Stockholm Syndrome (Tokio Hotel/Bill Kaulitz Fanfiction)

Missing You *FINAL CHAPTER*

Last chapter, I hope you like it!

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Izzy was worried that Bill might not go to pick her up. She had had a big fight with her father, she didn't want to go to that stupid place in Wales but her father had made up his mind.

"You cannot make me!" She had yelled at her father, too tired of the way everyone seemed to know what was good for her but herself. "I don't want to go!"

"Too bad, the choice is not yours and you're going!" Her father ended up yelling at her too.

"If you send me there I will run away and this time you won't find me!" She warned her father before storming out of his studio; she ran past her father's associate, Mr. Parker, who was accompanied by his nineteen year old son Philip, who stared at her with his blue eyes sparking a sort of green colour.





Now, Izzy was sitting in the kitchen before a bowl of creamed carrots and freshly baked bread. She hadn't touched her food as Brenda the housekeeper wondered how to cheer her up.

She smiled and jumped out of her seat as soon as Bill's car went through the gate, she went to find Paula on the living room.

"Please, please don't tell dad." She was sure her father wouldn't like it that she went out with the detective so she asked Paula to cover up for her.

"You know the rules, not too late, if you're late there's nothing I can do." Izzy put her hands together and kissed both of Paula's cheeks.

"Thank you, thank you, and thank you! Thank you very much!" She ran to the door and pulled her coat on.

When Izzy jumped out the door Bill was just stepping out of his car. She smiled and got in as soon as he opened the car door for her.

Bill drove in silence and Izzy noticed. She felt like staying quiet too so she didn't try to force a conversation to start between them.

The building in which they stopped was the same in which they had met, Izzy dared to step into Bill's apartment without taking a second glance of the door next to his, the one to the apartment in which she had lived for almost three months.

"So, I was looking through my stuff last night, and I found this." Bill showed her an old metallic lunchbox. She took it in her hands and she hesitantly opened it. "Yeah go on." He crossed his arms over his chest and sat down on the couch in his living room. She was still standing.

Inside were a whole bunch of little pieces of paper with words and lucky numbers written into them. She sat down next to Bill with a small smile on her face.

"This one is suitable:" she read one of them out loud. "For you are virtuous and loved you will love with virtue." Bill shrugged and raised his brows in contempt.

"That's cheesy, right?"

"That's incredibly cheesy." Izzy giggled. "The human spirit is stronger than anything that can happen to it. I can validate this one."

"Kinda makes me wish you couldn't." Bill said and reached out to grab the box from her lap, he looked around the little sheets of paper and Izzy turned to him. She ran her hand through Bill's slightly messy hair and didn't stop although he blinked confused.

"Poh said to me the other day that I wouldn't be me if I hadn't gone through what I've gone through. It makes sense if you think about it." She said quietly.

"No, it makes no sense to me that anyone would want to hurt some other person." Bill said with a serious expression. "Here, help is always needed but not always appreciated. Stay true to your heart and help those in need weather they appreciate it or not." Izzy leaned down to read the fortune herself. "I think I've been living by this one all my life."

"That's very noble." Izzy turned to him.

Bill looked at her too and there was something in his eyes that made Izzy wonder, there was something in his mind, something bothered him.

In reality, Bill had been going on about her in his mind for the past week, since the day he met the psychologist helping her, he was thinking about what she said. Her father was also worried and he'd called Bill, he had made sure to ask him nicely to cut all ties to his daughter so she could go to Wales, the call had surprised him in the station that morning, nor him or Tom could understand why was it so important that he stopped talking to her but he knew deep inside that maybe all he had to do to help her now was to leave her alone for a while.

It hurt him, he had accepted to himself that there were confusing feeling towards her in his chest, but the least confusing one was love. He had slowly fallen for her awkwardness, her innocent stares and her kind way of handling herself around people...the way she trusted him probably without realizing.

Izzy didn't have any idea of what was going on in Bill's mind; she just knew there was something. She leaned closer to him and kissed his cheek. He turned to look at her when she did so; there was a smile on her face that encouraged him to talk to her.

"I thought I wouldn't see you today." She admitted and put her hand on his as he put the box on the coffee table. "I've had a horrible day." Her voice was honest but her eyes showed little worry.

"Yeah? Why?" Bill leaned down and gave her hand a light squeeze, how was he going to be able to ask her to stop calling him, to stop texting him...to stay away from him when all he wanted was to be with her all the time.

"Family stuff..." She shrugged. "I might go to Wales." Bill noticed the glowing of water in her eyes. "Maybe my father's just tired of me...I mean..." Bill shushed her and leaned forward, holding her head so she would look at him.

"Hey, no... don't look away, look at me..." But she kept talking.

"All I've done is giving him trouble!" Bill cleaned the tears in her cheek with his thumb.

"No. Izzy, look at me." He made her look into his brown eyes. "This is not for your father, this is for you. This is you helping yourself." He was quiet for a few seconds until she nodded. "You're so ridiculously beautiful; I could use a break from all of this glory of yours." He joked and she smiled showing him her teeth.

"But I don't want to give you a break." She complained.

"I'll be fine, trust me." Bill assured her, he felt like he was going to hurt her with his next words.

She didn't hear those words though, she kissed him. She put her arms around Bill's neck and pressed her lips on his. He was taken aback for a moment but then he kissed her back. She ran a hand along his jawline, feeling the slightly grown beard against her fingertips. Bill wrapped his arms around her and pulled away as he thought of the words he was about to say to her when she kissed him.

Bill leaned back in the couch and let go of her, Izzy kept staring at him for a few seconds before she made up her mind. She wasn't scared, but she was nervous when she got up and sat down again on Bill's lap. He looked up at her with confusion.

"What are you...?" Bill didn't want to touch her in case she got a wrong idea or something happened.

"Kiss me." She said to him with her hands going up and down on his chest with nervousness. Bill blinked confused.

"Excuse me?"

"Kiss me." She said again. "Please."

Seeing the lack of decision in Bill's features Izzy leaned down and touched his lips with hers lightly, his lips moved against hers but his hands never touched her. She let his tongue inside her mouth and gasped lightly to the feeling his lips gave hers, so much like electricity in this very simple touch. Bill's arms wrapped bashfully again around her.

She smiled into the kiss and Bill pulled away to push her hair away from her face with a hand and look into her blue eyes.

"What are you doing?" He asked her.

"Can we...?" She didn't know how to ask him, she didn't know if it was correct but she needed to have this. Bill understood without her finishing the question.

"Are you serious?" He raised his brows and caressed her cheek with his hand. She nodded without hesitation. "I..." He wanted to say no to her, he felt like this was wrong, like it wasn't meant to be.

"I want it with you." She said with a bright blush in her face but her eyes never left his.

Bill could have said no, but he couldn't say that he didn't want it either. She won. He pressed his lips against hers again, a little rougher than last time but she responded in a similar way.

Bill pulled her into his bedroom and they rolled on the bed, she knew what would happen and almost expected to feel pain but that wasn't what she felt at all.

Bill kissed her as his hands slowly caressed the skin under her clothes while he pulled the fabric away. She held on to his arms as he pressed his lips all over her, this was something entirely new to her, she hadn't expected the warmth in her stomach as he did so, the tickling on her skin, the urge to hold on to him tightly as he kissed her full lips. She touched the tattoos on his body, the ones she hadn't discovered before and the ones in his hands that she had seen many times but never so close. Bill pulled her underwear away and asked her one last time if she was absolutely sure. He promised her to stop if she asked him to and she nodded.

"If you don't want it, I will stop, anytime, just please, just..."

"Do it." She said quietly. "I want you to."

Bill kissed her as his body moved on hers, she made a little noise into his lips and wrapped her legs around him, welcoming the new sensation, from what she had known before this wasn't what sex was about, she wasn't feeling hurt or used or scared or dirty, she felt good about Bill and about herself. She felt good about them together.



Izzy was resting her head on Bill's chest as he smoked a cigarette. She rubbed a circle on Bill's chest; his arm was on her shoulder. She looked up at him; he was staring into the wall.

"That was different." She said quietly. Bill put the cigarette away and turned to her.

"Different?" He asked, for a second he forgot what the girl in his bed had been through in her short lifetime. "Why?"

"I quite enjoyed it. I never enjoyed it before." Izzy admitted and pulled the bedsheets over her chest to sit in front of Bill. "Do you always feel like that?"

"Like that?" Bill chuckled. "No. I'm on your train, it was different." He grabbed Izzy's hand and pulled her closer to him. She lied on top of him with her cheeks turning red. "You are one special girl, don't forget that."

"I'm one happy girl." She kissed Bill's cheek. "When I'm with you I am, at least."

Bill kept quiet after that. Izzy looked at his clock and realized she should be going back home shortly, she got up and urged Bill to get dressed again. He got dressed in half the time it took her getting back on her clothes. She gave him a bright smile when she was done and then they drove back.


"I think you should go to that place in the Netherlands." Bill said out of nowhere when they were a few blocks away from her house. Izzy's head turned to the side as soon as she heard his voice.

"What?" Izzy's eyes widened.

"I know it's not the time, but...I think you should go." There was silence in the car for the next couple of minutes while they got to the house.

Bill stopped the car in front of the house and past the gate. He opened the door for her.

"I'm not going anywhere." Izzy said.

"Elizabeth, how old are you?" He said to her. "Listen to me, go to that stupid Dutch tulips place and get help because I've done all I could."

"No." She insisted. "No, I won't go." She said sternly. Bill hated to use a hard tone on her, but she left him no other option.

"Then how stupid of you." She felt intimidated right away, her features showed it.

"I can't leave. I won't leave." She said with less conviction than before.

Bill shrugged and used the same tone as before.

"That's your problem," he turned to the car and cursed under his own breath for what he was going to say "and by the way, don't call me again, okay?"

"What?!" She walked behind him terrified.

"You have to get help, until then I don't wanna hear from you." Bill opened the driver's car door.

"I will never forgive you!" She yelled at him, the cold wind had started to blow again and the tall trees around the house moved, shaken by it.

"It's funny," Bill walked away from the car as he kept talking with a bitter smile on his face, "when I was seventeen I told my mother I wanted to be a singer. She didn't let me leave school and I told her exactly that...so I went on to become a lawyer and then a detective...and here we are. Do I need to tell you that I ended up forgiving her?"

"I'm not you." Izzy fought back the tears as her eyes stared into Bill's but a rebellious tear broke away and ran down her cheek, as if Bill's heart wasn't breaking painfully enough.

"No, you are not." Bill chuckled bitterly to kill the pain. "You are better. And you will forgive me." Bill told her as he grabbed her face in between his hands and allowed himself to stare at her blue eyes. She put her hands over his and the tears in her eyes started flowing freely. "You'll have to forgive me." Bill said quietly, afraid his voice would break.

"I won't." She insisted, her voice breaking.

They could feel each other's warmth through their clothes and through the small space that separated them, their lips were so close and so far. Bill let go of Izzy and walked back to the car, quicker this time, he didn't stop for a second as he closed the door behind him and started the engine. Afraid of making the wrong decision if he looked back at her.

Izzy walked behind the car, yelling.

"Bill!" She felt something inside her tearing apart as he left, something deeper than anything she'd felt before; a sort of pain different to any other. "Bill!" She yelled again. "BILL!" She watched the car leave as fast as it could and the gates close behind it, as if her world was closing around her, leaving him out. "BILL!" She yelled again but he wouldn't hear her now. She let her knees bend and fell on the gravel with her palms getting scrapped.

"Love, what is it?" Paula stepped out of the house and walked to Izzy as she cried, careless of who might see her. "Love?"



"He left..." Izzy managed out as she wrapped her protective arms around her, soothing her. "He left."