you and bill's house is basically his characters' house from hemlock grove !
(y/n)'s pov
i walked into bill and i's house, putting my keys in the bowl and hanging up my coat and purse.
"bill?" i called out. no response. "bill!" i called a little louder, thinking he didn't hear me. i went upstairs to bill's office.
i knocked on the door. "what, (y/n!)" he shouted as i opened the door. "i'm just came up here to tell you i'm home." i said quietly.
"you don't need to tell me when you get home." he said, getting up from his desk. "you're always bothering me when i'm busy and doing work! you can be so goddamn annoying sometimes!" he shouted.
i frowned. "i let you know when i get home so you don't freak out." i stated. he scoffed at me. "frankly (y/n), i don't care. i'm busy." he hissed as he shooed me from his office. why was he acting like this?
"but bil-"
"go away (y/n)!" he shouted. i jumped, quickly turning and making my way down the stairs. tears filled my eyes. did i do something wrong? i don't like arguing with bill. i hate it when he shouts; it scares me. he knew that.
i went into my office and sat down infront of a large, empty canvas. usually when bill and i argued, i would paint to release pent up emotions. but i felt too confused right then to express how i was feeling. what should i do? i don't want to bother him again, but i don't want to go to bed with this argument on my mind.
after sitting there for a few minutes, i decided to go to bill and i's room and shower. as i was getting my stuff together for my shower, i heard bill walk in. i turned to see him standing at the door with a guilty face.
"(y/n), i'm so sorry. i'm sorry for yelling at you." he whispered. he looked as if he was about to cry. hot tears fell down my face.
"i don't care that you yelled at me, bill." i paused. i walked to him. "am i annoying, bill? do you not care about me?" i cried. bill stepped closer to me and grabbed my hands. he wiped my tears with the pad of his thumbs.
"no, darling. you could never annoy me. i love and care about you so much. it's been a stressful week, and i took it out on you. that's no excuse for me being a dick. but i'm really sorry." he said, looking into my eyes. i looked back into his and saw guilt and sincerity.
i looked back down, and unwillingly let out a sob. bill pulled me into his arms all the way. he held me as i cried. he stroked my hair whilst repeating the two words" i'm sorry."
"i love you bill." i hiccuped. i hugged him tight as he placed a kiss on my forehead. he gently grabbed my face, and gave me a passionate kiss. our lips moved together perfectly.
we pulled apart. "why don't we get some dinner, darling?" he whispered in my ear. i nodded and pulled away from him, and grabbed his hand.
"i love you so very much, (y/n)" he expressed.
"i love you too bill. so much."
