Right My Wrongs. || The Kaulitz Twins.

Fan girls ≠ Girlfriends.

I stood awkwardly waiting for Tom near the front entrance. I scanned my phone for what seemed to be the fifteenth time waiting for him. My ears were filled with tons of high pitched screams as I looked up to see Tom pushing by the security guards and other frantic fans. I raised my eyebrow at him as he continued to walk towards me.

"Are you okay?" He asked with firm hands on my shoulders. His eyes traced my body, looking for what I thought would be scratches or marks.

"I'm fine." I smiled, shoving my phone back into my purse.

Tom pushed by the security guards one last time before spitting some nasty things at the one that wouldn't let me in.

"Next time you say some shit like that to her again, you will be fired." Tom said sternly with his eyebrows furrowed. The security guard shrugged it off as if it weren't a big deal, which made me angrier. Tom had his arm wrapped around me the entire way into the building. It felt weird to have my exes arm around me again, but I knew he didn't think it was weird. I was kind of like family to him. He didn't care about the whole thing anymore, i'm sure he had gotten over it.

As we reached the large stage, I noticed the huge walls and tall ceilings. This was definitely their biggest show. Bill noticed me walking up and Tom pulled his arm off of my shoulder. Bill quickly stepped down the stage and frantically walked towards me. He pulled me in for a hug as he caressed the top of my head, making sure not to ruin my hair.

"Tom had told me what happened. I promise that won't happen again." He whispered against my skin as we hugged. His hands rubbed the back of my silky dress, smoothing the fabric out.

"This dress is nice though." He breathed against my neck, sending shivers down my spine. He pressed up against my stomach, allowing me to feel his clothed bulge.

"You were just worried about me, and now you're excited for me." I sighed as I pulled away from his warm embrace, cupping his elbows.

"What can I say, you're just-" He cut himself off as he sighed to himself, eyeing me up and down. I could see the way his tongue swirled in his mouth as his eyes stopped at my chest. I chuckled a bit, pushing him to the side and walking towards his friends. I greeted Georg and Gustav with a simple hello, since they were on a 7 foot tall stage and probably didn't feel like getting down.

The doors soon opened as I was led to a backstage area with the four boys. Bill and I sat together on a couch as Tom, Georg, and Gustav all sat at a bar looking table in the area. Bill grabbed both of my legs, pulling them onto his lap. He rubbed the soft fabric before sneakily trying to place his hand underneath it.

"What is with you lately!" I whisper yelled, slapping his hand away since his band members were barley two feet behind us.

"What's with you lately? I swear you're getting hotter." He replied with his hand grazing over his mouth. I sighed out of my nose as I adjusted myself on his lap. Before I knew it, it was time for them to go on. Bill pushed my legs off of him as he stood up. He held his hand out for me as I gratefully accepted it. He lifted me up with his one hand and pulled me in for a kiss.

"Wish me luck." He winked as he walked towards the entrance of the stage.

"And now welcome, Tokio Hotel!" Someone from behind the curtain said as all the boys cheerfully walked off stage to the crowed yelling. I watched from backstage as Bill sang and the others played their instruments. I never really payed close attention, but since I was so close, it felt like I could see every detail on Bill's face. The way his makeup glistened in the light, his hair that bounced with every move he made, and the way his body moved as well as the microphone with every lyric. Everything about him was perfect.