Billie Eilish | ✂️

Sharing a dorm room with Billie Eilish felt like some kind of punishment.

She was messy, rude when she woke up, and had the terrible habit of walking around her room in baggy sweatpants without caring about anything at all. And the worst part: Billie loved to tease you.

"You complain a lot," she murmurs from bed, fiddling with her phone.

Because you're unbearable.

But you're still here.

You two argued about everything. Lights left on, clothes thrown on the floor, loud music at three in the morning… it seemed impossible to go a day without an argument.

But there was something worse than hatred: tension.

Because Billie always got too close. Always held her wrist for too long. Always looked at her mouth during arguments.

And that night, after yet another idiotic argument, she lost her temper.

"Damn it, you know the effect you have and you keep acting like you don't realize it," Billie growls, pinning you against the dorm door.

His heart races.

— You're crazy.

• Perhaps.

She gripped his chin tightly, her dark eyes locked on his.

"But if you tell me to stop…" Billie murmurs hoarsely. "I'll stop."

The problem was that you clearly didn't want that.