Twisted love.|| BILL KAULITZ

𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧.

-𝟏𝟗:𝟒𝟓𝐩𝐦-
I pushed up my glossy lips, tugging at the layered silk dress plastered upon my body. The elegant black colour matching my shiny heels, a few bracelets stacked on my cold arms. I tilted my head slightly, attempting to pose in the fogged mirror ahead, quiet music playing in the lounge. I turned my gaze to Freya, staring at me in the background.

"It's rude to stare" I joked, wagging my pointer finger.

She raised her brow before chuckling lowly, a genuine smile appearing on her blushed face.

"I'm just happy you're back." She hummed.

"Me too" I snickered, pulling her in for a hug.

She wrapped her soft arms around me, resting her head on top of mine, our heartbeats connected once again. The familiar smell of roses flew up my nose, my lips curling up.

"Next time I'll grab lunch" she taunted, pulling away.

"For sure" I laughed, pushing my hip out.

We both snickered as we headed out into the lounge, yanking my diamanté bag before turning my gaze to the group. Bill stood in the kitchen, chugging on a glass of water, his dark eyes scanning over my body. I bit at my cheek, moving my glare from his.

"Is everyone ready?" Sophia asked, wrapping a jacket over her bitter shoulders.

We all nodded, Beth leading the way outside. I hooked onto Freya's arm, my feet banging against the hard wood floor. The sudden breeze brushed past my body, the front door almost swinging off. I turned my gaze to the two unlocked cars, furrowing my brows gently.

"We can't drive if we're drinking" I muttered.

"Some of us aren't" bill smiled, catching up with me.

I hummed loudly, nodding my head tauntingly as I opened the back car door. I threw my bag inside, plopping down onto the freezing seat, growing goosebumps on my arms. Bill and Gustav hopped in the front, Freya joining me. The dim car lights turned on, reflecting onto my shaking hands.

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I raised my eyebrow as bill opened my door, holding his long hand out, my face scrunching up. I took a hold of his warm hand, jumping out into the street. I glanced at the small club behind me, the blue lights shooting down harshly. The loud music blared through my ears immediately, my feet shuffling up to Freya.

We entered the dark club, my eyes glossing over the choice of decor, a bar man flipping bottles around. Gustav headed off in front, picking out an empty booth for us all to relax in. I slipped into the plush seats, sliding across to make room. Bill squeezed in next to me, a sigh leaving his parted lips as he ran his nails over his dark blue jeans.

"Usual?" Freya asked, peering over the large table.

"yes please" I grinned, patting my knees.

She hurried off to the bar, Georg holding her exposed waist.

"You look gorgeous tonight" bill whispered, pushing my hair back.

"oh, thank you" I murmured.

"it's been weird not seeing your concert posters around" he chuckled.

"You knew my band?" I asked, turning to face him.

"Of course" he smiled, resting his elbow on the chair.

My eyes softened, his hand running down my back. I tapped my foot against the floor, his eyes staring into my soul.

"So, when will you be singing again?" He questioned.

"Definitely soon, I've missed it terribly" I admitted, my smile fading.

"Did anything happen while you were in a coma or was it just a blur?" He continued, stroking my hair.

I huffed quietly, my hands planting together.

"It was a blur, I don't remember anything." I lied, frowning slightly.

"I couldn't imagine what it was like" he groaned.

"yeah.." I whispered, picking at my nails.

It's weird to imagine I've been 'gone' for four years, I missed a lot. Although I'm thankful that it was all a dream, I couldn't even think about it without feeling sick. Now that I look at bill I can see he wouldn't ever do something like that, it makes me laugh a little now. Even though it was traumatising, I'm back now which gives me another chance.

"y/n?" Bill dragged, bumping my drink into me softly.

"Oh sorry!" I laughed, taking the fresh drink.

I plopped it down onto the table, wrapping my lips around the red straw. The burning sensation suddenly hitting my throat, a shiver going up my spine. My gaze turned to the crowd, slowly dancing to the booming music, alcohol floating in the air above.

"So what's next for you?" Bill hummed, a grin on his face.

"I'm not sure yet, I guess I'll just see what happens" I shrugged.

"I'll drink to that" he winked, picking up his beer.

I raised my brows, picking up my drink before clashing it into his. I took a light sip, not wanting to get too drunk yet.

"Got your eye on anyone?" He asked, leaning into my shoulder.

I tutted, scratching at my neck as his breath trickled down it.

"Maybe" I smirked.

"Interesting" he added, slouching back.

I rolled my eyes, dancing gently to the loud music, my head bobbing. Bill's hand slithered towards my thigh, my body freezing up. His scent closed in on me, pushing softly into my shoulders as he made circles on my skin.

"Let's get this party started" Georg yelled, placing down a tray of green shots.

I squinted my eyes hesitantly, being handed a small plastic cup, the liquid bubbling. I shook my head before throwing it back, my lips pushing together. The sour apple taste lingered in my tingly mouth, cupping my face.

"dance with me" bill insisted, grabbing my hand.

"Now?" I gasped, stumbling up.

Freya winked at me as she took a hold of Georgs hand, following behind us. Bill wrapped his hands around my waist, his mysterious eyes pouring into mine. I hugged my arms around his neck, my face burning up as he twirled me in a circle..