The tour that changed everything (re done)

21.

Dear tom,
You have been gone for 4 years now. I'm now 22 and can't bring myself to celebrate without you. I miss you so much and just want you to come home. I don't know what I did wrong or if I did anything wrong to begin with. I really miss you.
Love, bill.
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Bill had written a letter every day to Tom but never sent them out. He didn't know where he was and was getting more and more upset about the whole situation. Bill was sitting in his room as his make-up artist made up his face. It was Bill and toms 22end birthday but he didn't want to celebrate. He didn't even want to get out of bed let alone be sitting here getting ready. Maybe this year will be different. Maybe this year Tom will show up and tell Bill that everything is ok and he doesn't need to worry. Bill sat on his bed after the make up artist left scrolling on his phone. He was looking at insta as the fans wished him and tom happy birthday. They didn't know Tom was gone and Bill's heart hurt with everyone asking about new music. Gustav would still come by every day to check on him but Bill soon stopped answering the door or his calls. Tonight was his birthday. Maybe he should get himself together and try to enjoy himself for once. He takes a deep breath as he styles his hair into a small mohawk. Glanzing in the mirror a flash of Tom shows making him look away. Why did he have to be gone? Why did it have to be for so long.

Bill entrued the party and was greeted by Gustav and Georg drinking while partying. He slips past them going to the bar and ordering one of Tom's favorite drinks. He always drank them now since Tom had disappeared. The room smelled of alcohol and roses, there was smoke making the room foggy as silhouettes of bodies danced around. There had to be over 300 people there it was a big venue. Bill walked around being slightly pushed by people dancing and greeting others as they talked to him. It was exhausting being social without Tom by his side. It felt like he was talking for the both of them. Bill sat down in a corner booth to take a breather and set his empty glass down a little hard making it crack. He jumped at his strength and looked at his hand confused for a second. Bill had been working out alot to try and forget about Tom being gone but it didn't help.

Hours pass deep into the night and bill was waisted. He was giggling and dizzy talking to some people who had sat at his table. One person in particular sat next to him. He had cornrows in his hair and was wearing a bandana over his nose and mouth. He had a flashy pair of sunglasses on and some baggy designer clothes. Bill couldn't see his face but was infatuated by him. He found himself drawn to him and didn't want him to leave. The man had his hand on bills knee under the table. Bill would look at it thanking it looked familiar but he couldn't place who it belonged to. His scent was of cigarettes and sex as Bill nuzzled his face into the stranger's arm. He wrapped his arms around it, feeling the musicals through their clothing. The man was muscular bill could feel it. Everything about this man was intoxicating to bill.

Bill downs another drink and the stranger leans his face down to Bill's ear.
"Feeling ok billy~"
Billy?! Only one person has called him that. Was it tom? Was he in disguise?
Bill looked up to the man in shades and studied his face. He couldn't see much cus the room was smokey and only lit by strobe lights. But maybe it could be Tom, maybe he was back.
The man looked towards the others and talked with them again.
No it couldn't be tom he wouldn't come back. Bill felt a little disappointed but it quickly went away as the man's hand rubbed Bill's knee under the table. Bill leaned his head on the man's arm starting to drift off.

Bill woke up in a large dark room. The bed was a California king and the sheets felt amazing. It was warm and cozy as he snuggled into them.
Wait this wasn't his room so where was he? Bill sat up slowly and looked around in the moonlight room. There were posters of bands, some of them were of tokio hotel. Some guitars were in the corner and looked very expensive. There was a bathroom next to the nightstand and there was a sound of a shower running. Curiously Bill got up and peeked inside to a note with his name.