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*billie's pov*

As I wake up, I realise that me and Lily must have fallen asleep in conversation, not remembering saying goodnight.

However, I'm under my duvet (i don't know what americans call it sry) and she's noticably not beside me.

"Lily?" I call out sleepily, sitting up slowly as my eyes get used to the red light. I'm suprised this lighting hadn't fucked up my eyesight yet.

"I'm over here Bil." She calls, walking over from her side of the room. "Morning."

"Morning." I smile, yawing as I stretch my arms out. "Did you tuck me in?"

"Yeah, I just woke up like of early and I wanted you to be warm so I moved you under your duvet." She smiles, weirdly nervous for my response.

I nod my head upwards, showing I understand and widen my eyes looking down, trying to recall what I have to do today.

"What time is it?" I slowly get out of my bed.

"It's like almost seven so we should probably get down to breakfast." She says, finishing her eyeliner.

It's funny to me how she takes so long to get ready. I mean, I know I'm overly precise with my rings and chains but I take nowhere near as long as she does.

I don't get why she feels the need to glam herself up anyway, she's so naturally beautiful it's insane. How I managed to pull her I'll never be able to figure out.

Choosing a shorts and oversized hoodie set out my wardrobe, I hear Liliana clear her throat awkwardly, as if she's been trying to plan this moment for a while.

"You alright angel?" I ask, not bothering to change in the bathroom since she's now seen me naked.

Shit.

"Can we talk?" I feel myself freeze up at her words.

Those three words out together have the power to create a full on heart attack in anyone. They lead you to overthink, panic, just anything bad.

And being 'Billie Eilish' doesn't change that.

"Sure." I say quietly, already knowing what she's going to ask about.

I should've thought last night through a tiny bit more. Don't get me wrong,I don't regret it at all. Even though me and her had only been dating for like less then a day it feels like we've been for like ever.

Just the way we generally act around each other is so cozy and intimate having sex with her wasn't awkward for me.

Not to mention she gives the best head ever.

Fuck, I could get off just thinking about it.

"What happened with the plasters?" She asks quietly, walking round to meet my eye as she shows this desperate, concerned look on her face.

"Is it- did I do something or-"

"Babygirl listen to me." I say seriously, grabbing both her hands with mine. "I don't ever want to hear you saying that again. Alright? Anything that I do to myself you can never blame on you because it's all me. It's all me and my stupid brain. You're perfect, you hear me? I don't want you thinking like that again."

She looks down for a second, biting her lip as her glossy eyes blink furiously.

"I'm just worried about you Bil." She says, her voice cracking. "You rarely talk to me about these things and it's scaring me. I never know what you're thinking and it makes me feel useless."