the room was electric with sequins flashing under stage lights, champagne flutes clinking, and cameras swiveling to catch every reaction. the grammys had a pulse of their own and tonight you and billie were right in the middle of it

your tables were side by side and close enough to whisper jokes and nudge each other between announcements. the two of you had been attached at the hip all night, just like always with laughing and teasing. everyone in the room could feel the electric closeness that always buzzed between you two

eventually the envelope was opened "and the grammy for best song for written visual of the year goes to.. y/n y/l/n!"

you froze with your hand halfway to your drink. billies head whipped toward you with her eyes wide and lips already curving into that proud grin of hers

you stood up at the same time, the table erupting in cheers behind you. billie rose with you, not even hesitating as she threw her arms around your waist. you held her tightly, heart pounding in your chest as the room spun a little with disbelief

billie leaned in closer and her lips brushed against the curve of your neck. it was barely a kiss, more a ghost of one, warm and fleeting. her breath hit your skin

"youre a fucking star" she mumbled into your neck, voice barely audible over the applause "but youve always been mine"

you blinked, breath catching. your arms tightened around her without thinking and just for a second the cameras, the noise, and the whole glittering industry all disappeared