Counting stars (Bill kaulitz)

"I'm sorry."

~Brittany's pov~

I looked up at Bill —even though we were both sitting down— with tears in my eyes.

"I'm pregnant." I looked at him, "what?" He processed, "I'm preg-," "I know what you said, Brittany." He put his hand over his mouth.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you." The pitch of my voice got higher the more I tried not to cry, "I wanted it to be a surprise for you, I should have told you when I found out, I should've told you when I stopped taking birth control, I'm so sorry." I rambled and whispered the last part while I wiped my tears off of my face.

"Oh, no no no, Brittany, don't cry." He was quick to pull me up into a hug. One of his hands was on the back of my head, putting my face in his chest.

"We'll figure it out, okay? I'm sorry, I overreacted. This is a good thing, right?" He whispered into my hair once I stopped crying, "I don't know, Bill." I said and looked up at him when he pulled away, using his thumbs to wipe away my tears.

"I'm sorry." I sighed and hugged him with my arms around his neck, he grabbed my thighs and lifted me up and wrapped my legs around his waist before putting his arms around me, "you have nothing to be sorry about."

After about ten minutes of us hugging in the middle of the hotel room, Gustav, Georg, and Tom came back in the room, "uh Bill? We're late." Tom said, Bill put me down, "late for what?" He asked, "our interview." Tom said in a 'duh' voice "Oh shit." Bill mumbled and grabbed the car keys and kissed came back over, kissing me on the forehead, "love you." He said then they all walked out of the door.
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~Bills pov, in the car~

"What happened between you two?" Tom asked, Gustav and Georg stopped fighting and listened.

"She wouldn't tell me what Georg said, I asked if she cheated on me —Tom mumbled a small 'dude'— she asked me what I was talking about and I pressed even more then she said she was pregnant. Then started crying so I hugged her and told her everything was going to be fine and that I over reacted." I said, keeping my eyes on the road.

"Which reminds me, which one of you did she tell first?" I asked when I pulled into the parking lot of the place, "she called me at like three in the morning the night after our seventh concert, so like three weeks into tour." Tom said as we got out of the car and going in through the back entrance.

"Where have you guys been? You were supposed to be live fifteen minutes ago." Our manager asked, "well we're here now." Tom and I said at the same time, "you have to go out on stage now." He ushered us to the stage.

I walked out waving at the crowd and sat on the couch with the rest of the band.

"So Bill," the interviewer started, wow. Get right into it I guess, "there are pictures floating around the media of your girlfriend, Brittany, at the airport and she has an engagement ring on, did you propose?" He asked, "is that any of your business?" I asked politely, "the fans want to know, Bill." Tom teased, elbowing me in the side.

"I did propose to her." I nodded with a faint smiled on my face, "congratulations, I suppose." The interviewer said as the crowed screamed.

The rest of the interview I was absorbed in my own head, 'Will I be a good dad?' 'Will Brittany be a good mom?' 'Are we too young?' 'Should we be having children knowing that we're famous?' 'Holy shit I'm going to be a dad.'

The questions kept replaying in my mind the whole interview, "and there you folks have it, Tokio Hotel!" I smiled and waved to the crowd as I walked off stage.

I sighed as I sat on the couch backstage, putting my face in my hands, "Bill?" Tom sat by me and rubbed my back, "hm?" I hummed.

"Are you okay?" He asked, "I don't know." I leaned back on the couch, "I mean, am I supposed to be okay?" I asked, "I think you should be stressed, wondering if you've done stuff right. But yeah, I think you'll be okay." He chuckled.

"Do you think I'll be a good father?" I asked quietly, "I think you'll be great, same for Brittany. You guys will be great." He smiled, "and I'll be a bomb ass uncle." I chuckled at his words, "come on, I want to go back and lay down." I sighed, "can I-" "yes, you can drive." I said and tossed him the keys to the car.
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I pressed the button with 5 on it when we both got in the elevator.

Gustav and Georg got a taxi back.

I stepped out of the elevator along with Tom and walked to our hotel room, "you have your key, right?" I asked him, "yeah." He said and unlocked the door.

I walked through the door behind Tom and shut it. I sat on the edge of my bed, taking my shoes off and laid down behind Brittany.

I put and an arm around her waist and pulled her closer to me.

She turned around and put her head in the crook of my neck, "you've already did nothing interviews?" She asked, "they canceled the 3 o'clock one," I cupped the back of her head with my left hand, my right hand was under my head.

She hummed and went back to sleep.

This drama isn't even drama it's just shit😐