Chapter 1

It felt like the dead of winter, but I didn't care…I was going to see Tokio Hotel! The wind chill was 10 degrees, and it felt like I was going to die of hypothermia, but I was first in line and no one was going to try and take my spot!

I saw the security guards open the door and the second that they waved for us to come in, it was every fan for themselves. I ran faster than all of the pack, reaching the doors first, getting my ticket checked and my bag searched, and even thought they told us "No Running!" when we got in, we all ran at the speed of light.

The room was so huge the stage already set, and I made my way to the center of the barricades, already feeling people push on me for my spot.

Not gonna happen!

Waiting was terrible, and so exciting at the same time, and finally the time came for those talented boys to get on stage…the lights lashed and before I knew it, a blazing head of spiky black hair graced the stage with his bandmates and started to sing "Break Away".

In what seemed like seconds, but was actually an hour and a half, the concert was over, and I found myself frantically searching for my jacket.

"Go home without me!" I told my friends. My head was spinning. Why the hell did this happen to me…and whoever's tapping my shoulder REALLY needs to stop!

"Umm…excuse me, hallo…I think this might be yours…" A light German accent spoke to me from behind. I really didn't care though. I was crying, and I had a damn good reason to. I can't believe I lost my jacket! My favorite black denim jacket with the chains dangling from the pocket! Before I let anymore tears fall, I turned around to see who was addressing me.

My eyes could NOT have opened wider.

Bill Kaulitz muttered words to me.

I stared up at him, his spiky mane draped down for the rest of thenight.

"Umm…I think this is yours, I saw you wear it at our concert, yes?"

I tried to speak, but only nodded. His outstretched hand holding my jacket eased down as he stared more into my eyes.

"Well, aren't you going to take it?" He asked me. I reached out my hand and received my jacket from him with a smile.

"Thank you…" I said quietly.

"Well, you're welcome, now, no more crying then?" I didn't even think or know he cared so much.

"Ha-ha, no, no more crying." YES! Words were coming from my mouth! And they weren't stupid!

"I never did get your name at the Meet and Greet…"

I told him my name, and after I told him, he smiled.

"I like your name…." An awkward silence then fell over us.

"Well, I have to go…" Bill muttered to me.

"Yeah, me too…" I said. I turned away and headed for the train station when I heard him call out to me when I reached the end of the block. I turned around and saw him looking dead at me again.

"I would love to see you again!" He shouted.

WHAT DID HE SAY?

I turned back around and walked to him until we were almost face to face.

"Really..?" I said in shy disbelief.

"Yes, yes I would love to see you again…must you go home tonight?" He asked me.

"Actually no, I don't…I don't have to."

"Would you like to spend the rest of the night with me…please?"

His brown eyes melted me, I would be crazy not to say yes!

"Well, I…I don't know…I..of course I will…" I replied. An outstretched hand was then presented to me, and without truly thinking clearly, I put my own hand in it. His hand was so warm holding mine, as we walked up the night streets together.

We had spent so much time walking and talking about everything from music to food to even Georg when we made a sudden stop. I looked up at the big building that read "London" on it.

We were at the London Hotel.

Just where was this going?

I didn't know, but I dared to follow.

He led me up marble stairs to a landing where we waited for the elevator.

"Wow, this hotel looks nice…I've never taken the time to look at it.."

"Well this is our first time staying here…: Bill said as we got into the elevator. I saw him press "17", and he looked at me with that warm smile that made me nearly go weak as the door closed and we went up.

The ride up felt SO LONG. It was heaven stepping out of that hot thing.

The hallway of rooms was fairly lit, and it gave a cozy feeling about the place as we got to a room, room 1783.

Talk about irony!

He slid his keycard into the door and pushed it open. The room was so big!

There was a couch in the center of the room, on top of a fine rug on top of

light tan carpet. It looked like it could have been the finest suite in the hotel! But we didn't sit on the couch.

We headed straight for the bedroom.

I was SO not ready for this.