Billy Rae Holland
Billy morbidly handed the boxes to the star-struck looking postal man. He thanked her and then kept staring at Amy’s patient. Billy turned to him, wondering what the postal man could be looking at. Sure, the guy was covered in tattoos and looked a little… different… but that was no reason to be outwardly rude about it. “You can call me Zayn, by the way. I was so doped up the other day that I didn't even think to introduce myself,” the patient, no, Zayn, was saying. Billy eyed him suspiciously for a moment, before her thoughts were interrupted by the noises coming from outside.
There was that tall handsome fellow from the hospital, waving his arms around and basking in the flash of cameras. Confused, Billy watched as the crowd took notice of Zayn inside the door that Jay was blocking and they erupted into a muffled through the glass uproar. She glanced to the tall man beside her, uncomfortable with the camera flashes that were capturing her as well, in her café uniform.
Zayn smiled at them, and they went wild, throwing themselves and their camera’s into the glass to try and get closer look from around Jay who boldy blocked off the door to everyone but a red headed woman and a small child. The two entered, letting in a roar of noise as they opened the door. All around them, the people in the shop seemed to have paused what they were doing, everyone staring at Billy and Zayn. "Daddy! Daddy!" The young girl with the woman bolted across the distance of space between herself and the tall man beside Billy. Zayn scooped her up and looked as if he actually had some pigment to his pale skin tone.
The red headed woman stormed up to Zayn, looking rather miffed to have had to come through such a crowd of people to see him. Billy, utterly confused now, quietly side stepped as the woman began to speak in a bitter and flat tone. "I've left her things with Jay. I'll come by and pick her up Sunday night." The red headed, punk looking woman with a nose ring turned her eyes viciously to Billy, sizing her up, before she made her way out of the coffee shop. The woman barged through the crowd, ignoring the microphones and cameras that were shoved into her face.
"This is Hailee. Hailee can you introduce yourself to Ms. Billy?" The words came from Zayn, and they brought Billy’s attention back to the inside of the café. "I'm Hailee Jayla Spicer. I'm thwee years old and my Daddy is a su..sup..a roc..a rockstar,” chirped the mirror image of her father. Billy was still standing in the walk way of the café, looking a little dazed and clinging to the now crumpled envelope that held her check. “Nice to meet you, Hailee,” she managed to say, her voice soft and airy as if she were not completely there. Everything was still processing.
"Would you like to join us for coffee? Our treat. It's my fault that you can't leave right now and it's the least that I can do." Zayn was saying. Billy stared at him for a moment, her blue hues taking him in with growing realization. Spicer. Why did that name sound so incredibly familiar all the sudden? And that red head, she seemed so familiar… and so did that tall handsome man outside, Jay. As if the weight of the world had settled on her shoulders, she flashed back to the other night.
She was cleaning around the house before she went to sleep, and Jake had jumped onto the remote. The TV had flicked on to the news, and on it was the picture of a man, a rock star in a famous band called Pillar of Society. Zayn Spicer, the lead singer, had recently broken up with his girlfriend, Sarah. A picture of the woman looking very broody flashed on the screen as the blonde news reporter went on to talk about the problems it might cause their daughter, Hailee, in the future.
As if she were seeing him for the first time, Billy stepped back to take him in. “It was very nice meeting you both, but, I think I should go,” she replied shortly. Zayn Spicer, the millionaire poster child of the Rock music scene was standing right in front of her. All Billy could think of was the many times she’d seen him in a magazine or on the tv. His band was known for getting into all sorts of trouble. Wrecking hotel rooms, crashing cars, drugs, alcohol, the works.
“Make sure you take good care of him, he could use some taking care of,” Billy said kindly to Hailee. With that, she was rushing out the back door of the establishment, completely embarrassed. How had she not known that it was him? God, she was an idiot! Way to look like a total bimbo in front of hundreds of cameras, Billy!”