Therefore I am Yours | Billie Eilish - Watty Awards 2022

25. NO TOUCHING

Jordan POV

"Excuse me?" Someone taps me on the shoudler, bringing me back to life after Billie and I fell asleep in the hotel Lobby.

I open my eyes and see a women standing in front of the couch we are laying on. I sit up and look at Billie next to me, still sleeping.

"I am sorry to wake you but you will have to leave. The charwomen have to clean here now." She walks away - Me sighing.

I shake Billie softly, bringing her back to life as well.

"We gotta go." I plainly say and stand up, walking towards the elevator and leaving Billie behind with a questionable gaze.

"Wait!" She calls, quickly grabbing her shoes and tippy toeing towards me in her socks only. I gotta say, she looks adorable.

We go up to our room and Billie falls down on the mattress, head first. After a minute of realizing that she can't fall back asleep, she leans on her elbows, laying on her stomach and scrolling through her notifications.

"Shit. Oh no." She says, putting the phone up to her ear.

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"I'm sorry, I- I didn't pick up your calls because I fell asleep. Last Night was just-" She stops, fiddling with the bed sheets.
"I don't know."

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"I don't fucking care about the stupid contract. I have a life to live and when I fall asleep, there should be no one telling me that I have to take every important call, that comes in. I am only human."

Billie sounds angry.

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"Yes. We will be there. See you." She hangs up, throwing the phone on the bed and pushing her face back down into the pillow, sighing.

I walk over to her, straddling her back and stroking her hair.

"Mhh." She moans.
"That feels good."

A smile creeps onto my face.

"Jordan?" Billie asks.

"Yes?" I keep on stroking her.

"I love you."

...

"I love you too, Billie."

"I don't want to fly back." She complains.

"Why?"

"Because the flight is hella long." Billie says in a duh tone.

"We will get through it."

*LONG TIME SKIP*

The plane hits the ground and we are finally back in Los Angeles. Thank god it wasn't too stressful.
We drive home and I planned to stay at Jordan's for the rest of the day. I already called my mom and told her that I was going to come home later.

We walk into the entrance of her house and put down all the bags, loosing some heavy-ass weight.
Jordan's dad comes over to us, jogging.

"Hey girls! How was your trip?" He asks, embracing both of us into a quick hug.

"It was great. We had a lot of fun." I answer after Jordan took a little too long to answer because of what really happened.

"Yes. It was awesome." She looks over to me.
"Look, my new things that Bil bought me." Jordan says excitedly. Her mood changing like I just flipped a switch.

She sits down on the floor, opening up her suitcase and pulling out her purses and shoes.
Her dad examines them and smiles.

"These are Dior..." He says, holding the bag up.
"Who paid for this." He asks, looking at me with an I know You did Look.

"Well. My beautiful girlfriend did." Jordan says, snatching the bag back from her dad.

I just bite my lip and wrap my arms around her from the back, resting my head on her shoulder.

"Did you say thank you sufficiently?" He raises his eyebrows at her.

"Y-"

I cut her off.

"Yes, she did." I simply say with a kiss on her cheek.

"Okay then. What are you guys going to do for the rest of the day." He asks, glimpsing down at his watch and walking into the kitchen. I wonder where Pamela is.

"We are just going to go into my room. Bye dad." J says, pulling my hand to lead me to her room.

We enter and she walks to her bed straight away, laying down. I stand in the door frame, leaning on it and just look at her.

"What? You're just going to stand there are stare?" Jordan bites her lip.

"Well... I am not complaining, Am I?" I say, crossing my arms in front of my body.

"You are going to, soon." She says and with that, she pulls up the hem of her shirt slightly, exposing the skin on her tummy. I lick my lips.

Oh God.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I step closer with a smirk plastered on my face.

"Just that you're not allowed to touch." She says and pulls the covers over her body, turning on her laptop and starting netflix.

I sprint over to her and snatch the device out of her hands.

"Jordan." I look at her wide eyed.

"What?!"

"Don't act like nothing happened." I laugh.

"What happened?" She sounds like she genuinely doesn't know. But she does.

"You just-" I stop, looking at her confusedly.
"No it's good."

She was just messing with me and I don't want to pressure her into anything that she might now want. We just lay there for the rest of the afternoon and watch a documentary on Netflix. It was really good. After we finishes it, I said goodbye to my baby and went home. The whole night i couldn't stop thinking about how perfect she just is. I am one lucky bitch. That's for sure.

[I tried not to put in as many details as I used to. Do you like it better that way? I just don't know because no one reads this shit lmao. Okay... it's 100 people, which I am hella thankful for. Really]