evident in her facial expression.
"Don't gotta tell me twice" she gently massaged her temples trying to reduce her stress levels.