I'm WHAT?! (PART 15)

YES! It's another story! I apologise for this, I'm writing too much but I promise regular updates on all my stories!!! Anyway this is one of the sequels to "Unbelievable" You don't need to read that one first but it would help....plus I like when people read my stories XD!! Please comment and let me know what you think XD

Summary: We've been together for so long and everything's been perfect..of course something had to come along and change things so dramatically!

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Swearing, um mentions of sex I guess, nothing too bad or graphic at all really!

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It was just one of those days.

You know, when you wake up and feel as though something horrible is going to happen. That was how I felt, the moment I woke up I knew something was wrong and boy was I right!

I woke up that morning feeling nauseous and queasy. For the past week I’d been feeling like this so when that familiar feeling crept up on me I knew I had about a minute to escape from under Bill’s arm and rush to the bathroom before the contents of my stomach would rebel against me. Like clockwork, this had happened every morning for the past week without fail.

I made it there just in time and felt everything I’d eaten the night before being expelled form my body. By the time I was done, my body was shaking and I was sweating profusely though freezing cold.

“Chloë, are you ok?” Bill asked, his voice drifting through the closed door separating our hotel room from the bathroom suite.

“Y-yeah,” I replied, my voice shaky.

“Are you sure?” Bill pressed. “Do you want me to come in?”

“No!” I exclaimed. I didn’t want him to see me like this. Sure, after almost two years together he’d seen me at my worst but still, I hated looking all sick and weak like this. “I’ll be out in a minute ok.”

I flushed the chain before he could reply and turned the shower on, leaping under the cool water, washing away the sickness.

Half an hour I emerged fresh faced and ready to face the day. I got dressed and eagerly put that morning’s rather violent awakening behind me.

It was a busy schedule for Tokio Hotel that day. They had three interviews, a sound check and then a concert for 20,000 fans later that evening so we were busy all day, running around the city to various venues for interview after interview.

The interviews went by without a hitch and then we were at the venue, preparing for sound check. The boys were up on stage, waiting for their cues to start performing whilst I stood in the centre of the auditorium with Dunja, going over the boys’ schedule and also listening to the acoustics of the set.

Since coming on tour with the boys almost a year and a half ago, I’d started to warm up to Dunja. She was one of the only females on the band’s entourage so it was nice to have another woman there to talk to. We’d obviously hit it off quite well and she was there for me to talk to when I needed someone and vice versa, after all, she knew what it was like to date someone on the team; her a Tobi had been together for almost as long as Bill and I had.

As our friendship grew, I developed an interest in her P.R. work and she was kind enough to show me the ropes and stuff. Eventually I came to be a sort of apprentice to her, helping her out and running errands for her which made David Jost eternally happy; I was practically earning my keep and he didn’t have to hire another P.R. to manage the band’s busy schedule.

It was fun and it kept me busy during the long hours when Bill was busy with an interview, concert, sound check, meet and greet, anything band related which I couldn’t really be a part of. They tried to include me in a lot of things and many interviews even wanted me to be a part of them…two years and our relationship was still hot news unfortunately. Things had gotten even more awkward when that Tokio Hotel TV became a more regular show focusing on the boys’ life in general, not just their life in America.

The hate had finally died down. In the beginning, Bill actually feared for me life considering the amount of death threats I seemed to get. Girls I’d never even met hated me instantly and I lost a great deal of friends, both those who loved Bill and those who loved other members of the band when I couldn’t get them in with these members. It wasn’t my fault, I can’t dictate who the boys like and don’t like.

Still, after much hassle and shifting around, we fell into a nice, comfortable routine which ensured I spent as much time with Bill as possible whilst helping the band and keeping myself occupied.

This tour was going to be even better than the last though, as for half of the tour, Savannah would be with us. Her and Tom’s relationship had developed greatly and, now that she was that bit older, they were actually trying a tentative relationship much to the disappointment of hundreds of fans.

“Ok so, we need to arrange a hotel for everyone to stay in when we go to Switzerland,” Dunja said, bursting through my thoughts. “I was thinking the Ritz?”

“Remember, Bill hated it last time and continually complained about the people,” I reminded her. “I thought maybe the Hilton, it’s close to the venue and in a very central area of town. I emailed them and they said they could cut us a deal if we booked within the next two weeks.”

“Ok I’ll go online and check it out then confirm it with the band,” Dunja replied, writing something down on the clipboard she held. Somewhere in the auditorium, a man was yelling for Tom to step forward a bit and stand on the marker upon stage.

“Dunni, Tom wanted to request that when we book into the next hotel, he doesn’t have the room next to Bill,” I said, looking at my own clipboard and reading off the notes I had.

“Why?” Dunja questioned, eyebrow raised at me. “He used to request a room beside Bill’s specifically, what made him change his mind?”

I blushed and dropped my head before mumbling my reply. “He says too much noise comes from Bill’s room.”

“What was that?” Dunja asked, grinning at me.

“You heard!” I responded, giggling and nudging her gently.

“Ok, we’ll arrange that especially for Tom,” Dunja said. “Besides, I assume with this girl coming over, you and Bill will want to be away from Tom and his…activities.”

“If all goes as planned, you know it!” I responded. I was feeling much better now, the incident from that morning pushed far out of my mind.

A heavy guitar solo suddenly started up and Dunja and I turned towards the stage, watching as Tom’s fingers danced across the instrument, strumming the strings perfectly. Gustav joined in with a powerful drum beat which Georg added to, increase the power and intensity. Finally, Bill opened his mouth and began to sing.

The melody wrapped around us, blasting us with it’s power. No matter how many times I saw Tokio Hotel perform, every time I saw them, I was stunned by their intensity.

It amazed me how, sometimes, the music made me feel light-headed. That was what I thought was happening right there but it wasn’t.

I could hear Dunja calling my name from what sounded like miles away. The world around me went hazy before fading to black.

~BILL’S POV~

I knew something was wrong with Chloë the moment I woke up. She had thrown up, again and though she tried to adamantly say she was fine, I knew she wasn’t. all day she looked pale and drawn, tired but we were in such a rush to get everything done, I couldn’t do anything to help her, I barely had time to talk to her.

The moment I stepped up on stage and saw her, standing a few feet away with Dunja, unease quelled inside me. Something was about to happen; something bad. She joked and laughed with Dunja though I couldn’t actually hear what they were saying and, for a moment, she looked normal again.

Before I could worry more about her, sound check started and I launched into the first song, singing and bouncing around on stage, mapping out the concert roughly. The drums were too loud and the bass was too quiet but they would arrange that as sound check wore on.

Halfway through the first song I turned to look at Chloë; I always looked at her during this part of Monsoon, the part I had dedicated to her. The moment my eyes locked on her, my body froze as my mind went into overdrive.

She was white as a sheet and even from here I could see her swaying. Without warning, she collapsed. She just, crumbled and fell to the ground, like a marionette whose strings had been cut.

I dropped the microphone and leaped off the stage, racing towards her.

“Chloë!” I called, as I got closer. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was shallow. Dunja was on the phone, calling for an ambulance whilst checking her pulse. Behind me was Tom, holding onto my arm and pulling me back. He was talking but I couldn’t hear him. Everyone was talking, trying to talk to me but I couldn’t hear them, I couldn’t hear anything except the rapid thumping of my heart and the awful voice in my head saying “she’s going to die”

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That's right my duckies...chapter 2!!! Enjoy!!!! Please comment and let me know what you think! Thanks to everyone who commented before! Love you all!!!!

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When I woke up I was lying down on a rather comfortable bed surrounded by people looking at me owlishly.

I groaned and tried to sit up but Dunja pushed me back down. “Lie down.”

“W-what’s going on?” I asked, slightly nervous.

“Chloë,” Bill whispered from beside me. I turned my head slightly and looked into his hazel eyes which were red and puffy; he’d been crying. “You fainted. You’ve been unconscious for twenty minutes.”

“What?” I asked, surely there was a mistake.

“It’s true,” Dunja cut in. “We called the doctor and now that you’re awake they can start doing tests to make sure you’re ok.”

“Where am I?” I asked, looking around at the unfamiliar room.

“The hospital,” Bill replied. “We had to bring you here, there was nothing else to do.”

“What are you doing here, Bill! You have a concert to get to, you can’t disappoint your fans,” I exclaimed.

“I want to be here with you,” Bill said adamantly. “I was worried.”

Before I could respond, a man in a white lab coat came bustling into the room, a stethoscope wrapped around his neck. “I’m afraid I’m going to need everyone to clear out of the room while I conduct the tests.”

Most of the occupants in the room obliged, filing out into the hallway. Bill and Dunja refused to leave my side though.

“Guys, seriously, go, I’ll be fine,” I told them. I hated when people worried about me like that. “Bill you have to get back anyway; there’s the concert to think about.”

“Bill, she’s right,” Dunja spoke quietly. “Go back to the auditorium with the others and I’ll phone you the minute we know what’s wrong ok.”

Bill looked as though he was going to refuse. He dithered for a few moments before nodding silently in agreement. He bent down and pressed a soft, soothing kiss against my lips before heavily exiting the room followed by Dunja who informed me she’d wait right outside.

“Hey Chloë, I’m Dr. Ramesh,” the doctor said, stepping closer to me and pulling a wheelie table full of instruments along with him. “I’m just going to do a few tests, see what’s wrong. Bill told me you’ve been feeling naseous for a week now and you fainted today. Has anything else happened?”

“No,” I replied. “I’m fine really.”

“Yes well, I just want to make sure.” He checked my heart beat using the stethoscope and then checked my blood pressure. He took samples of blood and marked them ready to be taken down to the lab for analysis. I was poked and prodded by a number of different instruments before he spoke again.

“Are you sexually active?” he asked, shining a bright light in my eyes to check for pupil dilation.

I blushed before nodding quickly.

“hmm,” he responded, before putting his torch back down and asking me for a urine sample. At this point, I didn’t think things could get any more embarrassing then this! I handed him the cup back once done. “Just one more thing I’d like to do.”

Suddenly he placed three fingers on my abdomen just below my belly button and began to press down gently, prodding and poking around.

“Oh!” he suddenly exclaimed.

“oh?” I repeated. “What do you mean ‘oh’.”

“I can’t confirm anything yet,” he replied simple. “I’m going to take these samples down the lab and we’ll have a confirmed answer in about half an hour.”

He swept the samples up and quickly hurried out of the room leaving me alone to ponder my own thoughts. His return was a welcome relief though the look upon his face made me instantly wary once more.

“Well, we got your test results back,” he started, glancing at a clipboard he held within his grasp.

“And…” I pressed, I hated suspense; all I wanted him to do was tell me what the hell was wrong!

“Congratulations, you’re going to be a mother,” he replied, looking back up at me with a huge grin on his face.

I almost passed out again.

“Are you feeling ok?” the doctor asked, noticing how pale I went the moment he said that on sentence.

“Hmm…yeah, fine,” I mumbled. “Can I go now?”

“Sure, but I want you to go to a specialist clinic as soon as possible,” the doctor said, scribbling something on a sheet of paper. “You need tests and special treatment plus you’re probably due for a sonogram soon.”

“Uh…how far along am I?” I asked.

“I’d say, judging from the feeling, about two to four weeks,” he said, grinning at me. “Here, take this prescription, it will help with the morning sickness. You can pick it up from the pharmacy.”

He smiled at me once more before turning and exiting the room. I followed on shakey legs. The moment I got outside the room, Dunja was by my side.

“What did he say?” she asked anxiously.

“What’s the worst thing he could say to me?” I asked, looking up at her.

“Oh god, you’re dying aren’t you?” she replied, tears welling up in her brilliant blue eyes.

“What? Dunni, no, I’m not dying!” I replied, shaking my head. “Ok second worst thing that could happen to me!”

“They found a lump? You have cancer don’t you, that’s what this was about! That’s why he looked so worried,” she said, tears welling up once more.

“God, Dunni you’re awful at this guessing thing!” I exclaimed. “I’m not dying and I don’t have cancer, I’m pregnant!”

She suddenly burst into fits of laughter, doubling over with the force of them. Her laughter continued and it was really starting to annoy me.

“I’m glad you find this funny,” I exclaimed. “Because I don’t. Twenty years old and knocked up with a rockstar’s baby, just where I wanted to be!”

“Chlo, shut up,” she replied, overcoming her laughing fit. “I just spent the last few hours thinking you were dying and all that’s wrong with you is you’re pregnant. It’s a fucking relief let me tell you that. We have to go and tell Bill, he’ll be so happy.”

“No!” I shouted. “No, we don’t tell Bill. We keep this a secret and we book an abortion and we get rid of this thing. Bill never finds out.”

“What?” she asked, shocked. “Why would you do that? He has to know!”

“Dunni, if he finds out he’ll want me to keep the baby.”

“What’s wrong with that?” she asked. “I think you two would make great parents.”

“Yes we would but it would hurt Bill’s career!” I replied, shaking my head. “Bill would want to dedicate his entire time to his child and he can’t do that; he has to spend more time focusing on his fans, they’re more important. This band is more important than anything I could ever bring forward. And what about when the tabloids find out? They’ll have a field day saying I got pregnant on purpose, trying to keep Bill with me or ensure his money god and what will his mother say! How can we manage this, we’re both so young…”

I felt myself getting woozy once more as I panicked. I swayed on the spot and immediately felt Dunja’s hand holding me steady. “Chlo, relax, you’ll faint again. Look we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. For now, let’s get this prescription and go.”

I nodded and followed her out of the hospital building. We bundled up in her car and she began to drive us back to the venue where Tokio Hotel were performing.

“How did this happen anyway?” she asked as she drove. “I thought you and Bill were more careful than this.”

“We were, we are! But it was just one night and well, we didn’t have anything but oh god we just were so, I dunno!” I stuttered, unable to put my thoughts into coherent sentences.

“I thought you were on the pill,” Dunja responded.

“I am!” I exclaimed. “That’s the most fucked up part, I’m on the pill and I’m still knocked up. 0.01% chance of it happening and it has to happen to me!”

We continued in silence, Dunja concentrating upon the road as my mind drifted back to that one night not more than three weeks ago.

NOTE: I will NOT be posting the sex scene here. if you want to read it, here's the direct link to that scene which is posted on another site http://ravyn-k.livejournal.com/3187.html If you do read it, leave me a comment please. You don't have to have a livejournal account to leave comments on there, I accept anonymous comments as well. Also, look at the picture that accomodates the post...doesn't Bill look like he's dreaming about the scene?!

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We arrived back at the venue just as Tokio Hotel were going on stage. It was perfect; I would have an hour before I had to talk to Bill so plenty of time to plan things.

I hurried over to the dressing room they had, dragging Dunja behind me and shutting the door discretely.

“What am I going to do?” I asked, looking at her frantically. I plopped down into an empty chair; I was exhausted.

“What do you mean?” she asked. “You’re going to wait until he comes off stage then tell him you’re pregnant and watch as his little face lights up at the news.”

“Didn’t you hear a word I said back at the hospital?” I said. “I can’t tell him, Dunja, it will ruin his career. If two normal twenty year olds having a child is difficult, imagine if me and Bill, an international rockstar, were to have a child. It would never get a decent upbringing, we’d never have time for it or Bill’s career would be destroyed because of it.”

“But don’t you think that’s his decision to make?” she said. “don’t you think he should at least know about his unborn child before you decide to kill it?”

“But if he knows, he’ll want me to keep it, and then we’re back to square fucking one,” I said exasperatedly.

“Fucking is what got you into this mess,” Dunja grinned, laughing at me.

“Dunja!” I sighed. “This is serious. I need to get rid of this blob before it ruins Bill’s life.”

“I will not support the idea of an abortion, Chlo,” Dunja said firmly. “Not until Bill knows about the baby. If he agrees you should go through with it, then fine, I’ll book you one with the best clinic in all of Europe, but until then, you’re going to keep that baby!”

Her harsh tone brought tears to my eyes. All week I’d be extremely hormonal; the moment someone rose their voice or something remotely sad occurred, I was instantly in tears. It was driving me crazy!

“Hey, don’t cry,” she whispered, her voice low and soothing. “I just want what’s best for you and for Bill. How do you think he’d feel if he found out he had a child, but you got rid of it before talking to him? I don’t think he’d be happy. And no matter what you say, it’s not going to ruin his career. You have all of us here to help you with the child no matter what. None of us want to see either you or Bill hurt or in pain, so we‘ll be there to help when we‘re needed.”

“What if he rejects me?” I asked quietly, tears welling up in my eyes. “What if he turns round and breaks up with me or denies the child? I can’t lose him, Dunja, and what if this child causes me to.”

She sighed and grasped my hand. “Do you honestly think Bill would do that? You know him better than most; do you honestly think he’d leave you after two years together, just because you’re pregnant? Bill isn’t like that, you know he isn’t, he’ll be ecstatic.”

I’m not sure why, but for some reason I believed her. She sounded so convincing, as though what she was saying was the definite truth. I believed her when she said he would be happy. “Ok, I’ll tell him.”

Dunja squealed gleefully before wrapping her arms around me and pulling me into a tight hug. “Oh Chlo, thank god!! I’m so happy for you!”

I fell into the embrace, needing some comfort at that moment.

“Can you believe it!” she said happily. “you’re pregnant, there’s a little Bill inside of you.”

That was when it truly hit me. I was pregnant; there was a life growing inside me that was half of Bill and half of me. I felt light headed but I knew I wasn’t going to faint. “Oh,” I breathed.

We sat there together, Dunja rambling on about babies as I sat mostly in shock. I had no idea what I was going to say to Bill when he eventually returned nor how he would take it but I knew he would be happy…I hoped.

Finally, the concert ended and Dunja and I could hear the quartet thundering down the hallway towards their dressing room where refreshments awaited them. My heart was in my throat as the door swung open, revealing four sweaty, exhausted boys, glowing from another amazing show.

“Chlo!” Bill exclaimed his eyes landing upon me. He rushed over and sat down beside me, pulling me into a rough hug. “How are you, what was wrong?”

“Um…Bill, we need to talk,” I said, looking over at Dunja quickly before looking back to Bill. “In private.”

Bill looked at me, confusion written across his face but he followed me out into the hallway anyway. “What’s wrong?” he asked, looking at me nervously.

“Um…ok, so the doctor found out why I fainted,” I began; I wasn’t sure how to break the news to him.

“And…?” he pressed. “Chlo, please just tell me, you’re making me worry!”

“Bill, I’m pregnant,” I blurted out. I watched as his eyes went wide in shock.

“Wha-wh-how?!” he exclaimed, his voice rising in pitch with shock.

“What do you mean ‘how’, you took biology at school didn’t you?” I replied, quirking my eyebrow at him sarcastically.

“Yes, I just…I thought you were on the pill!” he exclaimed. “And we’ve always been careful!”

“I know, Bill, but the pill is only 99.9% effective and of course we just had to fall into the 0.01% bracket,” I replied, sighing. “I was just as shocked as you.”

We stood in silence for a while, just looking at one another. Finally, Bill pulled me into a hug. “I love you, I do.” he whispered.

“I love you too,” I replied, my voice shaking slightly as I was on the edge of tears, again.

I felt him grin against me. “We’re having a baby, can you believe it?”

“You want me to have the baby?” I asked, slightly shocked.

“Of course I do!” he replied. “It’s part of you, and anything that is part of you means the world to me. Me and you, joined in one little person. There’s a person inside you, Chlo.”

“Don’t remind me,” I sighed. “And that little person is just going to get bigger and bigger before exploding out of me. Oh I’m going to be huge!”

“You’ll still be beautiful to me,” he said, happily. “We’re going to have a baby, we’re going to start a family!”

“Yes, a family,” I replied, grinning at him. He held me tight and squealed happily. I was glad I had told him; cuddled up in his embrace, feeling the warmth from him, I felt myself glowing; it was just me, Bill and our little blob of cells growing inside of me.

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Awwwwwwwwwwwwww......Bill Junior!!

We walked back into the dressing room and were met with three pairs of curious, worried eyes and one pair sparkling with happiness.

“What happened?” Tom asked. His voice sounded strained, worried; I wasn’t surprised though, I probably looked terrified and Bill was beaming, we must’ve looked strange.

“Nothing much…Uncle Tom,” Bill replied, grinning at Tom whilst grasping my hand tightly.

“Wait…what?” Tom asked, looking at us curiously.

“You mean you’re-” Gustav started, eyes wide. “You’re pregnant?!”

I nodded as Bill squealed happily. “We’re having a baby!” He clapped his hands gleefully.

The three boys remained in a state of shock for some moments. Dunja stood up and came bounding over towards us. She pulled us both into a tight hug. “I knew you’d be happy,” she squealed as she hugged us, her voice cracking slightly.

“Dunja, are you crying?!” I accused; she never cried!

“No,” she replied, sniffling slightly. “It’s just, you guys are having a baby!”

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll have yours soon,” I replied, winking at her. She slapped my arm playfully. “Hey, be gentle! Pregnant over here!”

“Wow,” Tom suddenly breathed, breaking the silence which had descended over him, Georg and Gustav.

“You’re actually pregnant?” Georg asked, eyes wide in shock. “How did that happen?”

Gustav thumped him on the arm.

“What these two idiots are trying to say is congratulations,” Gustav said, rolling his eyes at his inebriated band mates. “It’s a bit of shock.”

“Oh don’t worry, you aren’t the only ones who are shocked!” I replied. “I wasn’t expecting this either.”

“But you’re happy, right?” Gustav asked, watching the two skeptically.

“Yeah, I am, now,” I replied, smiling at Bill.

“I’m going to be a father!” Bill exclaimed. “There’ll be a little me!”

“Oh that’s the last thing we need,” Tom joked, smiling at his brother. “Another little drag queen boy running around in make up, getting piercings and tattoos.”

“It could be a girl, you know,” I replied, grinning slightly. It was a strange thought that in about nine months there would be a little person traveling with us.

“As long as it’s healthy, it doesn’t matter,” Gustav added.

“He’s right,” I replied. “So long as it’s healthy I don’t care.”

“Wow, so you’re going to get pretty huge,” Tom said after a few moments of silence.

“Thanks Tom…you’re so sensitive!” I replied, rolling my eyes at him. “But yes, I’ll get pretty huge.”

“That doesn’t matter, you’ll still be beautiful to me,” Bill grinned, pulling me close.

“How far along are you?” Gustav asked, he was always more logical and sensible than the others, asking the more serious questions first.

“I haven’t had proper tests done yet but the doctor reckons from my hormone levels and how my stomach feels, between two and four weeks,” I replied. “Not too far yet.”

A huge grin suddenly spread across Tom’s face and his eyes sparkled with mirth. He raised an eyebrow at Bill before chuckling.

“What?” Bill asked curiously.

“Weren’t we in Paris about three weeks ago?” Tom asked, grinning at his brother. “You know, for that huge concert with the uh…amazing…after party?”

Bill deadpanned. “What are you talking about?”

“You know, we were in that huge venue with the amazing backrooms?” Tom pressed, waggling his eyebrows suggestively. “You enjoyed exploring them.”

Georg suddenly burst out laughing. “Oh I know which venue you mean. It had that one room that no-one had been in in about a hundred years.”

“Well a few people went in there,” Tom smirked.

“Yeah, that girl was fucking hot,” Georg mused. “Can’t remember her name but she was gorgeous. That room sure did have a good purpose then!”

“You weren’t the only one to think so!” Tom replied.

“What?” Georg asked, curiosity piqued.

“You weren’t the only one to get some action in that room,” Tom explained.

“Dude! I didn’t know you had a groupie that night!” Georg exclaimed. “I thought you were all mooning over Savannah and shit.”

“Not me, dumbfuck!” Tom rolled his eyes.

“Who then?”

Tom slapped his forehead. “Ok let me explain this to you slowly. So, Chloë’s pregnant, about three weeks pregnant, you with me so far?”

Georg nodded dumbly.

“Ok well, three weeks ago we were there, with that room that no one used,” Tom said slowly. “And they disappeared for like, an hour!”

“So….oh!” Georg suddenly exclaimed, the penny finally dropping. “Bill! You horndog! I never thought you‘d do something like that!”

Bill blushed a brilliant crimson colour and looked down, avoiding eye contact, though he had a silly grin plastered across his face.

“You never told me about that!” Dunja accused, pointing a finger at me. “I thought you told me everything!”

“Um…well almost everything,” I blushed. “I didn’t think you’d want all the dirty details.”

“I tell you all the dirty details!” she protested.

“I know,” I responded, smiling. “Ok I tell you what, I’ll tell you everything later ok.”

“Ok back on track people,” Tom suddenly called out, silencing everyone. “Now, I’m happy for you guys but…are you really keeping it?”

“Yes of course!” Bill exclaimed. “We’d never get rid of our baby!”

“Well then there are some problems,” Tom replied.

“He’s right, Bill,” I agreed. “We have so many things to sort out.”

“Then let’s get sorting,” he shrugged.

“Well, for a start…don’t you have management to tell this news to?” I asked. “I don’t think they’ll be too pleased to find out another person is being added to the traveling circus!”

“They’ll have to deal with it,” Bill shrugged. “Next problem?”

“Ok how about the fact that you’re just out of your teens, as a supposed role model, getting your girlfriend knocked up doesn’t exactly scream ‘role model’.” I said. “plus how are you going to break this to the fans and the press, not to mention your parents.”

“No use worrying about that now,” Bill said. “We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it. Besides, we’ve been together two years; it’s not like we slept together once and it just happened!”

“I think the number one problem which has to be sorted at the moment is getting you to a doctor,” Dunja cut in, silencing us. “We need to make sure you’re both healthy.”

“Dunni, can you sort that?” Bill asked, looking at her with pleading eyes. “Find the best doctor. This has to be discrete though, I don’t want people sticking their noses in.”

Dunja nodded. “I’ll sort it out now ok, perhaps you should go talk to Jost.”

Bill gripped my hand and nodded. We left the room, leaving the four to talk as we walked down the corridor to possible doom.

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Thanks to everyone who commented before, please comment and let me know what you think, I know nothing major happened in this chapter but it was mainly filler xD

BRILLIANT!!

more more
oh ja and chlo?

WRITE THE NEXT CHAP NOW!!!!!!!!!!!lol







holy crap i am gonna die!!!! *faints*

more pleaaaaaaaaase.. im like at my knees, begging, morrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee biiitttttttttttttttttttttteeeeeeee!! how cute a lil Bill!!!!!!!

Lol ... ''possible doom''! Its like they're in an adventure/horror movie!!

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I wanna se what happens to Bill and Chloe! More!!

Just for sav cos she kept buggin me xD! Thanks for the comments guys! Love y'all!

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Breaking the news to Jost was hard. He thought we were joking at first. When it finally sunk in we were telling the truth, he almost had a heart attack I think. He went as white as a sheet and practically fell back into his seat. Once over the initial shock, he proceeded to have a fit.

“How could you be so stupid, Bill!” he exclaimed angrily. “I expected this from Tom but not from you! I thought you had more sense than this! Are you trying to destroy your career?”

It took twenty minutes to calm him down and it took a number of threats from Bill along the way but eventually he was calm. Discussing the situation with him made things seem less scary. We had him behind us, after we adamantly said we were keeping the child. Immediately he was all business as usual, eagerly arranging things and thinking up ways to keep everything as normal as possible for as long as possible.

When we eventually left him alone, he was already on the phone to Universal, ready to break the news to them.

The next few days were a whirlwind of activity. There was another concert in the city we were in before we had to drive over to Switzerland and prepare for another big concert. By the time we’d reached Switzerland, my morning sickness had passed but my hormones were in overdrive, causing me to burst into tears one moment and be extremely angry the next. Not to mention the fact that we had so many people to tell about my pregnancy still and it was driving me crazy.

We’d decided that the best way to tell the public would be to announce it on Tokio Hotel TV. A recent survey done by one of the P.R. managers revealed most fans went to the youtube channel for updates and news about the band therefore, revealing it through there would mean it would reach the majority of the fans quickly and simply. They were doing an entire episode dedicated to just that. That was another thing we would have to do once e reached Switzerland and had a chance to just stop.

We reached the venue a few hours in advance, which gave us the chance to just sit down and relax for a few moments. Of course, when you live with Tokio Hotel, relaxing is impossible. They decided that now would be a good time to film the new episode, but not before they had a surprise for me!

“What is it?” I asked, not that I really cared; it was probably same lame gimmick or something they wanted me to wear. They’d been doing that a lot in the past, why not use this as well!

“Not what, who,” Bill said mysteriously. He pecked me on the cheek before heading over to the main door. He flung it open and dragged whoever was outside into the room. I gasped as my eyes landed upon the dark haired girl who stood beside him.

“Sav!” I cried out happily, scurrying across the room and engulfing her in a hug.

“Hey, how are you?!” she asked, excitedly.

“Pregnant, you?” I replied, grinning at her. Her eyes widened in shock.

“You’re pregnant?” she gasped. I nodded in response. “Why didn’t you tell me?!”

“I figured I may as well wait till we met up in Berlin, after all, it was only like three weeks away,” I shrugged. “What are you doing here earlier anyway?”

“Bill called and said I needed to come over as soon as possible, something was up,” she said, still in shock. “I never imagined it would be because you’re pregnant!”

I shrugged in response. “I’m glad you’re here though! It’s been ages since I last saw you!”

“I know, Christmas time when you guys came over for a holiday,” she said, grinning at me.

“Yeah, did Hayley ever get over the shock of seeing Tokio Hotel?” I asked eagerly, smiling as I remembered the look upon her face.

“Barely!” Sav grinned. “She says hi, by the way, they all do.”

“Ugh I wish I could see them all!” I whined. “I miss everyone! Don’t get me wrong, I love being here with Bill and the rest but I guess I just miss the others! Oh I have so much to tell you! Especially stuff about Meagan, you‘re going to die with laughter at the silly cow!”

“Sorry to interrupt you two,” the cameraman said, stepping up towards us. “But we’d like to shoot the segment for TH TV, if you don’t mind.”

I nodded in response. “Ok, Sav I’ll speak to you in a bit. Just gotta do this first.”

I headed over to the sofa where Bill sat, sitting down beside him and curling up, enjoying his warmth.

“So, you know what you want to say?” the cameraman asked, as he prepared the equipment.

“Yup, the truth,” Bill replied briefly. “The fans deserve to know; I’ll always be honest with them.”

I smiled at him. That was what I always loved about Bill, he was so caring and considerate towards his fans. He wanted to keep them happy and informed, he truly valued them and their continued support for the band.

“Ok, whenever you’re ready,” the cameraman said before training the camera upon them.

“Hey guys,” Bill started, smiling brilliantly into the camera whilst wrapping his arm around my should. “We’re in Switzerland right now, relaxing before the concert tonight which we’re all really excited about. For once I convinced Chloë to be in the shot!”

I grinned at him, smirking as he teased me slightly. “Don’t get used to it. I’m only here for now, it’s TH TV after all, nobody wants to see me.”

He grinned and as I smiled broadly. “She’s here for a reason though. We have something to tell the fans; something very important. So, last week we found out Chloë’s pregnant with my child.” he paused for dramatic effect. “I wanted to let all the fans know personally. We are keeping the child but don’t worry, this will not interfere with Tokio Hotel as the band is very much a big part of me, just as Chloë and our unborn child are. I hope you will all support us through this.”

“And cut,” the cameraman said before shutting the camera off. “Great, now we’ll get a few interviews with the other members of the band, asking them what they think about the pregnancy and stuff then we can air this episode.

He moved on over to where Tom stood, leaning against the wall casually talking to Georg. He flipped the camera on once more. As he interviewed Georg and Tom, I made my way back over to Sav.

“So you guys are keeping the baby then?” she asked as I stood before her.

“Yes, we’re keeping it,” I replied.

Before I could continue, Dunja came trotting over. “hi Sav!” she exclaimed, enveloping Sav in a brief hug. They’d met last summer briefly and obviously Dunni had heard a lot about her from me. “Great to see you again, hope you enjoy touring with us.”

“Thanks!” Sav exclaimed.

“Anyway, Chlo, I booked you an appointment with a specialist doctor in Geneva for tomorrow at three,” Dunja said, turning towards me.

“Thanks Dunni,” I said. “You’ll come with, right?”

“Of course,” she replied. “I thought you’d want to take Sav though?”

“Duh, you’re both coming!” I exclaimed, rolling my eyes. “I need my support system there. And hell, if Bill can come in, he’ll be there as well.”

“What? I heard my name!” Bill said, joining our group. He’d been listening to Georg, Tom and Gustav talking but they’d bored him.

“Just saying I have a doctor’s appointment tomorrow, you’re coming, right?” I asked as I grabbed his hand an squeezed.

“Of course, I want to make sure you’re healthy!” he exclaimed. “Listen I have to go to sound check. I’ll speak to you later k.”

He kissed me briefly before walking out on stage, ready for his part of sound check. The rest went out for sound check leaving me, Sav and Dunja to talk, predominantly about babies.

The boys returned an hour later, sound check done. Immediately Bill came over and sat beside me, pulling me close. Tom followed, plopping down beside Sav and kissed her quickly.

“Hey Sav,” he said, as he pulled away. He spoke in English for once as Sav‘s German wasn‘t that good yet. “Sorry I didn’t say hello before, but I was doing the Tokio Hotel TV. How are you?”

“ok,” she replied in German. It appeared her German had improved since we last saw her, she must have been taking lessons. “Shocked I guess! You?”

“I’m ok,” he shrugged. “It’s nice to see you again.”

“You too,” she responded, smiling flirtatiously at him. “It was great seeing you last Christmas…I missed you when you left.”

“Mmm, I know how you feel,” he responded, in full flirt mode. “But now you are here, for the whole summer.”

They continued to flirt obtrusively as we sat around and squirmed. Finally, the concert approached and the boys went out on stage.

“Sav, did something happen between you and Tom last Christmas?” I asked. She hadn’t mentioned anything but the way they were acting…

“Well,” she blushed profusely. “Almost.”

I squealed. “DETAILS!”

She blushed before launching into a tale of her and Tom on New Year’s Eve which entailed a great deal of kissing and perhaps ‘something else’…not that she would tell me what! By the end, I was grinning happily and so was she.

“I knew it!” I exclaimed as we burst into giggles. “Ah…so this is the summer of love!”

“apparently, if you’re anything to go by!” Sav responded.

“Oh shut up!” I replied, slapping her on the shoulder.

We giggled and continued to chat through the evening, eventually being joined by the boys. Although I was relaxed and happy, I wondered how long this would last, after all, a baby would certainly makes things less relaxed.