𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴

𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖐 𝖆𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖎𝖙

"You are just like your brother Bill, I guess it runs in your family." 

As the door slammed shut, leaving Bill and me alone in the bathroom, the atmosphere was charged with tension. Bill's intense gaze, which had held me so captivated just moments ago, now stared at the uniquely tiled floor.

"I'm sorry you had to witness that," Bill finally said, his voice laced with frustration. He corrected his disheveled dreads, avoiding eye contact with me. I took a step closer to him, my heart heavy with conflicting emotions. "Bill, you really freaked me out for a minute," I admitted, my voice trembling slightly. "I didn't expect any of this when I met you and your brother. But I need to know, Bill, what is it that you want? What do you want from me?"

Bill's eyes locked onto mine, and the intensity of his gaze sent a shiver down my spine. He took a step closer, closing the gap between us, and gently cupped my face in his hands. "Lolita," he whispered, his voice barely audible, "I want you. Just you."

The sincerity in his words cut through the chaos of these last days, leaving a simple truth hanging in the air. I struggled to find my voice, torn between the undeniable pull I felt toward Bill and all the shit that has happened since I moved here.

"Bill, we just met, just two days ago," I said, my voice weak. "A lot of things have happened, and I have to find a job and get ready for school, and Georg... He would kill us both if he found out. I just don't know if I can deal with all this right now."

Bill's thumb gently caressed my cheek as he leaned in closer, his lips dangerously close to mine. "Lolita," he murmured, his breath warm against my skin, "I promise you, I'll help you with everything. I have a lot of contacts around the city, and I'm sure that if I recommend you, they'll feel honored to have you working for them. Just... just give us a chance."

But before I could respond, the bathroom door swung open once more, and Georg stormed in, his expression full of concern. He froze as he saw Bill and me, his eyes darting between us. "What the hell is going on in here?" Georg demanded, his voice laced with irritation. "We have a lot of things to deal with, and you two are in here having a make-out session?"

Bill and I quickly separated, our faces flushed with embarrassment. I guess we could take one thing off the list of 'Why I shouldn't be with Bill Kaulitz right now.' Bill sighed, clearly frustrated with the timing of everything. "Georg, we need to talk," Bill said, his tone serious. "There are things that need to be sorted out."

Georg nodded, his anger momentarily set aside as he recognized the urgency of the situation. "Fine, but let's get back to our table first. We can't have this conversation in a bathroom."

As they delved into the discussions about the new album, my mind was preoccupied with the complexity of my situation with Bill. Every other Tokio Hotel fan would kill to be in my position, but I was not sure about what to do. First of all, I also had feelings for Tom, despite what he did. I couldn't shake the feeling that what happened between us might have fueled the conflict between the twins. Secondly, I was still hesitant to commit to a relationship, especially with someone older, given what Markus had done. Markus... Is he the waiter who took our order? He looked familiar, and maybe that's why he had been staring at me like that.

I discreetly glanced around the restaurant, trying to spot him without drawing attention. There he was, attending to another table. The memories of that dreadful time resurfaced, the fear and trauma threatening to overwhelm me. I took a deep breath, reminding myself that I had come a long way since then, that I was stronger now.

Bill noticed my distraction and gently touched my hand, bringing me back to the present. "Hey, are you okay?" he asked, concern in his eyes.

"Yeah," I replied, forcing a smile. "Just lost in thought for a moment."

He seemed to accept my response, but I could tell he was still worried. As the conversation at the table continued, my mind was divided between the discussion and the unsettling familiarity I felt towards Markus. I needed to figure out if my suspicion was correct, but for now, I just have to think about something else.

After we had finished our meal and were ready to leave, Georg asked for the check. The waiter who resembled Markus brought it over to our table. As Georg paid the bill with his credit card, the waiter discreetly slipped a note into my hand. I casually tucked it into my pocket, planning to read it later on our way back.

Once we were outside, I hugged Bill and made my way towards the car. I reached for the car handle, but Bill beat me to it and opened the door for me. I gave him a quizzical look. "What? Can't I be a gentleman like Tom?" he asked with a laugh. I climbed into the car, and as I began to fasten my seatbelt, I felt a hot breath on my neck. "Think about it," he whispered in my ear, sending shivers down my spine. Before I could respond, he closed the car door and disappeared.

As Georg started the car and we pulled away from the restaurant, I remembered the note the waiter had given me. With trembling hands, I retrieved it from my pocket and opened it. The contents of the note made my whole body freeze, and I was flooded with horrifying memories. My heart raced so fast that it felt like it was hammering its way out of my chest.

"MISS ME, DOLLFACE?"