World Behind My Walls (Bill Kaulitz)

23.

I immediately threw the remaining of clothes on my floor, exhausted and fed up. I'm packing to go on tour with Bill and them. Mom didn't mind me going I just had to save up some money but she did lend me some, Bill and them would help out without me asking but I don't want to always rely on them. It's so hard to find good clothes, and I have a bunch but I'm not sure.

My eyes scanned the clothes scattered across the floor, eyeing which ones I should pack and which should stay. Maybe not pack a whole lot because Bill will definitely want to go on a shopping spree the moment we're free in L.A. To be honest I don't mind as long as I overpack on underwear and socks, those are my top priorities. I remember a couple years ago I lost one of my luggage's that had my underwear in it and I went commando for a few days. Why couldn't we stop somewhere to get some? The bus broke down and then they had to drive with barely any stops to make it in time for their concert. That was very fun, the guys offered to let me wear their boxers and I denied because we haven't done any laundry yet. I was scared they would accidentally give me a dirty one.

After a couple hours I got majority packed and sprawled across my bed, exhausted and sweaty.

"Tough time?"

I shot up to see Andrew leaning against my door frame. "Oh no, just tired from packing." I sighed.

"You should have called for help, can I come in?" I motioned him in and he took a seat by me. "I'm sad I can't come but I'm going to pop by a few shows. I have to help a band produce their album and I'm gonna be packed."

"You got this." I supported. I sighed softly and gazed at the ceiling. I love that he's here to check on me but I'm overstimulated from packing. Everything is now all hot and sweaty and messy, it glitches my brain and him being here doesn't help either. "Why are you here?"

Andrew turned to me and sat crisscrossed. Shoes on my bed...great. "To see if you needed help, and you wasn't answering any of our texts."

I sat up, confused. "Huh?" My hand reached for the phone on my nightstand and saw a bunch of texts from everyone. "Oh shit I'm sorry, I didn't have my notifications on. What is it you guys need?"

"We just wanted to see if you wanted to join us at Bill and Tom's place. They're making supper tonight and thought you would want to join."

"Oh sure...just give me an hour to shower and I'll be on my way." He nods and got off my bed, happy at my confirmation and left. It was going to be more than an hour but I'll shoot a text to one of  them so they won't send another my way.

I didn't change into anything nice, I just combed out my hair and put on a tank top and sweats, pulling Tom's hoodie over my head. It's one he gave me a year ago and I honestly forgotten all about it.

At their house I didn't bother knocking, immediately walking in. They were all gathered in the living room playing a game on the TV. I smelled the food and saw it was done, finally seeing their plates placed by them. "Oh hey!" Gustav grins. "Food is ready, help yourself!"

The plates were already set out so I grabbed one and took a look at the food, spaghetti. I only put a small portion on my plate and sat down with them, right by Georg and Bill.

"Did you not get something to drink?" Bill asked. "Hang on, I got you." He didn't let me speak and rose up immediately, I watch him go to the fridge and get out a Dr. Pepper. I mumbled a thanks when he tossed, thankfully catching it.

Once I got it open I looked up to see he didn't move, he just stood there with his arms at the side. I felt heavy and attempted to steady my breath. My eyes scanned his face and I could tell he wanted to say something but was holding it in. My eyes were begging to say it and we just stared at each other. He licked his lips and finally released a breath. "Are you sure you're fine with coming to tour with us?"

"Of course." I confirmed. "Are you scared I'll run off or something?"

"Maybe.." He whispered. "I'm not scared you'll hurt yourself, which I'm praying you aren't. It's just what if things go wrong? You're known to run."

That was a low blow...but he was right. "Bill if I have to run to find my peace, I will. I'm not sorry I do that but if it to keep me feeling okay then I'll do it. But I won't, I'm okay I promise." I hope I won't. "Also where would I run too? I'll be homeless and it'll be a disaster. We're going to have fun and I'll be a helping hand!"  He smiled at that, noticing the tension now releasing from him. "Now let's go back to everyone, thank you for the drink."