Unbelievable! [PART 9 - ENDE!]

I must stop writing so much lol, it's distracting me from my studies!!! Gah! Anyway, written for Savannah (TomsLuverGirl) cos she was so bored and because she rocks!!! and she knows why

“Wait, what?” I exclaimed, not quite able to comprehend what she’d just said.

“I said,” she paused. “You ready for this…..I got us tickets and backstage passes to go see Tokio Hotel!”

I thought I was going to faint! Had she truly just said what I thought she said? Tokio Hotel? Tickets? Backstage passes?!?!

“Tell me this isn’t a joke!” I exclaimed, grabbing onto her shoulders excitedly. “Tell me you’re serious!”

“I’m serious; we’re going to see Tokio Hotel perform LIVE in London!” Savannah said, pulling out two long tickets from her back pocket. Immediately I took one from her hand and began to inspect it. It certainly looked genuine. The picture on the front resembled that on the Scream album cover; Bill screaming surrounded by Tom, Georg and Gustav looking incredible cool and calm. On the back the date, time and venue of the concert was printed; 30-11-08, Carling Academy, London, 21:00. Doors open at 20:00.

From that moment on life seemed to be a blur. It was only July when she’s announced the news of the concert to me, three months before the concert. I seemed to be walking through a haze; going to work, going home, eating, sleeping, as though I wear on autopilot.

Finally, November rolled around. We had booked the flight for the 25th of November, wanting to get there a few days earlier in case we had to camp out. We landed at Heathrow airport and were taken to our hotel which was down the street from the venue. Looking out of the hotel room window we could see the venue.

The next few days were spent skulking around the venue, busy looking out for any eager fangirls who would get there before us and take our place at the front row. It wasn’t until the night before, the 29th, that people began to queue up. Savannah, her friend and I immediately grabbed the overnight kit we had prepared and skipped over to the venue. We were fourth in line.

We pulled out our sleeping bags and snuggled inside to keep out the cold. We were too excited to sleep that night and so spent most of it talking to one another and the group of girls behind us.

As the sun rose, excitement began to bubble over the group. By now the line had extended down the street and probably around the corner. We took it in turns to return to the hotel and get showered and changed, ready for the evening’s concert before spending the rest of the afternoon bouncing around, waiting for the doors to open.

Finally, the doors swung open and people surged forward. The bouncers checked our tickets before allowing us into the venue. We immediately made a beeline for the front row, parking ourselves directly in front of the stage.

This was it, in an hour; Bill would be standing before me, singing his heart out. Would he look at me? Would he sing for me? Would he pull me on stage to sing ‘Scream’ with him? My heart was in my throat, questions rushing through my mind, hoping he would notice me.

Suddenly the lights dimmed and a powerful drum beat began to echo throughout the room, steady, rhythmically. My heart beat along with it, pounding within my chest; this was it.

A guitar soon picked up the rhythm then the power of the base amplified the sound. Suddenly a voice filled the room. A beautiful, melodic voice full of passion and power belting out the opening lyrics to ‘Ready, Set, Go!’. The crowd around us burst into scream and cheers.

Lights burst on around the stage, illuminating the scene magnificently. Standing no more than two feet away from me, up on a raised platform, was the man I had dreamt about for so long. There stood Bill Kaulitz in a pair of tight, sinful jeans and an even tighter t-shirt which hugged his figure and defined every single muscle. His hair stood on end, defying all the rules of gravity whilst the black eyeliner around his eyes seemed to shimmer and sparkle in the light. As he sang I caught a glimpse of that devilish tongue which literally sent me into euphoric heaven.

“Ready Set Go!” was followed by “1000 Meere” and then “Wo Sind Eure Hände” which really go the crowd going. We jumped in unison and sang along with Bill, screaming as he came closer to the edge of the stage and leant over, singing directly towards us. I eagerly looked directly at him, hoping to catch his eye. The moment I did I smirked and winked at him, hoping to get a reaction and prove he had seen me. My heart leaped as he winked back. It didn’t matter that I was just another girl in the crowd, that he probably did that to everyone; he had winked at me, that’s all that matter.

Then came “Monsoon”. His soft, melodic voice drifted to us out of the speakers, wrapping around us like a protective blanket and sending us all into another world. I was enthralled by his voice, by the song but most of all by him. He flowed across the stage, moving fluidly to the rhythm of the song in such a seductive manner. All too soon the song ended only to be replaced by ‘Scream’.

We screamed and we sang along as he held that megaphone high above his head. This was the bit we had all been waiting for; would he pull up someone to sing with him? The stage certainly looked equipped enough to get someone up there; there was even a set of stairs in the corner.

Sure enough, he did stop halfway through the song. His eyes scanned us, looking for someone to choose. I crossed my fingers in anticipation; ‘please choose me’ I begged silently. Perhaps he could read minds because, before I could even react, he was pointing to me, ‘the girl in the black halter neck’. Security came over towards me and led me under the rope and over to the stairs which I eagerly climbed up. There he was, Bill Kaulitz, six feet of pure perfection and he was smiling at me!

“Hallo,” he said as I drew closer.

“Hi,” I replied, though only he could hear me over the screams of the girls.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

“Chloë,” I replied, grinning insanely at him.

“Chloë, you know the words of Scream, yes?” he asked, looking directly at me. My knees went weak as he said my name and I nodded dumbly. “Ok so I will do ‘no’ and you do the ‘got to feel it’, ok?”

“Ok,” I replied. He pulled me closer so that we could share the microphone and I thought it took all the reserve I had not to tackle him to the ground and kiss him to within an inch of his life. He smelt so gorgeous, a mix of hairspray, cigarette smoke and something stronger, some kind of spray. And to top it off, he had his arm around my shoulders; he still held the megaphone however, so his hand wasn’t resting on my shoulder properly. I snaked my arm around his waist and gripped tight, unable to believe I stood on stage beside Bill Kaulitz, of all people.

“No!” he screamed into the microphone, deafening me.

“Cos you feel it!” I replied, trying to keep with the rhythm of the song.

“No!”

“Cos you believe it!”

“No!”

“And when it hurts you!”

“Scream it out loud!” we sang together.

“No!” came his voice

“No!” my turn.

“No!”

“No!”

“Scream it out loud!” together again.

“SCREAM!” he sang, at the top of his voice, right beside me, deafening me again. I couldn’t complain though, here I was with Bill Kaulitz, what more could I want?

The minute the song ended I launched into a hug which he graciously reciprocated. I prayed Savannah had gotten a picture of me on stage with Bill, I needed proof of this to make sure it wasn’t all just an amazing dream.

Suddenly a security guard was at my side, leading me off stage. With one last look at Bill, I followed, passing Tom on the way to the stairs. He cracked a smile at me and I smiled back happily. I was back beside Savannah before I knew what was happening.

“Wow!” she gushed the moment I stood beside her. “That was…”

“Yeah!” I replied, unable to say anything else.

“Don’t worry, I took pictures, lots of pictures,” she grinned happily at me and I grinned back, excitement bubbling inside.

Next it was Savannah’s turn to gasp. The band had launched into “Leb’ Die Sekunde” and Tom was currently doing his trademark move; air fucking his Flying V Guitar.

“Reden”, with those smouldering eyes of his and the provocative kneeling before Tom during the performance sent the crowd into another frenzy of lust and desire. By the end of the show both me and Savannah both thought we would never be able to speak again, what with the way Tom and Bill had been acting throughout the show.

Finally however, the concert was over and it was time to go backstage.

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So this won't be too long, like 4 or 5 parts, just a little thing I'm working on in my free time (which isn't so free cos I'm juggling seven stories atm along with my studies and my job!) Comment please, I'll love you forver if you do!

ICH LIEBE DICH yuur di best lol yuu wrote it for me XxXxX

as always yuur words are gr8 and welll ITS BRILLIANT XD

okay...devilish tongue, provocative body, heavenly pleasure ...i love bill kaulitz....

and toms GUITAR GASM!...ooh he seriously makes me drool when i watch him like that. *currently panting like a dog*

except,,,i thought the lyrics were
no
don't you feel it

no
don't you believe it?


anyhow i still love Schrei...he sounds like a little ms. goody too shoes in scream to me!

^ I know what you mean, i prefer Schrei to Scream, its got more power lol.

The lyrics I typed in the story appear as they are written in the little booklet which comes with the 'Scream' album so I hope they're correct lol

then i presume i got the wrong lyrics..and yes schrei has so much more power! its like the 12 yr old bill had a lot more energy than his 18 yr old avatar!
btw i absolutely love the story!

i luuuuuuvvvvvvvveeeee it tooooooo oh and kaulitzgirl i love yuur stories expesially that "ill die for you" its brilliant!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

TomsLuverGurl wrote:

i luuuuuuvvvvvvvveeeee it tooooooo oh and kaulitzgirl i love yuur stories expesially that "ill die for you" its brilliant!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

thank you so much. i really appreciate u reading it.

kein problem XDXDXDXD

Oh wow!! its a really nice story... it was like i was imagining each and every move you wrote.. you made it so realistic! heh... well done and keep up the good work.

Hope you continue it.

waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa i love itt!!!!!!!!!!!!! i wish i was chloee

<3 your stories !!!!!!!!

you are going to be a great writer someday

yeah a really great one

love it

So, new chapter up, sorry it's so long...I got carried away Thanks to everyone who left me such sweet and encouraging comments for the first chapter, this is dedicated to all of you guys, especially Savannah and Pav

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As the crowd began to turn around and head out of the building, Savannah, Sophie and I made our way over to one of the security guards idling by the stage.

“Yes?” he asked, looking at us suspiciously.

“We have backstage passes,” I said, pulling the passes out of my bag and showing them to him. He checked them once before smiling at us.

“Come with me.” We followed him through a camouflaged door and into a dark hallway. He lead us down a hallway and then into a brilliantly lit room full of people milling around.

He cleared his voice loudly. “I’ve got some girls here with backstage passes.”

Immediately everyone stopped. A petite, blonde woman came hurrying over and we all held in our excitement as we recognised her as one of the band’s security team members, Dunja. She scrutinized our passes before smiling at us and telling us to follow her. She had a heavy accent so understanding her was slightly difficult but we got the gist of things. She led us into a white room with two large sofas, a couple of chairs and a table full of food and other refreshments.

“Tokio Hotel will come soon,” she said, speaking directly to us. “You can take pictures and talk to them. Please, stay calm around the boys. They are tired after the show.”

We nodded enthusiastically, eager to be on our best behaviour. She nodded at our eager expressions but before she could speak again, her cell phone began to ring. She answered it and spoke in hushed tones with the person on the other side.

Finally, she hung up and turned back towards us. “Tokio Hotel are coming.”

Instantly the air began to crackle with excitement as all three of us were bubbling enthusiastically. This was it, our dream was about to come true. I gripped Savannah’s hand tightly in my own, needing to hold on to something to prevent myself from going atomic.

Suddenly the door swung open and there they stood; giants of the music industry mere inches away from us. I heard a squeak come from my right and turned to see Sophie biting on her lip to prevent herself from screaming. I knew how she felt; I wanted to scream in excitement. I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself. I gave Savannah’s hand another squeeze before releasing it and taking a step forward.

Bill gasped as he saw me and smiled. He began to babble in German, too fast for me to even comprehend what he was saying.

“Hi,” I said, once he had finished talking. He looked dumbstruck by the way I spoke and his eyes bugged out in shock. Behind him there was a loud burst of laughter and we all turned to see who had laughed; it had been Tom.

“Excuse my brother, he forgets we are not in Germany,” Tom said suavely, shuffling forward into the room. “I’m Tom.”

“They know who we are,” Gustav said, rolling his eyes at Tom.

Tom said something to Gustav in German, flipping him off as he spoke which caused Savannah to giggle.

“Who are you?” Tom asked us, once more regaining his composure.

“I’m Sophie,” Sophie said, voice cracking from excitement as she spoke.

“I’m Chloë,” I said, trying to seem happy and chipper whilst not fainting from happiness. We waited for Savannah to speak but her voice never came to her. I nudged her gently, trying to get her to speak. It seemed to work.

“I-I’m Savannah,” she said, smiling at Tom through her dumbstruck awe.

“You are the girl who came on stage, yes?” Bill suddenly asked, bursting through the limited conversation which had been occurring.

“Uh, yes?” I replied nervously, was he going to say something.

“Good. So I am not going crazy!” he exclaimed, smiling at us. “Did you like the show?”

We all nodded eagerly. “It was amazing!” Sophie exclaimed.

“You guys were awesome,” Savannah added; she seemed to have been shaken out of her stupor.

“The best concert I’ve ever been to!” I added eagerly. “And I’ve been to a lot!”

“Yes?” Bill asked, raising an eyebrow. “So who are we better than?”

“Well you guys put on a better show than My Chemical Romance and Aerosmith for sure!” I gushed, smiling at the boys happily.

“You have seen Aerosmith?” Tom asked, sounding shocked.

“Yes,” I replied, blushing as they all turned to look at me.

“Das ist so cool!” Bill gasped, smiling happily. “And we were better than them?”

“Yes!” I gushed. “Much better.”

“You like My Chemical Romance as well?” Bill asked.

“Yes, they are my second favourite band,” I replied, grinning at the boys.

“Who is your first favourite?”

I blushed before replying. “You guys are.”

“What are your favourite bands?” Savannah asked the boys.

“Uh well I like Green Day and Placebo,” Bill began, rambling on in his usual way. “I also like Keane, Coldplay and those you know. But I also like Nena, you know Nena?”

We nodded our heads eagerly; of course we knew who Nena was.

“She is very good as well, one of my favourites. I have liked her since I was very young, you know,” he continued, gesturing with his hands as he spoke. “Tom?”

“Uh I like hip hop you know, especially German hip hop, I am a big fan of Samy Deluxe, he is a very popular hip hop artist,” Tom said, rambling just as much as Bill did.

“I like uh Timbaland and Fall Out Boy,” Georg added. “I think that is, alternative? I don’t know but, ja, that is what I like.”

“I am more into Metallica and rock or metal,” Gustav finally added.

“You all have very different music tastes,” Sophie giggled.

“Ja, we have different tastes in uh…a lot of things,” Bill supplied, searching for the words as he spoke. “Movies, music, style, everything is very different.”

“Do you guys ever argue because of your different tastes and stuff?” I asked.

“Sometimes, but they are not big fights,” Bill replied, smiling graciously at me. Butterflies filled my stomach at that smile and I though I had died on the spot.

We continued to talk with the boys of Tokio Hotel, asking them question after question, finding out as many details as we could about them. Sometime during the conversation, we had all migrated over to the two large sofas in the room. Savannah and I had been eager to try and sit near the Kaulitz twins and we had successfully managed to do so. I was wedged between the arm of the sofa and Bill whilst she was wedged between the arm of the sofa and Tom. Beside Tom sat Georg whilst beside Bill sat Gustav. In between the two sofas sat Sophie on a chair.

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Had to stop it there, the message was apparantly too long! Wil post the second part now

Here's the next part, part three Aren't you lot lucky, two parts in one night! Happy reading and please leave me comments, I love knowing what you guys think! Btw, words written in italics are spoken in German ok

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“Can I see your tattoo?” I asked Bill, getting brave after talking to him for a few minutes about tattoos.

“Which one?” he asked. I gawped, I hadn’t expected him to let me choose which one to see, I thought he would just show me the one on his arm.

“Your…star,” I said hesitantly, plastering a huge grin on my face in hopes that he would comply. To my immense shock he did, standing up off the couch and lifting his shirt up to reveal the star tattoo to us. My mouth dropped open in shock as I took in the sight of that pale, toned body and that gorgeous but mind blowing black star. My heart raced as my mouth went dry, oh how I wanted to touch it. My fingers itched to dance across the black skin so I was both happy and sad when he lowered the hem of his shirt to cover if back up.

“W-wow,” I gasped, trying to find my voice.

“It’s nice?” he asked, not sure how to take my previous statement.

“Dear god, it’s gorgeous,” I mumbled, without realizing what I was saying. Suddenly my words hit me and I blushed a deep scarlet colour. I prayed no one had heard me but, looking around at the group of people around me, I could see I wasn’t so lucky. My blush intensified and I tried to mould myself into the couch and out of sight.

“So…Tom, would you ever get a tattoo?” Savannah asked, thankfully coming to my rescue.

“Nein, my body is perfect how it is,” he replied, smirking and winking at her. I could see Savannah was ready to turn to jelly on us but was impressed by how calm she remained.

“Do any of you have tattoos?” Bill asked, looking at the three of us.

“I do,” I said timidly.

“Can I see?” he asked.

I nodded and slipped my jacket off my shoulders before turning in my seat to show my back to him. Due to the position of my halter top, my upper back was exposed showing the boys the inked skin there. Across the top of my back was the same star I had just seen on Bill’s back however with the addition of a small pair of gothic wings.

“It’s very nice,” Bill said, looking at the tattoo. “Like my star.”

“Yes, you were my inspiration,” I mumbled, suddenly realizing how much of an obsessed and crazy fan I must seem.

“That is so nice,” he said. Suddenly, I felt a long, cold finger dance across my back and I shivered at the touch, he had actually touched me! He had placed a hand on my back and danced along with the twisting lines of the tattoo.

I felt his hand move away and turned back around in order to face him. He had the cutest little blush dusting across his cheeks, giving him a flushed and glowing visage.

Tom muttered something in German and Gustav and Georg grinned broadly whilst Bill glared at his brother

“What did you say?” I asked tentatively in German. I blushed as I heard the words leaving my mouth; my accent was awful and it took me a good few seconds to actually formulate the sentence and get it out.

“You speak German?” Bill asked, slightly shocked.

”Uh…a little bit…” I replied, my eyebrows knitted in confusion as I pondered my next sentence. “I am…uh…learning. My friend is teaching me. My German is still not good though.”

“No, it is good,” Bill said. “You are just starting so it is good. It is hard to learn a new language. I know, it was hard for me with English; as you can see, it is not my mother tongue so that is why I make mistakes.”

“Your English is really good!” I exclaimed, smiling at him.

“Thank you,” he replied, blushing cutely. We smiled at each other and our eyes locked together. I felt hypnotized by his beautiful, honey coloured, almond eyes. I couldn’t look away, all I could do was stare into those warm depths. The room around me faded as did the rest of the people in it; all that matter was the beautiful boy before me and the way my heart pounded for him. Could he hear it? Could he feel the pulses from the rhythmic beats vibrating across the room? He smiled, and that one, small smile was enough to light up the room. I was left breathless and speechless as he looked at me; as I looked at him.

There was a cough from someone far away followed by another, more audible one. I reluctantly pulled my eyes away from his to look around at the five other people in the room, all of whom were staring at us. I coughed and blushed, ducking my head slightly. Glancing out of the corner of my eye I could see Bill still looking at me.

Before normal conversation could resume, there was a knock on the door followed by a woman poking her head round.

“Ten minutes and we have to go,” she said in German and although she spoke fast, I could just about understand what she had said. Immediately I was hit by a wave of panic, in ten minutes they would be leaving and I would never see them again.

“I have something for you!” I suddenly exclaimed, shocking everyone in the room, including myself . I reached into my bag and pulled out a long, slim, bright orange envelope with the word ‘Bill’ scrawled across it in calligraphy. “This is for you, I wrote it for you, I mean, its from me.”

I was babbling nervously. He smiled graciously and took the envelope.

“I have one for you, too,” Savannah said to Tom, blushing. I handed her a red envelope which I had been carrying in my bag. She thrust it nervously into Tom’s hand, blushing crimson as she did so.

“Can we get your autographs?” Sophie asked, suddenly leaping out of her seat.

The boys nodded, following suit and standing up off the sofas. We eagerly held out Tokio Hotel pictures and cds we had been carrying in our bags all night just for this and the boys scrawled their names across every available surface.

Next came photographs. We had been so dumbfounded when we first met them that we forgot to take pictures. First Sophie stood with the boys and me and Savannah eagerly snapped photos. Then it was Savannah’s turn. She weasled her way in between Tom and Bill and hugged him tight, wrapping her arm tight around his waist. She grinned crazily and me and Sophie took photos eagerly.

Finally, it was my turn. I walked over to the boys and for some weird reason, they made space for me beside Bill. I wasn’t complaining though, especially if it meant I could wrap my arm around him again. This time he put his arm around me and without the megaphone he could actually put his hand on my shoulder.

I smiled brilliantly as a number of flashes went off, blinding me momentarily. I felt Bill’s arm move from around my shoulders and instantly felt cold. I moved away from him and went to stand back near the girls.

“So how long are you in England for?” I asked, not wanting to leave the boys.

“We’re here for another week,” Bill replied. “We have more concerts in London and interviews and many things.”

“So you guys are busy then,” I said, grinning at them.

“Ja!” Bill exclaimed. “When do you go home? You uh…say, ne said you were from…Malta?”

“Yeah, we are,” Savannah said, smiling. “We’re from Malta, but we aren’t Maltese.”

“We go home in like, a week as well I think,” I said, shrugging my shoulders. “I’m not really sure.”

“Oh,” Bill said, nodding his head. “So…you’re staying in London?”

“Yeah, over at the Jurys Inn,” I said.

“You can see it from out front,” Savannah added. “That’s why we chose it, so we’d be close.”

“Where are you staying?” I asked.

“The Hilton I think?” Bill said, turning to look at Tom for confirmation.

“Ja, the Hilton,” Tom agreed. “Perhaps you should come and check it out.”

He winked at us and I smiled as I watched Savannah blush and giggle at his words.

“Is that an offer?” I asked, raising an eyebrow at him. I liked Tom, he was actually very relaxed and easy to talk to; they all were really.

“Uh yes…if you want,” he said, grinning mischievously.

“Not that security would let us in,” I replied, smirking.

“We will come see you then,” he winked once more. “I’m sure Bill would like to come over.”

Bill slapped him playfully and said something in rapid German to his brother. Before we could continue talking, a blonde woman poked her head round the door. “We have to go,” she said, in English. The boys nodded and turned back to us.

“It was nice meeting you,” Bill said graciously.

“It was nice to meet you too,” I replied in broken German. We made our way over to the boys and gave them hugs. When I got to Bill I nervously wrapped my arms around his thin waist and hugged him. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close, pressing me to his lithe body. I inhaled deeply, my mind swimming at his scent which was still new and yet so familiar.

Time seemed to stand still as we embraced, his heart beat thudding loudly in my ears. All too soon we were pulling apart though and I stood before him once more, feeling cold and empty without his embrace.

“Thank you for coming to the show,” Bill said, his heavily accented voice bringing me back from my daydreams.

“Yeah, hopefully you will come see us again,” Tom winked at us. “We would like to see you, I am sure.”

“We would like to see you again also!” I replied happily whilst Sophie and Savannah nodded eagerly beside me.

“Perhaps you will,” Tom replied. “Now, we must go. Thank you again.”

The boys smiled before walking out of the door. With one last, fleeting look behind him, I watched Bill go out of that door and probably out of my life forever.

uh uh he is not going out of yuur life forever nope he is coming back in the next chapter *does a baby face* aaaaaaaaaaa i got to hug tom and i see billions of sparks flying between chloe and bill

very very nice story i love it i wish i was chloe!!


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b-but if you wont meet bill again in d next chap.. what excitment will there be? oh please please make them fall in love... lolz.

btw brilliant i must say- as always heehee.

im anxousily waiting for d next chap hihij.

when's part 4 gonna come out?? soon i hope!

More then brilliant .. omg chloe all of your stories are just AMAZING!!!!!!

So because you guys have been so sweet and given me such amazing comments, I've been inspired to write this!!! Hope you guys like it

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The next day dawned bright and sunny, which was odd for a November day in England. The sun shone through my curtains, illuminating the room brilliantly and rousing me from sleep.

I met up with Sophie and Savannah in the hotel restaurant where the two were already eating enthusiastically. I grabbed a plate piled high with waffles, pancakes and syrup and made my way over to the two.

“Morning girls,” I said brightly.

“Why are you so happy?” Savannah asked, obviously still half asleep.

“I don’t know,” I replied, grinning. “The sun is shining, the birds are singing, I just think it’s going to be a great day.”

“And this feeling of happiness has nothing to do with the concert or meeting Tokio Hotel last night?” Sophie said skeptically.

“I never said that,” I replied, grinning mischievously. “Last night was amazing!”

“Mmm it was,” they agreed wholeheartedly.

“What are we going to do today girls?” I asked around a mouthful of syrupy waffle.

“Shopping!” the two chorused in reply.

“We’re in London,” Savannah said, as if she needed to justify why we had to go shopping.

“Agreed!” I said. We devoured the last of our breakfast before heading back to our rooms in order to grab our stuff. Then we were off.

We took a bus over to Camden Town and eagerly began to search through the various shops and market stalls there. Camden is known for its vast array of rock, gothic and alternative clothing stores and I think within the space of three hours we managed to visit half of them. We shopped till we dropped and then kept on going and by lunch time we were weighed down with at least five bags each.

We stopped off at a little café for lunch and to recuperate, we needed to build up our energy if we were going to continue shopping.

And continue we did. This time we wandered around Camden market, picking up trinkets and jewelry as we went. We were lucky enough to find a stall selling Tokio Hotel merchandise; fake of course, but so well made that it was impossible to tell it wasn’t official merchandise. We picked up a few bits of Tokio Hotel jewelry, some t-shirts and even the most beautiful jacket I had ever seen, which I snapped up immediately.

We were searching through a second hand shop when suddenly my phone began to ring. The chorus of Durch Den Monsun rung throughout the shop loudly, causing heads to turn in my direction. I pulled my phone out of my bag and slid it open, cutting of the music and answering the call.

“Hello?” I asked, as I continued to sift through the rack. Silence met me on the end of the line. “Hello?” I repeated. I knew someone was on the other end, I could hear breathing and a strange crackling sound.

“Hello?” I tried, for the third time. I was just about to hang up when someone started to speak.

“Hallo?” the voice said.

“Hello,” I replied, not sure what else to say.

“Uh, is this Chloë?” the voice asked, sounding unsure.

“Yes, who is this?” I asked. I wasn’t the kind of person to give out my number to anyone so if someone was calling me and asking if this was me, it had to be someone I didn’t know.

“It’s uh…Bill,” the voice replied, I could detect the hint of an accent

I bit my lip, trying to think of any Bills I knew. “I’m really sorry but I don’t know any Bills.”

“Uh it’s Bill Kaulitz, you met me last night? After the show?” the voice pressed.

I stopped dead, dropping the ghastly red thing I had picked up off the shelf. This couldn’t be Bill Kaulitz, surely. It had to be a joke of some kind that some idiot was playing. “Very funny.”

“What is?” the voice asked.

“Like Bill Kaulitz would call me, or even remember my name for that matter,” I replied, rolling my eyes. “Seriously, who is this and how did you get my number.”

“Nein, Chloë, I am serious, it is Bill,” the voice replied.

“Prove it,” I replied.

“What?”

“Prove it, give me a reason to believe this really is Bill Kaulitz,” I replied.

“Uh, ok,” the voice continued. “Uh, oh yesterday, when you came to meet us backstage you told us our show was better than My Chemical Romance and Aerosmith. And in the letter you gave me you wrote that uh…wait….without your lyrics, my world would be empty and I would be dead.”

I gasped. I had never shown that letter to anyone and as I had handwritten it, I didn’t have any other copy bar that one. Besides, that was a direct, word for word quote. How could anyone know that…unless…

“Oh you have got to be shitting me,” I said in shock.

“What?” the voice on the other line asked.

“You really are Bill Kaulitz,” I replied, still unable to wrap my mind around this bit of information.

“Yes, I know, I told you I was,” Bill replied, with a hint of sarcasm.

“I’m so sorry!” I began to babble. “It’s just, I never thought I’d get a phone call from you I mean, why would you want to call me of all people and I didn‘t even give you my number so how could it be you and then, well…yeah.”

“You talk a lot,” Bill said, giggling slightly.

“Sorry,” I replied, blushing. “Uh, Bill? How did you get my number?”

“You wrote it in the letter,” he replied simply. “It was good, because I didn’t know your last name so I couldn’t phone the hotel and ask for you.”

“Oh,” I said simply. I was bowled over by the fact that he would actually want to call me. “Why did you call me?”

“I uh…I wanted to ask uh…if you, you know, if you are not busy, maybe you would like, only if you want, to uh…go out with me maybe uh…tonight if you would like.” he babbled nervously. I wanted to jump and dance and scream and just hug him for his cuteness.

“Uh, ok,” I replied, trying my hardest to not scream. I had to bite my lip just to make sure I was really awake and this was truly happening. This had to be a dream, it was just too amazing; Bill Kaulitz was asking me out! “Uh, you meant just me, or all three of us?”

“No, uh, just me and you,” He said, nervously. I could picture him jittering nervously on the other end and I wanted to squeal.

“ok!” I said, letting my excitement bubble over.

“So, you want uh, I meet you at your hotel at…maybe…seven, it that is ok for you?” he asked, still sounding incredibly nervous.

“Ok, I’ll see you then,” I replied. I slid my phone shut and calmly put it into my bag. Then I quietly left the store, biting on my lip all the way. The moment I got outside I screamed at the top of my lungs and jumped happily around. People stopped and stared but I didn’t care.

Savannah came running out of the shop and over to me followed closely by Sophie. Both looked on in shock as I continued my happy dance.

“Chloë, what happened?” Savannah asked, grabbing my wrists and trying to hold me down.

“Oh my god!” I gasped over and over. “Oh god Savannah you’ll never believe me!”

“Chlo, tell me!” Sav pressed. “You’re scaring me! Who was that on the phone?”

“It was Bill!” I replied, jumping slightly in glee.

“Bill who?” she asked, obviously still confused.

“Bill fucking KAULITZ!” I shrieked, causing people to stare at us.

“Bullshit, Chlo,” Sav said, rolling her eyes. “Seriously, who was on the phone.

“Sav I’m serious!” I whined. “Bill Kaulitz called me!”

“And what did Bill Kaulitz want?” Sav asked, skeptically.

“He asked me out!” I squealed. “He asked me to go out with him, just me and him! He’s going to meet me at the hotel tonight and we’re going out and oh what am I going to wear?!”

“Holy crap you’re serious?” Sav asked, finally realizing I wasn’t pulling a prank. “You’re going out with Bill Kaulitz!”

“I’m going out with Bill Kaulitz!” I replied. We began to dance and jump around together excitedly, shrieking at the top of our lungs. “Shit, what am I going to wear?”

“I dunno!” Sav replied. “Let’s get back to the hotel, what time’s he meeting you?”

“7,” I replied. “Fuck, I’ve only got three hours to get ready!”

We raced across Camden to where the bus stop was and waited for ten minutes for a bus to come. We eagerly hopped on the bus and willed it to go faster, get to the hotel quicker. We arrived twenty minutes later though it felt like we’d been on the bus for hours.

We raced through the hotel to the reception desk, snatching our room keys from the receptionist and rushing over to the elevators. We made it up to my room in record time and filed in.

I pulled out outfit after outfit, needing the girls’ opinions on which to wear when I went on my date with Bill. After much debating and trying on, we decided I should wear a black, lace-up corset style top and a black miniskirt that had red stitching on it. We decided that I had to team it with thick black tights and high heeled, platform, PVC boots. Next came hair and make up.

Savannah helped me sort my make-up out; heavy black mascara and thick black eyeliner with a light dusting of white powder to give my pale skin a translucent apparel. Sophie helped me blow dry my hair straight, flicking out the ends to define my natural layers.

Finally, I was ready, and with ten minutes to spare. I spritzed myself generously with Midnight Poison and took one last, long look in the mirror at my appearance.

I left the room and we headed downstairs. Sophie and Savannah had promised to come wait with me downstairs, though they would hide behind one of the huge ornamental plants and watch out.

I glanced at the huge, gold clock above the reception area continually. 6:56, 6:57...6:59.

I watched as the clock finally began to chime seven. It was seven, he would be here soon.

I looked intently at the door, willing him to walk in. I played nervously with my the hem of my skirt, waiting for him to enter. My heart was in my throat as butterflies filled my stomach. What if he didn’t like my outfit? What if my skirt was too short? What if he didn’t like me? What if he didn’t show up? What would I do then? What if-

My thoughts stopped dead in their tracks as I saw a tall, lithe figure with sleek black hair walk into the lobby. There he was, Bill Kaulitz, here for our…date.

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And you thought Bill was gone for good Comment please! Love you all

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh .............. the first date turns into the first love turns into HAPPILY EVER AFTER woooooooooooooooooooooooooo hooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo bitte more when yuu can XD

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waaaa !!!! shes on a d8 with bill !!! I can't wait to see how the date turned out in the next chap i hope! i think the way she dressed was pretty cool.. well at least as i can imagine from the story x)


PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE write as soon as you can...... ohmigosh im so excicted !!

AMAZING!! so lucky! i wanna date Bill.. Mehr bitte, mehr!!

WELL DONE< KEEP I T GGOING PLS