Tokio Hotel Fanfic Chapter 4

  Days had past, yet the images had stayed the same. Bill. Always Bill. My memories from after the concert played over and over again, like a film stuck on a loop. The way he looked at me…that was no ordinary look. Not a look he’d give any old fan. No, there was emotion in his eyes, almost sadness.

   I pressed my hands against my head, trying to makes sense of the situation inside my brain.

  He definitely looked at me…but did he actually wink? And what did he mean with his hand? What does everything mean?

   I sat down. My coffee sat on the side, untouched. I picked it up, raising the cup to my lips.

   Maybe he wants to see me again. Maybe, we were destined to meet! I have to see him again!

   I jumped up with excitement at the thoughts that filled my mind. I felt something warm splash down my top. That was the end of the coffee…

  
It was late at night. I felt restless. Bill would not escape my mind. I needed to see him again, and talk to him this time. My mind was telling me to book more tickets, but I was running out of money and I was still exhausted from the previous concert. I longed for the music, the dancing, and the band. And Bill’s voice. His sweet, gentle voice. Just being in his presence was…immense.  Like nothing I’d ever experienced before. And I knew that sitting here doing nothing wasn’t going to get me back to the heaven that I yearned for. I had to do something. Money didn’t matter anymore. Bill did.

  I walked downstairs, the darkness shrouding my view. Turning on a light, I sat down at the computer, and searched back onto the ticket site I’d visited previously. Germany was next. The home of Bill Kaulitz. The place I was going next.

   I knew this was getting out of control, but I needed to see them again. All my money was going on Tokio Hotel, but it didn’t matter – I’d meet them eventually. Now I had only four days to wait until I was in Germany, amongst the screaming fans, ready for another night of Tokio Hotel heaven.


   The plane journey was tiring. 5am was too early for me to be travelling. Way too early. The plane was packed; the airport was right near the venue and I saw a couple of Tokio Hotel fans. I knew the band were arriving in Germany today as well, but they weren’t on this plane. I wondered whether I would see them at the airport.

   I was too tired to think however. I laid back and closed my eyes, waiting for the moment the plane touched the ground.


   I woke up, and got off the plane. It was sunny, and I felt great. I looked at my surroundings, and proceeded into the building. It was good to finally stretch my legs. I strode through the airport, full of life. And then I saw a familiar haircut in the distance. Bill! Was it really him?

  I tore past countless strangers, suitcase dragging behind me. I needed to catch up with him…I was only several metres away…

  And then he turned round, to face me. He grinned, his eyes sparkling.

  “Hana!” he beckoned me over. How did he know my name? I was too transfixed on him to ask.

  “BilL! How are you?” I felt strangely confident.

  “Gut, danke,’ he replied. “I have something to show you.” He talked like he’d known me for ages.

  He started walking away, and I followed closely behind. He proceeded up a staircase which I hadn’t noticed until now.

  We reached the top. It was a lot higher than it should have been.

  “…Isn’t it beautiful?” Bill gestured towards the tall grass below, and the sunset on the horizon. I didn’t remember it being that late. Time sure seemed to fly in Germany.

   I looked at Bill as he grinned wildly. He had something in his jeans pocket, which looked like a small box.

   This was just too weird. Amazing, but…weird. It didn’t seem right. Bill started to step backwards. “Come closer.”

   We were now standing at the edge of the roof. We both looked down at the grass below. Bill looked so…happy.

  Suddenly he stood upright. His smile faded, and he looked at me with empty eyes.

  “Dann spring ich für Dich.”

  I didn’t understand. I gave him a confused look. “What do you mean?|”

  He recoiled. His empty expression turned to surprise. And then he jumped. Backwards.

   “Bill! NO!”

  He was falling. I was crying, screaming.

  “No! Bill! Come back! No…”


  “Calm down! Are you okay? Please, listen…”

   I sat up immediately. I was shivering, and my breathing was irregular. Tears were streaming down my face.

   “He’s gone. HE’S GONE! It’s all my fault! I’ve lost him! No…bring him back…”

  “It’s alright, just calm down…I’ll get someone to bring some water. Excuse me, could we have some water over here?”

  A crowd had gathered round me. I looked to my left. Clouds. Where was I?

   A girl handed me a glass of water. I was still finding it hard to breathe, and my whole body was shaking. I went to take the glass, but my hand wouldn’t move.

  “Maybe I’ll give this to you later…”

  My pulse was racing. What was going on? Was Bill okay?

  “Now listen to me. You’re okay. It was just a dream. You need to calm down. We’re nearly in Germany now. Just sit back and relax, okay?”

  I couldn’t. That was too real to be a dream.