One shots

Billie Joe Armstrong 8

The door creaked as it opened. I pulled my knees up to my chest and tried to stop the son that was trying to force itself out of my chest. Everything felt like it was squeezing me tighter and tighter. I took shaky deep breaths and hugged my legs.

"(Y/n)?" Billie called. I wanted to answer him. But I couldn't. I shut my eyes tight. "(Y/n)?" His voice was closer. I prayed he would find me quickly. I couldn't do this alone anymore. "Oh shit! (Y/n)!" Billie fell next to me with a thud and his arms pulled me to him. I was in his lap quickly and he was stroking my hair. "It's ok. I'm here now. You're ok. Everything will work out. It's ok." He kept repeating. He occasionally threw in an "I love you".

It was a while before I calmed down. He stayed there the entire time. I was grateful for that. I was lucky to have him. I knew he'd always be there when times got hard and when I let my anxiety get so bad I had panic attacks. But Billie was always there to help me out and he always will be.