Bitter | Bill Kaulitz

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He immediately starts rummaging through drawers, pulling out hair ties and straighteners.

Yet he still never found what he was looking for.

He looks at me, "Rose do you have a curling iron?"

"Uhhh... I don't think so I'm sorry." I kinda laugh out of embarrassment.

"Dang, I know I have one I just can't find it! Will you help me?" He pleads with his eyes.

"Sure! Where should I look first?" I look at him, tilting my head.

He points to the drawer that's close to the ground, I get on my knees to reach it and open the drawer.

There it is, the curling iron.

I pick it up and smile. "I found it!"

As I'm still on my knees, I hold up the curling iron and look up at Bill.

He's standing in front of me looking down at me while I'm on my knees looking up at him with a curling iron in my hand.

Bill is staring down at me and there's a silence filled with tension from our direct eye contact, I wanted to break the eye contact so bad but the tension rising made me wanna stay there and make it hard for him to keep his hands off me.

I told you the boldness was rising. I'd never even kissed someone besides Bill yet I was acting like I was ready to risk it all. Maybe I was.

This would look extremely bad if someone were to walk in.

And of course when I think that, It happens. Toms clumsy ass comes through the door and immediately sees us in the bathroom and he stops mid-tracks.

"OH SHIT— GUYS BILL IS GETTING HEAD!" Tom runs and screams to the other two.

Bill quickly grabs my wrist of the arm that isn't holding the iron and pulls me up, but he's smirking to himself.

"Rose you gotta be careful doing stuff like that..." He mumbles loud enough for me to hear.

As Bill plugs in the curling iron, the rest of the guys run into the room looking for Bill and I.

"WHAT— bruh... they aren't even doing anything." Georg sounded a little bit too excited to catch us like that.

"Bro I'm telling you, they were just in that motion." Tom is defending himself and flipping his hands in the air.

"Tom don't be ridiculous, I needed her to help me look for the curling iron so I could do her hair, now all you get out and go do something so I can get her all dolled up." Bill shoos them out and pushes them out of the room and locks the door.

"Now that you're up, will you go get that chair again?" He asks.

I do as he says of course, and put the chair in the bathroom. He tells me to sit in the chair with my back pointing to him.

He finds a hairbrush and starts to brush my hair out before he curls it.

Once it's all brushed out he moves my head up with his hands to look at myself in the mirror keeping his hands on my head, he smiles to me in the mirror.

My hair is sorta thick so he sections it off into parts and curls all of the sections just right, he doesn't actually burn my ear or neck or anything like that.

"Okay I finished, now look at yourself." He moves my head up with his hands again.

I look at myself in the mirror, I can't see. He took them off when he was curling my hair so he wouldn't damage them.