𝐌𝐲 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐲 - 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐊𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐳

Fame

*3 Months Later*

I sigh, rubbing my eyes. Looking out the window as the leaves fall from the trees, making a mess in the yard once again. I groan, looking down at the bed. Empty. I don't even know where Bill is, but I'm having horrible headaches lately. And I have one now, it's absolutely killing me and I can't sleep.

I was hoping to take a small nap before the interview tonight, but I've had no such luck. I let out a huge groan as I stretch, getting up from bed slowly. My body feels so ugly today, and I honestly just want to cry. I open the bedroom door right as Tiger appears, scaring me. I jump a little before I let a soft laugh out.

Watching her curl up in the spot on our sheets I didn't bother to cover. I walk downstairs, seeing it's empty here too. Where could they be? Where is Hailey? Suddenly I hear laughter and screams from the basement, and Haileys laughter. My questions are answered.

I bring myself sluggishly downstairs, walking into the game room. Bill sits with Hailey in his lap, his arms around her as he holds the controller. Tom is next to Georg, and Gustav is sitting beside Bill. Hailey is snuggled perfectly in his lap, so much so that it made me smile.

Georg notices me first, smiling when he sees me. "Oh, hey Lena. Feeling any better?" He asks, setting his controller down. All eyes turn to me as I shake my head. They know about my headaches, but I'm quite close to my girl week, it could be that instead.

"Awh, I'm sorry. Maybe you should take some medicine before we go though." Georg says calmly, I nod in agreement. He's right, I don't want to be miserable for my first interview back into the band. Bill sets Hailey aside with a kiss on her head, walking out to me.

He pulls me out into the hall, pinning me against the wall. I look up at him as he looks down at with one I've never seen. Possession. I gulp, looking up at him. Has he grown even taller? He used to be 6'0, but I'm thinking he's gotten even taller. "Lena you look sick, you shouldn't go."

He spits out bluntly, catching me off guard. I widen my eyes, raising my head up to look at his full face. His face is crystal clear, his hair hanging down in front of his face, I'd let him take me right here. We haven't had it in forever. "Bill- I have to go." I say quietly, giving him puppy eyes intentionally. Just to ping that right nerve.

He lowers his lids down, giving me butterflies. The look on his face has my heart racing, but I'm not feeling that well. He'd never take me until he knew I felt good enough. "Girl, listen to me." He says, making a joke. I smile, shaking my head. Pouting a little.

"But I actually want to go, I gave up on our fans for a while and I feel bad." Bill shakes his head, his arm holds his weight above my head as he leans down. Glaring at me, I gulp. Feeling small, since when has he gotten so dominate? Can he never stop?

"Honey, are you sure?" He asks softly, his eyes traveling down to my lips. I feel my heart skip a beat, nodding quietly. He smirks, giving me a kiss on the head. "Okay, come with me, darling." He whispers, standing up straight. Taking my hand and bringing me up the steps to the kitchen, grabbing the pills I always take.

I had to get a prescription for it, it got so bad. He shakes a couple out, giving me one and a glass of water. I quickly swallow it down, setting the glass beside me. He smiles softly at me, bringing me to sit at the edge of the counter. Wrapping my legs around his torso and my arms around his neck, he still is taller.