5 | i promise

- billie's pov -

its the weekend and the day of the gucci event. i just finished hair and makeup so all i have to do is get dressed and then i'll head to tatum's to pick saylor up.

"who are you taking with you, again?" my mom asked me.

"her name's saylor. i met her through tatum," i told her.

"when did you meet her?"

"uh.. like 2 weeks ago," i said as i avoided eye contact with her.

"and you guys are close enough already for you to bring her to an event?" mom furrowed her eyebrows.

"yes mom," i looked at her. "we've hung out a couple times. plus we text from time to time, she's cool."

"okay i just wanna make sure no one is using you," she rubbed my shoulder.

"it's not like that mother," i rolled my eyes. "thanks for your concern."

after i was done getting dressed, i hopped in the backseat of the suv that was waiting outside for me and spoke to my driver. "hey, carl."

i told him the address and we made our way to tatum's house. as we pulled in, i grabbed the dress that gucci sent for saylor and made my way to the front door before knocking.

saylor opened the door and smiled as we made eye contact.

she looked so pretty.

not gonna lie, i haven't seen her since the night we snuck into the rink and i've missed her and that stupid smile of hers.

"hi love," i smiled as i held the bag up that had the dress inside.

she giggled. "hi beautiful," she said as she moved to the side so that i could enter. i then walked inside and closed the door behind me.

"okay how do i look?" she pointed to her face. "i did my own hair and makeup and i don't know if-"

"you look perfect," i chuckled. "literally."

"okay," she looked down in a blush. "alright now let me see this dress."

"here," i gave her the bag. "i know you asked if they could provide a shawl or wrap but they weren't able to get one for this specific dress in time."

"o- oh," she said lowly as she looked at the dress. "u- um okay."

"that's cool?" i furrowed my eyebrows, confused.

"y- yeah yeah," she said. "um okay hold on im gonna go put it on," she said before going in her room and closing the door.

i sat down on the couch and watched Finneas and Ferb on Disney+ as i waited. but after awhile, i realized that i had watched a full episode.

im not one to rush, but it shouldn't take more than 10 minutes to put that specific dress on. not even 10 hell.

"saylor," i knocked on the door. "you good?"

"uh yeah just looking for a jacket or shawl to wear with it," she yelled out.

"wha-" i started as i opened the door. "saylor you don't need a jac-"

my eyes got wide at the sight in front of me.

her arms were exposed and there were bruises all over them. both of them. more than just the one that i've been seeing.

my mouth was slightly ajar as i now had the most concerned look on my face.

as saylor's eyes met mine, she instantly teared up. "please no-"

"oh my god saylor," i walked up to her, gently grabbing her arms and holding them. "did- did that girl do this to you?"

she remained silent. tears immediately streamed down her face as she began to cry. "please don't tell tatum."

"okay okay," i quickly nodded. "don't cry love."

"i didn't know what to do," she continued to cry as she held her arms out, showing the bruises.

"here i know," i pulled her in and hugged her tightly. "i know."

i held her tight as she cried in my shoulder for a minute.

and all i could think was the fact that somebody had been hurting this girl.

physically and emotionally.

and she's been wearing long sleeves every fucking day to hide it.

and i wanna tell tatum, but i wouldn't dare go against saylor's wishes in a situation like this so ill keep my mouth shut.

"you're here now," i told saylor. "it's okay. you're good. i got you, and i wont ever let you get hurt again. i promise."

i stared into her eyes as i wiped her tears with my thumbs. i cracked a smile for her as she looked at me. i know she probably feels like complete shit right now.

"okay cmon," i told her. i grabbed her hand and led her to tatum's bedroom. i took her into the bathroom and started rummaging through tatum's makeup drawer.

i grabbed some makeup and started covering the bruises on her arms. after some magic, you couldn't even see one mark on saylor.

"oh my god," she rose her eyebrows as she looked in the mirror.

"you look beautiful, saylor. you always do."

"thank you, billie."

-

on the way to the event, saylor and i held hands in the suv. i would caress her hand with my thumb every once in awhile. it was easy to tell that neither of us wanted to let go.

we made it to the event and i got in line to walk the red carpet. as i walked on, saylor stood to the side and waited for me.

"saylor!" i called out. "com'ere," i gestured my finger for her to come to me.

she furrowed her eyebrows and shook her head no.

i gritted my teeth, not giving her an option. "bring your ass here."

i can tell it caught her off guard but she quickly hurried to my side and stood by me. "what am i supposed to do?" she whispered in my ear.

"pose and look at as many cameras as you can," i chuckled.

saylor stood by me and posed on the red carpet. some photos we were side by side, and some we did individually.

i watched her as she took individual photos. she looked amazing, almost as if she's made for this.

i mean i could tell she was nervous but i could also see the excitement all over her face. im just glad i could give her that experience, i hope it cheered her up.

and if i didn't already emphasize it, she looks so damn good.

-

the event was nice. saylor saw a couple celebrities who she was fans of and it kind of sent her into an episode of sheer excitement and hyperness.

she'd hold onto my arm every now and then when someone she loved walked by. i'd laugh and call their name to introduce them to her.

it was the cutest thing ever.

"oh my god oh my god," saylor squealed as we got back into the suv. "that was coolest thing ever!"

i couldn't help but to laugh. "you had fun mama?"

"yes oh my god i can't believe i got a picture with zendaya!" she exclaimed. "ugh thanks billie!" she leaned over and hugged me.

"anything for you babygirl," i chuckled.

"so, is this the part where i go home?" she asked, poking her lip out.

"we don't have to end the night," i shrugged. "we can go to tatum's and hang out. or we can go get my car and ride around."

"what if we just went to your house?" she looked at me.

"oh," i paused as i was not expecting that. "m- my house?"

"yeah i've never been there," she shrugged with a smile.

fuck.

"um okay," i grinned nervously. "yeah sure. uh carl, just drive to my house."

we made it to my house and i showed saylor around. she was in awe of my entire home as she was surprised to see it wasn't too fancy like most celebrities.

"this is so nice billie," she smiled to me before yawning.

"tired? we can go lay down if you want," i told her. "cause im tired too."

"oh uh yeah.. yeah," she nodded.

we went into my room and i immediately went to my drawer, opening and closing each one until i pulled out what i thought would suit saylor.

"here," i handed her a tshirt and comfy shorts.

"aw thanks," she said softly as she grinned.

i then walked into my bathroom to get undressed and everything. i put on a tshirt and shorts as well before walking out.

when i came out of my bathroom, saylor had just slipped the dress off, so she was just in a thong.

no bra or anything.

however, her back was towards me so i couldn't even see anything besides her ass if i wanted to. but that was good enough for me anyway.

and now ive learned that she has a red dragon tattooed on her spine and a red lipstick kiss print on her ass cheek. ugh all her tattoos are just soooo sexy.

anyway..

she hadn't noticed me and i was debating on whether i wanted my presence to be known or not. because part of me really wanted to just watch her.

don't invade her privacy again, billie.

i internally sighed as i backed up and waited a bit longer to walk out of my bathroom. eventually i did and she was sitting at the edge of my bed.

"don't be awkward," i laughed to her. "lay down."

we got under the covers and she immediately started thanking me again for tonight.

"i hope it helped," i told her. "and i hope you trust me."

"i do," she nodded to me. "i really do."

saylor then turned on her side, facing me. and i did the same to face her. we just stared into each other's eyes, trying to read one another.

she glanced back and forth from my lips to my eyes. and then, she began to lean in slowly.

don't do it, billie.

but i really want to.

but i shouldn't.

but i am.