🌟bILLIE eILISH smut 🌟

The therapeutic gf (b.e.)

Y/N's POV

"Stupid bitch..." i mutter to myself as I opened a Kit-Kat.

I broke off one and bit half of it off.

I was watching Scary movie again. Best movie ever. It's funny, it's accurate, and it's funny.

I love how Cindy acts, stupidest bitch ever and I love her.

I feel my phone vibrating so I groan and continue chewing my Kit Kat as I paused the movie with my other hand.

I reached for my phone and saw 'bbygirl🤤💚' would like FaceTime...

I furrowed my eyebrows since she's meant to be doing her M&G right now.

I answer it as I swallow my chocolate.

"Y/N... I-I can't.." Billie's voice shook as she spoke and he face popped up on my screen.

"Billie? Baby, what's wrong?" I ask, sitting up while throwing my chocolate bar on my blanket.

"I'm so sick! I-it's so stupid, the paps... t-they won't leave me-e alone!" Billie cried out, she seemed to be in the green room alone.

"Who? What? Bubba, listen to me. What's wrong? What's happened? I thought you were meant to be doing a meet and greet tonight." I asked Billie confusedly

She was crying, and it wasn't one of those, like, cries that will go away in a few minutes, she was crying like she was held at hostage or something.

"I-I don't wanna continue... I wanna stop, fuck this... Y/N, p-please... I love you, help me. I don't wanna be alone, I don't trust myself anymore." Billie's face was no longer on the screen. Instead, I couldn't only see her green roots.

"Bils, just tell me what's happened."

I was getting more anxious and worried as time passed.

"I'm sick of this life. Everywhere I-I go... everyone's pestering me abo-about how I feel about another celebrity. Or-or they're twisting my words. And, I just wanna die. I'm s-so sick of this shit! I-I'm fucking done... bro, I... the Meet and Greet started 10 minutes ago... T-the fans - they're waiting for me. Expecting so much from me, an-and I can't give them what they want."

I furrow my eyebrows and place my phone on my bed.

"Baby, relax. What did you mean when you said you don't trust yourself anymore?"

Billie sobbed and sniffles as she sat up from the couch, she set me up against something on the table in front of the couch.

She pulled up her hoodie's sleeves and sighed before showing me her wrists.

"I can't stop... I want to, but, it helps so much. You're not here, you're the only thing I have that helps me. But, you're not here... I-I'm sorry.. I don't trust myself to not h-hurt myself..."

I gasped as I saw Billie's fresh cuts on her pale wrists.

"Oh, honey... babygirl, I'm so sorry. I've been caught up in work. Billie... I'll try and catch a flight there as soon as I can, baby. Please try to stop, for me? I know it's hard, bubs, I do. But, FaceTime me as much as you can from now on. I want to know what you're doing through the day. Well get through this, bubba. I love you,"

I wanted to start crying because I hate it when Billie gets depressed. She hasn't been for a while because I've been with her. But, when she went on tour, things went downhill for her mental health.

Billie puts her face in her hands and nods as her body shakes.

"Don't ever forget I love you,"

I tell her as I grab my laptop from my floor with a groan and start looking for flights from L.A. to London.