Imagine writing a fan fiction about Billie Eilish just to find out she's read it.
Ember's entire life flips upside down when she receives a DM from someone regarding her fanfiction about Billie Eilish.
This book will contain:
-Suicidal thoughts
-S...
A/N: All credit to 'Vancouver Sleep Clinic' for the song 'Someone to stay'. I highly suggest VSC, I love them so much. The video linked is how I imagine Ember singing the song!
Also, thank you for all the kind comments and messages! I'm sick and don't have much energy at the moment so this chapter is very unedited haha.
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Waking up next to Billie will never get old, it will forever put a smile on my face. However, this morning is bittersweet. It's the last day of the tour. Billie performs her last show tonight and from there we fly straight back to LA.
As I link my book in the e-mail, Billie begins to stir beside me before her eyes squint open. "Good morning, love," I smile, using my free hand to swipe some hair out of her face.
"Morning," she yawns in a husky morning voice. "How do you feel?" She smirks.
"Great honestly," I smile. Last night was a whole dream. "What about you?"
"I feel great too," she smiles, cuddling into my chest. Her eyes scan my laptop that is set on my lap and I can see her eyes light up. "You're sending them your book?"
"Yeah. I'm nervous as fuck but I know it's what I want," I shrug, hitting the 'send' button before I start overthinking and spiralling.
"I'm proud of you," she smiles up at me adorably as I close my laptop, setting it on the nightstand.
"How do you feel about today being the last day of tour?"
"I'm happy to be going home but I'll definitely miss the shows," she explains, wrapping her arms around me. "I bet you're happy to be going home?"
"I mean, I'm relieved to know I won't have to sleep in that tiny ass bunk, but at the same time, I'm terrified to face reality once again."
"We're gonna be okay," she answers softly and I practically melt at her choice of words. 'We'.
"Yeah," I hum, running my fingers through her soft dark hair. For a few moments, we simply lay there, holding each other close. Then she leans up and kisses me, her lips lingering against mine for a few beats before pulling away. She strokes the side of my face with her free hand as she leans forward to kiss my lips once more.
"You have an interview in a bit," I tell her after breaking our embrace. "And you should probably get ready."
"Nah, I'll just go like this," she shrugs with a smirk.
I look back at her with raised brows. "You're gonna go with no pants on, one of my oversized shirts on and messy hair?"
She cocks her head, looking down at herself before rolling her eyes. "It's not that bad."
"Well duh, you look amazing in anything and your hair is cute as fuck but I don't know how pleased your managers will be with you."
