God knows I tried || A Bill/Tom Kaulitz fanfic

Have we met? - Chapter one

Being famous is weird, alot of people want to be famous. They think it's so fun, so freeing all the time. Well, it's not I can tell you that much. Being famous is actually like being kept in a stupid, small bubble for the most of your life and you're trying to move around without popping it but if you do it's all over. You fall straight down and crash.

You have to do what every fan wants all the damn time, if you did something wrong or tried to have fun there's a chance of fans finding out and it all crashing.

Not to mention the crazy fans, the stalking, the mail. The creepy ass mail. I'm not joking when I say this but a couple once sent me a pair of their boxers and a thong with a note saying:
If you ever want to join us and make our couple a throuple heres our number
xxxxxxxx

I mean come on that's just fucking disgusting. When you're famous for a long enough time and more people start to love you, you just get used to it.

I'm currently sat down in a cafe on my laptop scrolling through my hate comments. Sometimes they get to me but, other times they're so stupid I just laugh. Depends on how I'm feeling. I've obviously got a hat, sunglasses and jacket on to hide from those crazy fans, they can be anywhere. I ordered a coffee and a pie like ten minutes ago and I'm getting hungrier by the second, I wonder why it's taking so long.

I decide to get up and go to the counter to complain about the wait and as I get up I see my manager come in, I was waiting for her. I nod to the seat opposite me and continue my way to the counter. I stand infront of it waiting for someone to complain to when I see someone come up beside me out of the corner of my eye, keeeping my head down.

"Your order taking forever too?" My neck nearly breaks from turning me head so quick. It can't be, my eyes widen. Tom fucking Kaulitz are you joking. I don't know what to say so I just stare at him, eyes wide, trying to figure out what to say. "Oh, have we met? You look familiar." We most definetely have NOT met. I still can't manage to speak but I shake my head.

"Hey wait. You're that hot singer, uh, what's your name again.." Hot?! I finally find my voice to help him, and maybe tell him off for calling me hot.

When I open my mouth to, though, there's a waiter tying her apron infront of us. "Sorry, sorry. Have you been waiting long?" I didn't want to seem rude so I put a smile on my face when replying. "no, no not that long. I was just checking on my order I placed fifteen minutes ago?" She apologised and handed me my order.

I went to walk away letting Tom to get his order when I felt his hand grab my arm I turn around with a questioning face and he let go. "Sorry, I just wanted to ask for your number. My brother will freak if he find out I got your number, and you seem fun so we can hang out." I smile at him and go red at the second mention of his brother, I've had a crush on Bill since I first heard Tokio Hotels music, that would be 2005 and it's now 2010 so exactly five years.

"sure, here." He hands me his phone and I type my number into it and give it back as he smirks, I raise an eyebrow.
"Thanks, pretty girl. See you around." He turns and walks away towards Georg at their table. Pretty girl? Damn he's flirty he's only just met me.

I sigh and walk back to the table with my coffee and pie, I also ordered a coffee for my manager, Daisy, she must be exhausted. I had a concert last night, she had to do alot of work alongside me. I care about her aswell, she's like a sister to me. I love working with her.

We start talking as I sit opposite her, moving my hair to one side with out taking my hat off. She starts asking if I'm ok and if I can perform tonight, reason being that my mental health isn't the best at the moment. It's been worse and I've got Daisy and my supportive fans, but it's still not as good as it could be.

I nod to her questions as there's nothing on this tour that has set me off yet, nothing difficult or uncomfortable. Not even the hate comments are getting to me that much. I know they will eventually, though. That's what I and Daisy are scared of; someone setting me off, getting me upset. I haven't done anything stupid yet though.

While we're talking about my mental health my eyes drift to across the room, where Tom and Georg are. I wonder where Bill and Gustav are? I see Tom's eyes meet mine and I smile, a friendly smile. He smiles back and I look at Daisy who's looking at her phone - probably answering emails. I see Tom and Georg get up and leave the cafe, not before Tom's looking at me again while playing with his lip ring.

The door rings and I see them walk to a van outside, Georg getting in the back, Tom in the passenger seat. While the passenger door opens I see Bill in the drivers seat, and he looks so good shit. They take off a few seconds after Tom gets in.

I smirk to myself, messing with my earphones before plugging them in and listening to my songs I'm working on at the moment. I've got to do something other than day dream about Bill, right?