His brother's best friend, god, if Graham found out what he had with you, he was probably going to want to punch him in the face. But he loved you.

Billy remembers perfectly the exact moment he laid his eyes on you, it was that afternoon when Graham brought you home to help him with the guitar and take some photos for the band, that was the moment when Billy Dunne was completely captivated. He didn't know if it was your kind smile, your amused giggle when Graham made a stupid joke or your adorable yellow summer dress, he just adored you.

Things escalated to the point where you were no longer going to the Dunne house for Graham, but for Billy. The first few times were complicated, because both had to be careful, but lately the two of you didn't care. Billy just wanted to have you around to deal with his shitty problems with his dad and his fear of not being relevant in the band.

Billy caressed your jaw gently, laughing when he saw how you tried to hide a smile. "Oh, is my hair tickling you? I'm sorry," he lied blatantly, letting out another giggle and cupping your face to place a soft kiss on your lips.

Billy didn't want to admit it, but his alcohol problems were getting worse and the only thing keeping him from taking the damn bottle and drinking himself unconscious in a bar was you.