Bitter - Tom Kaulitz

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a/n: y'all better grab your tissues for this one. y'all are definitely going to hate me after this..

Tom's POV

"She should have texted me already," I said to Bill. "I'm sure she just forgot, Tom. You know how her brain is because of the baby." He said and I locked my phone, putting it in my pocket.

"One more segment and then we'll be on our way home." He reminded me and I nodded. "Yeah, yeah," I said. "Guys! Ten more seconds!" The director yelled and we both looked toward him.

We went back to the set and sat down next to the interviewer. "Three, two, one!" The director yelled and the interviewer turned to the camera. "Welcome back everyone! This will be the final part of our interview with Tom and Bill Kaulitz from Tokio Hotel."

He turned back to us. "We saw that you guys just returned from a trip to Germany a couple of days ago. What was the occasion?" The interviewer asked. "We were actually looking at a wedding venue."

"You guys are having the wedding in Germany? Why not here?" He asked. "Our family is in Germany so it's much easier for us to travel there instead of them all coming here," I explained and he nodded.

"I see that Charlotte has gotten back into modeling recently," He said. "Do you feel that she prefers that over making music?" He asked. "These are questions you should be asking her," I said kindly and he nodded.

"Perhaps. We wish she could have been here today." He said and we both nodded in agreement. "We do too, but there was a scheduling conflict so better luck next time," Bill said and I felt my phone begin to ring.

I shifted slightly so I could look at who it was, hoping it was Charlotte. "Something more important?" I heard the interviewer ask as I looked down at my phone. "No Called ID?" I whispered to myself before standing up and walking off-camera.

"Oh, okay," The interviewer said. "Bill, I have some questions for you." Their voices faded as I walked farther away. I slid my thumb across the screen and put it on speaker. "Hello?" I asked. "Hello, is this Tom Kaulitz?" They asked. "Maybe. Depends who's asking."

"Officer Steve Nichols with LAPD," My eyes widened, immediately thinking Charlotte got herself into some trouble again. "Your fiancé, Charlotte, said to call you. She was in a major car accident and is on her way to the hospital now."

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Charlotte's POV

My head felt heavy as my eyes fluttered open. I looked around and realized I was in my car, the windshield was broken and the dashboard was completely smashed in.

My eyes landed on the steering wheel that was pressed firmly into my stomach and that's when the panic set in. I screamed as loud as I could but the pain wasn't allowing me to scream anymore.

"Agh," I groaned and heard quick footsteps approaching the car. "I'm calling 911!" I heard someone yell and I began to look around. My vision was blurry from my tears but I could make out an older woman approaching my car slowly.

She began praying in German. German in Los Angeles? I began to feel dizzy from the pain but forced myself to stay focused. I tried to wiggle free but the more I moved the more the steering wheel thrusted into my stomach, causing even more pain.

The woman reached her hand into the window for mine and held it, continuing to pray. I began to smell a familiar perfume, a mixture of rose and musk. "Es wird alles gut, Sonnenschein." (It's going to be okay, Sunshine) The woman spoke softly.

"Oma?" (Grandma) I whispered, squeezing her hand tighter to make sure she was real. I blinked away my tears so I could see her clearly, she smiled softly. So much was happening and I was completely out of it.