[BILL POV]
I'm bored.
We're at a really expensive night club, in a VIP room. The room was separated from the club by walls of glass. The room had a small table at the center and two sofas. Georg and Gustav were playing on their PSP's and Tom... He's out there on the dance floor. And I'm here, bored. Super bored. I'd rather be back at the tour bus with Alex. I miss her. It's been a month since that incident.(Chapter7: Reden) It was a long and busy month and I worked as hard as a dog. The good news came after the last show that we did earlier. We can finally have a few weeks off. Yay. I looked at my glass. Almost empty. I looked at my cigarette. Done. I threw it to the ash tray. I was so bored. I closed my eyes. "What's going on?" Gustav said, looking out to the dance floor. I stood up. There was a commotion out there.
This is gonna be good.
[ALEX POV]
It was 10:30pm.
Where the hell are they? I was getting sleepy. I was about to fall asleep when the door of the tour bus opened. Hallelujah. Gustav and Georg went straight to their rooms and Tom... he had a red stain on his shirt. What's going on? Tom took off his shirt and went to the bathroom. I stared into the small hallway. What—I felt Bill sit beside me. "What happened?" I asked. "Nothing," I heard Bill whisper while he wrapped an arm around my waist. I turned to him and shot a quick glare at him before standing up and walking to Aya's room. I walked only about 5 steps and stopped. I felt his arms around me and his head on my shoulder. "Stay with me tonight?" he murmured. I sighed. "Bitte?" he pleaded. He sounded sad. "Fine," I said. I had no win over him. We walked to his room. It was dark. I turned around. I was about to speak when his lips crashed against mine. He wrapped his arms around me, locking me to him. "Bill, no..." I managed to say around his lips. He pulled away, his face a few inches from mine. "We won't be doing anything," he assured. We lay down on his bed, intertwined to each other. I lay my head on his chest and listened to his heart beat. He seemed content, happy. He ran his fingers through my hair while my hand lightly brushed his side. I suddenly felt something on his side, near his ribs. I sat up and used my arm as support as I ran my fingers down his ribs. And then I saw it. A wound. It was partly closed, but it felt deep. "What happened to this?" I asked. Bill grabbed my wrist. "Nothing," he answered. "Tell me," I murmured as I lay down back to him. "Tom... he got into a fight in the nightclub." He admitted. I sighed. These brothers were such war freaks. I wondered how Aya and the others put up with them. "What's wrong?" he asked. "I'm tired. I missed you," I whispered. He kissed my lips one last time. "Good night, Alex. I love you," he whispered. He lightly hummed "Monsoon" as I drifted off to sleep.