Bill Kaulitz Imagines 🤍

Please? (part 1)

             This is more of an angst !
Trigger Warnings:
-self harm 
-eating disorder references
-depression talk ig?

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It is currently 2010 and y/n had been playing and singing with the popular band 'Tokio Hotel' for 8 years now. She met Bill at school back in 2002 and ever since then they've basically been inseparable.

They would do everything together including Bill's twin brother Tom who would tag along a lot. They would write music together, perform at school together, eat lunch together, make clothes together, literally most things they would do, they would be together.

Y/n and Bill had an instant connection, it was like someone put a magnet on his bag and her bag which you couldn't pull apart.

Back in 2003, when Bill auditioned on the show 'Star Search', y/n was watching in the crowd and that was when she realised 'I want to do this with bill, this is my purpose.'

It was late 2006 when y/n got bad. She began to sleep in later everyday, getting out of bed was becoming an impossible task and she had blades hidden in all sorts of places. Bill noticed this before anybody and instantly began to get in a state of panic and worry for y/n.

*2006 flashback*

'Y/n? Are you awake?' Bill said through the crack of her bedroom door, quietly knocking.

'Mhm' you muttered, face in covers and half asleep.

'Can I come in please?' He replied in a concerned tone, already opening the door slightly.

You just groan so he took it as a yes.

He tilted his head slightly at the view of you curled up in bed, matted hair and a blank expression on your face. It was almost as if some sort of evil had taken over your body, taken control of you and not allowing you to do things you loved.

'Y/n...are you going to get up soon? It'd be nice if we could maybe write some music today..or even just hang out if that's too much for you at the moment.' Bill said, sat on your bed now looking over.

'Maybe.' you replied, now looking at him.

'Are you hungry? Maybe we could make some food? I'm sorry to keep pestering but...I'm worried about you Y/n.' his expression grew more concerned.

'No..thanks.' you reply, putting your head back into your pillow.

Bill pull's the covers away from your face and says, 'c'mon y/n...you need to help yourself a bit you know..'

You quickly pulled the covers back up so he didn't see your arm which you had played fruit ninja on the night before.

'Bill, don't give me that bullshit, you know it's difficult.' you snapped back at him in a slightly annoyed tone.

'I'm making food now, get your ass in the kitchen in 5 minutes, we are going to eat and talk. Okay?' he said, not willing to take no as an answer.

You slowly sat up as he walked out the room to cook. You grunted and procrastinated for about 3 minutes before finally being able to set one foot on the cold wooden floor.

'Fuck this.' you whispered to yourself, stretching and grabbing a black hoodie to put over your bottoms.

You slowly walked into the kitchen with a miserable look on your face.

Bill was stood by the counter making toast and cereal for you. He turned his head to you and subtly smiled because it was the first time you had left your room other than for the toilet in a few days.

'Where's my mom?' you asked him as he was only visiting, he did a lot.

'Not sure, working?' he replied, focused on the toaster.

You laughed and said, 'passed out somewhere then.'

'Y/n...stop it, that's not funny.' he said in a serious tone.

'It is a little bit...' you replied sniggering.

He ignored you as he placed a slice of toast and cereal in-front of you.
'Bona petite!' he said, with a proud look on his face.

You gave him a smile and slowly took a bite from your toast, it felt like you were going to throw up with every bite but you knew Bill would be upset if you didn't eat.

Bill was sat down on your sofa, eating. He made sure you were in his view at all times and broke the silence with a question.

'Y/n? Is something wrong? Do you not like my toast?' he said in a gentle and concerned tone.

'No, it's fine, just not hungry.' you replied, pushing the food away from you and crossing your arms.

'You hardly ate? Please eat some more?' he said, staring at your basically full plate.

You sighed and said 'I don't know if you know what 'I'm not hungry' means but I'm not fucking hungry.' you snapped at him leaving the counter to go back to your room.

He followed you and gently grabbed your arm.

You hissed and winced because he grabbed the arm you had chopped up the night before.

'Are you okay??' he said in a very concerned tone.

'Fucking wonderful' you replied, slamming the door in his face.

SORRY ITS A SHORT PART! i'll prolly do a pt2 to this so yah
pls lmk if it's like complete shit
words- 895