𝖦𝖾𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝖡𝗈𝗒 - 𝖡𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖪𝖺𝗎𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗓

Relief

*2 weeks later - 10 A.M*

"Fuck." I curse under my breath, watching Bill change. I wait for him, scared for what's coming up. Right now, I'm trying to distract myself by hypnotizing myself with Bill's body. He's so unbelievably gorgeous, I can't stand it anymore. The public have seen us together, and I'm invited to an interview with the band. I feel ill.

Being on TV? Labelled? Oh god. And what if my dad somehow sees? What will he think of me? Does he still hate me for mom's death? "Come on Bill we don't have all morning!" Tom shouts angrily from the other side of the door. I swallow, watching him drop his pants.

I pretend I'm looking at the ground, but oh god I'm not. I bite my lip, staring at his middle. Is he thinking about something? It's awful obvious the wet spot on his boxers. I smile to myself, looking down for real this time. Hearing the jingles of his pants, and watching him put his belt through. Why does he wear such huge belts? Gosh they look so heavy and exhausting.

He grabs his jacket from the bed, pulling it over and zipping it up to his collar. He looks up, puffing his hair up. Smiling childishly at me. "I'm ready!" He giggles, I sigh. Opening the bedroom door, walking out as I complain. Bill laughs all the way to the car about it, but it turns into nervous jitters on the way there. And they're nervous?!

Finally, when we arrive. I feel my stomach twisting and turning. There's guards outside the show, waiting for us. I run up to Bill who's walking awfully quick, grabbing his hand. He walks with passion, but I feel like the biggest loser next to him. He only smiles back down, rubbing my palm with his thumb.

When we walk inside, the AC is on. I feel such relief once the cool air hits my hot skin. Exhaling, I loosen up a little. The other two members finally introduce themselves. I like Gustav, the quiet one. I instantly get along with him. The crew suddenly gathers us, each handing us microphones. I feel my stomach tightening up quickly, I feel like I'm going to vomit.

I stand in the corner of the waiting room, isolating myself out of anxiety. Thoughts of my father and the public hate swims through my head. What if my father finds me? I swallow hard, looking at my shoes. Twiddling with my fingernails, my eyes begin to water just thinking about my dad tracking me down. I tried so hard to escape him.

I jump hard to the feeling of large hands on my shoulders, whipping around. Bill looks down at me, his expression turns to worry the second he sees my tears. His eyes go wide and he cups my face, frowning. "Nova, what's wrong?" I shake my head, looking down at his chest. I can't even look him in the eye, I'd cry.

"It's nothing." I squeak, gasping when he forces my face back to look at him. "Nova, tell me what's wrong. I can tell there's something wrong." He demands, furrowing his brows. I tear up again, letting them spill down my cheeks. "My dad, what if he finds me? What if he abuses me again, Bill? I tried so hard to run from him!"

I rant, my vision blurring. Bill wipes my tears, pulling me into a hug. "I'll be here, trust me. I won't let him hurt you." Bill assures, rubbing my back. Resting his head on mine as he holds me close. I sniffle, nuzzling into his chest. It's quiet after his words, but I don't mind. I feel comfortable in his arms, safe. How I love Bill.

Suddenly, we're called out. I gulp, clinging my hand to Bill's. He giggles, walking out with me. I hope my tears aren't noticeable. "Welcome Tokio Hotel! I see you've brought your guest." The host chuckles, grinning at the audience. They cheer loud. As we sit down, the host asks Bill and I a question that instantly gets me squirmy.