Trust Me - |Bill Kaulitz|

help?

I sat on the edge of the sink, watching the door open and Bill walk in. I quickly wiped away my tears, turning to the mirror. Maybe I shouldn't have opened the door? I probably look awful and will only make things worse. But running away didn't help either.

"Hey, what's wrong? Did I do something wrong?"

Oh no, now he thinks it's his fault. Maybe he isn't a threat after all, and I should give him a chance. Trusting people is so hard.

"No, it's not you. You shouldn't waste your time on me. I'm just...crazy."

"No, you're not,"

he chuckled softly, closing the door behind him, fuck on this moment I felt scared again..

"Tell me why you ran away."

He didn't sound offended, just empathetic. I didn't know what to say. My therapist said I need to be honest with people, and maybe it will work.

"Um, sorry, something triggered me, and I was about to burst into tears, so I ran."

I looked at him, trying not to upset him, and spoke softly.

"I'm not ready to tell you the details, but I hope you understand."

He nodded, listening attentively.

"That totally Okay. If you want to continue our conversation over drinks, we can."

Wow, he's patient and calm. What's his secret? I looked in the mirror and sighed.

"I can't. My makeup is ruined."

I grabbed toilet paper and tried to fix it.

"Actually, if it's that important to you, I have something."

He rummaged in his bag and pulled out mascara. "Here, it's not perfect, but it's all I have."
He smiled kindly, stepping closer.

"Wh...um...thanks."

I was speechless. No one except Jessica had ever cared like that.I applied the mascara. I wasn't perfect, but I looked presentable.

"Thanks,"

I said, handing it back.

"No problem. How are you feeling?"

Whoa okay this guy Surprised me once again. And I was again in a stupor about what to answer him.

"Um... I think I'm feeling better now."

I looked away, trying to sort through my thoughts.

"Silly question, but do you want a hug? It helps me sometimes."

He raised his eyebrows, opened his arms, and smiled faintly.Everything seemed okay. He seemed nice. Maybe I could hug him. Jessica was the only person whose hugs felt perfect, but why not give this a try? There was a voice in my head telling me no, but I slowly approached him.

Another step, and another. He smiled and gently hugged me, careful not to scare me. It wasn't bad at all. It was nice, calming even. All I could hear was his heartbeat and his calm breathing. I closed my eyes and relaxed a little.

"Feels nice, doesn't it?"

he murmured.
I shivered at his words and opened my eyes. I can't deny it, it did feel nice.

"Yeah, it does" I sighed, pulling back. He was still smiling.

"'Ready to go?"

I nodded, and he opened the bathroom door.As we left the bathroom, we headed for our table. Suddenly, someone yanked my hand and pulled me in their direction. I screamed, startled, and looked at the person.

"So is this the guy about who you told me?I'm dying to know everything"

Jessica whispered, looking at me with a smirk.

"Damn it, Jess! I almost had a heart attack,"

I said. Bill's head snapped in our direction, and he looked at us.

"Uh, sorry, it's just my friend. She wants to talk. I'll be right back in five minutes."

"Okay, no worries. Take your time,"

Bill smiled and disappeared into the crowd.Jessica grinned, holding my wrists tightly.

"Don't overthink it. It's not what it seems."

"Easy for you to say! What am I supposed to think when you two walk out of the bathroom looking so relaxed?"
she teased.

"Alright, it is that guy. I ran into him again tonight, and we chatted for a bit. Then something triggered me, and I ran to the bathroom. He came after me and talked me down, that's all."

She knew exactly what I meant by 'triggered.' Her smile faltered slightly, but she was understanding.

"Okay, I get it. I'll tell you something later too, okay? "Interesting...

"Go have fun with the nice guy."

Jessica seemed genuinely happy, but I couldn't tell if it was because she had something to tell me or because she finally saw me with someone after five months.

"Alright, alright, but I want to hear your story later."

She giggled, and I weaved through the crowd towards Bill's table. He looked serious from afar, but a small smile spread across his face as soon as I came closer. I wondered if he had ordered another drink for me? It seems like he had