y/n an ambitious and passionate woman with a burning desire for modeling decides to move to the bright lights of New York City believing it'll be the best place to start her career. However, fate takes an unexpected turn when she crosses paths with...
It was now the next morning, my alarm rang like crazy, piercing through the silence as the sun's rays seeped through the curtains, rudely awakening me from my slumber.
Rubbing my eyes, I couldn't ignore the throbbing sensation in my head, a painful reminder of the excessive drinking from the previous night. I couldn't fucking believe I had downed two whole bottles of vodka with Bill.
As I fumbled to find my phone, I noticed a flurry of missed calls from Pablo.
Weird.
It was unusual for him to spam call me unless something urgent had happened.
Curiosity piqued, I dialed his number, wondering what could be so important for him to call incessantly.
*bzzzzzzz bzzzzzz*
"Y/N! I've been trying to reach you for three fucking hours! Where were you?!" Pablo's voice rang through the phone, filled with frustration.
I groggily responded, the pounding in my head intensifying with every word.
"I was sleeping! Can you not yell it's literally 8 in the fucking morning shit!"
Pablo's tone grew more urgent.
"Haven't you seen the news pendeja?! Your face is all over the media! And not just you but with Bill Kaulitz?!"
My eyes widened in disbelief, I felt my heart dropping at his words.
"What... What do you mean all over the media?!"
Without wasting any moment, I grabbed my laptop and quickly searched on Google. I didn't even need to tap Bill's full name before the catastrophic web news appeared in front of my very eyes.
It was multiple pictures of me and Bill, captured when we were both making out at the party.
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"Fuck! The paparazzi took those pictures yesterday!" I exclaimed, the gravity of the situation sinking in.
His voice turned stern, laced with concern. "Y/N, esa es una gran mierda en la que te metiste! Do you know how badly this will affect your career as a new model?!"
I took a deep breath, fully aware of the mess I had landed myself in. Biting my nail anxiously, I remained silent, knowing if I said anything It'll be stupid enough to get Pablo angrier at me. He took his role to secure this opportunity for me. This scandal had the potential to shatter my dreams and to ruin Bill's reputation as for Tokio Hotel since this was their first tour in America.
I heard him sigh on the other line.
"Look, Hermosa I know me yelling won't help the situation, but try to lay low for now," Pablo continued "Don't answer any questions if the media try to contact you, okay? I'll deal with this as your manager."
