Tokio Hotel Fanfic 7
I took my hand away. I could hear someone trying to get to the door. I swallowed nervously. The butterflies in my stomach had turned into birds. I turned to seek a comforting look from Yasmin. She wasn't there. Great, I was all alone.
The door handle started to turn. I waited anxiously for the door to spring open. The handle was pulled down, and the door opened…
…It was him. Bill Kaulitz, standing right in front of me. So close I could touch him. He looked at me, puzzled. And then, as he looked into my eyes, his face broke into a smile. And not just any smile. He was smiling at me because he meant to.
"…Hallo! Er…"
He was speechless. I was too. Bill gestured into his room. I walked in. I was in Bill Kaulitz' room! I looked around my surroundings. The room was tidy, except for Bill's leather jacket, which had been thrown lazily over the sofa. Unpacked suitcases were sitting in the corner.
Bill walked over to me. He grinned. "Nice punch earlier."
"Thanks," I replied.
"Oh, and nice car. You didn't have to follow us here though…"
Oh god. He knew I was stalking him. I smiled back, though I could feel myself going red.
"I am glad you came, actually," Bill looked deep into my eyes. "I was hoping you would."
He was glad? He was glad! I was filled with fountains of happiness. Bill was happy to see me! I wanted to just…pounce on him, and smother him with affection…
"Really?" I struggled to keep myself under control.
"Yes. I do not know you, but…" Bill spoke slowly, his accent clearly visible. "…There is something about you. When I saw you that night, in the car, I knew we would meet again. Because…when I look at you, I see something…something that I don't see in other people. You are like, like a…" Bill searched for the right word. "…Engel."
I could've died with joy right at that very moment. I didn't believe what was happening was real. My pulse was racing, my mind taking in Bill's words. I didn't know what to say.
"I…I'm speechless, Bill. What you just said to me…that was beautiful."
I stepped closer to him, and wrapped my arms around his sides. I buried my face in his chest, and spoke again. "Bill, you are truly…amazing." My voice was muffled.
Bill returned the embrace. All was silent for a moment, and I wallowed in the perfection of the situation. I was hugging Bill Kaulitz. He had his arms around me, pulling me close to him. I wondered how Yas was. Judging by the noises coming from next door, she'd found Tom's room. She sure got straight to the point.
Bill must've been thinking the same thing. He laughed, and loosened his grip. "Would you like a cup of coffee?"
I accepted his offer, and sat down on the sofa. A few moments later he appeared again, coffee in hand. He sat down beside me.
"…Please, tell me more about yourself. I'm sure you know enough about me already."
I started to talk. I told him about my past, my present, and my future. I told him about my friends, family, likes and dislikes…We must have been talking for about three hours. He was so easy to talk to. He listened intently, laughed at my jokes, sympathised when necessary. Had I not been overwhelmed with tiredness, I could've talked to him all night.
I woke up the next morning, still on the sofa. Bill's head was resting on my chest. He opened his eyes, and looked up at me. "Morgen," he said, yawning.
We sat up. Bill's eyeliner had smudged, and his hair had moulded itself flat. He still looked perfect. I glanced at the clock. 12.30pm. I was never really a morning person. I guessed Bill wasn't either.
"I suppose I better go, I don't want to keep you." I didn't like to say those words. Of course I wanted to keep him. I wanted to stay with him in this room, and never return to the outside world.
"Well, if you have to go…take this," He got out a piece of paper, and scribbled a number onto it. "I would like to talk to you again."
As he handed over the paper, he put his hand round my waist and pulled me close. He leant in, so our noses were almost touching. "Promise you'll call me?"
"I promise." I leant in further, and gently brushed his lips with my own. And then, holding me tight, he kissed me. I could feel my insides melting away. I didn't want this to end.
