Twisted love.|| BILL KAULITZ

𝐓𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞.

My eyes flicked between the shirtless men and the fire, slashing around in the air effortlessly, the orange shade bouncing off of the walls. The lingering taste of alcohol in my mouth, Chris's hand plastered to my waist. His cold fingertips burning into my skin, gasps leaving families mouths as they watched the show.

"Can you come for a cigarette with me?" Freya whispered, tapping my shoulder.

I nodded, getting up from my seat with a screech, yanking my bag as I left the group. I caught up with Freya, her sparkly dress reflecting onto the floor.

"Is it true?" She asked, hooking onto my arm.

"Is what true?" I hummed.

"That you called Sophia a worthless whore" she muttered, swiping a cigarette between her lips.

"What?" I chuckled, opening my bag.

"Apparently Lauren overheard you telling Chris earlier, not that I believe her" she sighed.

"Would the fuck would I call my friend a whore? Seriously what is that girls problem" I scowled, lighting a cigarette.

"That's what I said but Sophia quoted 'after the whole thing with Beth I wouldn't put it past her, I'll keep my distance'. " she tutted.

"I can't be arsed with it Freya, if she believes it then so be it" I shrugged, smoke flying up my face.

"I'd just be weary of Lauren, she's up to something" Freya frowned.

I slouched back against the pillar, leaving her grasp. My gaze moved up to the glittering stars, the full moon shooting into my confused eyes. I'm sick of all this pettiness, clearly she's just trying to cause problems. I just can't believe Sophia would trust her, I mean she's only been around for a few hours. She can have bill, as I told him it's over.

-𝟏𝟎:𝟐𝟕𝐚𝐦-
"I can't fucking believe you two!" Freya screamed, waking me up.

I turned my sleepy gaze to her, her hands scrunched up as she hung over the bed. Georg shot me a confused look, my lips pushed up at her expression.

"What's wrong?" I yawned.

"What's wrong?! you told me it was only once" she scowled, gritting her teeth.

"What was only once?!" I yelled.

"This." She whispered, pulling up her phone.

I squinted my eyes at the photo, her hands shaking. My brows furrowed, seeing a photo of what looked like me and Georg kissing after the entertainment show. Although it was a blurry photo, no features but hair and clothes.

"That's not me." I frowned.

"Oh really?" She spat, turning to Georg.

"Freya, I was with you the whole night" he groaned, rubbing his head.

"Not when you needed the bathroom" she quoted, moving her fingers.

"This is Lauren, I wouldn't do that to you." I sighed.

"No you would. Because you're a selfish bitch, you're jealous that I found love and you didn't." She sobbed, smashing her phone onto the floor.

"You're my best friend, I don't want anything but the best for you!" I shouted, my lips curled down.

"lies. This is why nobody could ever love you, no wonder your mother was an alcoholic" she snickered.

My lips closed, a lump in my burning throat. I moved my eyes from her gaze, jumping up from the bed, my eyes beginning to water as I pulled out my clothes. I quickly shoved them into my tired suitcase, snatching my makeup bag from the vanity table.

"Where are you going?" Georg asked, his hands behind his head.

"I'll book a different room, clearly I'm not welcome here" I sniffled.

"Yeah, you're not." Freya cried, throwing over my shoes.

I grabbed the rest of my things, throwing them into my hand luggage before shoving on my flip flops. I stumbled towards the door, my shaky hands pulling at the door handle. My glossy eyes moved to the open elevator, running into its cold grasp. What is happening? Why is she doing this? Over a boy. It's one thing starting rumours but staging a photo? I know for sure I didn't kiss Georg last night, I went straight up to the room. I'm still in shock that she used my mother against me, that's just harsh. I never knew she'd go that low, but I guess I do now.

I shuffled over to the front desk, placing my belongings next to me as I pressed the small gold bell.

"Hello ma'am what can i do for you?" A woman asked.

"You don't have any free rooms do you? I've been in an argument with my roommate" I huffed, picking at my nails.

"Let me check" she smiled, tapping on the laptop ahead.

Her eyes scanned over the screen, my nerves filling the lobby.

"Ah here we are, how long for?" She questioned.

"6 nights please" I hummed, digging around for my purse.

"Okay that will be €635 please" she tutted, meeting my gaze.

I pulled out a clear small bag, luckily putting aside some cash. I planted the notes onto the counter, her hands grasping it before handing me my room key. I shot her a smile before walking back to the elevator, my stomach growling from the sweet scent downstairs. I pushed at the glowing button, awaiting for it to open. My eyes fell onto Lauren, Sophia, bill and Tom. I clenched my jaw as Lauren snickered, managing to squeeze into the packed elevator.

"Got kicked out?" Sophia laughed, hooking onto Lauren.

"You should know" I scowled.

I moved to the side as their stop came, them all waltzing out, my fingers pressing onto the fourth floor button. I slouched back, resting my head onto the mirror behind. My pjs stuck to my body, the heat not helping. My eyes shot up as a ding followed, rolling my suitcase out in a rush. I scanned over the numbers, coming across 405. I pushed in the key card, walking into the lifeless room.

It's probably best anyway, now Georg can sleep in an actual bed. I don't know what to do right now, is there anything i can do? Lauren is strategic, she knows everyone's weak spots..