current story - {{into the night for you}} - Bill Kaulitz

All that had happened in the those three days that I had spent on the boat were the most important I have ever experienced in my lifetime. They saved my life from continuing as how it was and it brought me to Bill. It made me realise that nothing is more important than protecting the people you love, and keeping them alive, cause they are all you need in this world.

That was five years ago. Bill and I have been through a lot together since then, including almost getting caught when we went to buy a house together and realising at the last minute that the real estate agent was in fact the dumb sergeant from the boat, who had dragged me all along the corridor towards that small white room. His name turned out to be Ryan Doyle, and he appeared to have put on a few extra kilos since we saw him last. We managed to get away at last without him recognising who we actually were, which was extremely lucky for us. But we ended up getting an apartment instead. Bill’s brother Tom actually moved back to Germany when we arrived so it has been only him and I. Two and a half years into our relationship we got married. Bill proposed on the night of our two year anniversary.

I lay sprawled out across the park beach overlooking the ocean, the ocean where I first met Bill. The sun was setting and the tide was out and the water was flat. I was comfortable and relaxed and there was no one else around. I was waiting for Bill to come down after he went back to get something.

I closed my eyes for a second, before opening them to find Bill's face looking down at mine from above. I smiled as he leaned in for a quick kiss.

“What did you need to go back to get?” I asked, still cupping his face gently in my hands and looking up at him.

“I forgot my lighter.” he answered, pulling away from me slowly and standing up straight.

“Oh.” He grabbed my hands and pulled me off the bench so I fell onto the grass.

“Bob!” I screeched dramatically. He giggled and starting running towards the sand on the beach.

“Are you coming or what?” he yelled back. I got up, dusted the grass off my arse and chased after him.

It wasn’t long before I caught up to him. He was a slow runner because he had hardly any wind from all the smoking. I tackled him and we both collapsed on the sand in a heap.

As soon as he regained his breath and composure he said, “You know, I could beat you if I really wanted to. I let you catch me cause I know you‘ll get in a huff if I beat you at anything.” I raised my eyebrows.

“For your information I am perfectly capable of catching no matter how hard you try. It’s those damn cigarettes that do it to you. I don’t know why you crave them so much.” he shrugged slightly before I continued. “But face it, you’d never beat me anyway with those skinny legs of yours.” his mouth fell open in shock. I laughed and pushed the elbow he was leaning on to stay up. He slipped and fell down face first into the sand, which only made me laugh even more.

“That wasn’t nice.” he said, spluttering. I remained smiling but pulled him back up and wiped away the sand on his face, being careful not to scratch his beautiful pale skin.

“I’m sowwy. Will Billy ever forgive me?” I said, pinching his cheek teasingly. He shook his head and turned away.

“Come on, I was only messing around. I love you.” I pouted when he ignored me still. Hmm..

An idea sprang to mind, making me giggle silently. I put an index finger next to each of his sides and poked him. He jumped in fright before turning around and starting to tickle me.

“Ahhhhhhh!!!” I screamed loudly. “Stop bloody tickling me you moron!” He stopped and hugged me tight.

“Did that hurt?” he asked. I shook my head. “Good.” he said. “I don’t want you to get hurt.” Then he whispered, “I want you to be mine forever.” I looked at him, happiness trickling through my veins as I peered into his clear blue eyes.

“I love you.” I whispered.

“I love you too. And I want to ask you something.” I nodded and watched as he pulled out a small black velvet box from his jacket pocket. My eyes widened as he opened it and whispered, “Be my wife?”

I simply nodded again. I was at a complete loss for words as he slipped the most gorgeous ring I had ever seen onto my finger. We kissed lovingly on the sand until the sun had disappeared into the sea.

Our wedding day was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Everything was black and White. Black and White balloons, cake, streamers, roses, everything. Bill looked fantastic in his black Tux and White tie. My dress was complete silk and gorgeous. It was completely White except for the Black lining around the neckline, sleeves and hem. We were the only ones there, apart from the priest, and that was how we liked it. Nothing went wrong and the day was perfect.

We have only ever really had one fight. I can’t even remember how it was like it was, but I was terrified. Terrified that I was going to lose the only person I loved.

"Why are you always doing this?" I screamed at Bill, after he had come home pissed for the fourth night this week.

He didn't answer and continued making his way into our room.

"You're gonna kill yourself one day you know. Don't you have any respect for my rights to feel safe and secure around you?" I said angrily as he pulled off his shirt and collapsed on the bed.

"Don't you have any respect for my rights to get pissed if I want to." he retorted. I huffed and stormed out of the room.

I was worried about him. That was the only reason I didn’t like him doing this all the time, because something bad could always happen, and I could lose him. I sat at the bench for a while, coffee in hand, thinking over what I should do. It was all too confusing. I had put up with this drinking and going out for ages and never said anything. Maybe I should have, as it gradually got worse and worse. I sighed, finishing my drink and walking back into the bedroom.

Bill was passed out on the mattress, asleep. I knew he wouldn’t wake up if I hit him around the head with a chair, but I still tried to be quiet. I got into bed and crawled over next to him, wrapping my arms around his middle. He shifted slightly without waking up. I kissed him on the cheek and he murmured. So he wasn’t really as fast asleep as I had originally thought.

“Do you still love me?” I heard him whisper.

“Yes of course I do. It’s just that you worry me, and every time you go out there’s the chance that something bad might happen and I might lose you.” I explained. He groaned.

“It’s hard to stop.” he said. I squeezed him tighter.

“How about therapy or something?” I asked. He sighed and shrugged his shoulders slightly.

“I don’t really know..”

“Please Bill, do it for me.” I pleaded.

“Fine. I’ll try it.” he said. I smiled.

“Thank you.”

There was a pause and we lay there just cuddling before he whispered,

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

You might be wondering how that was a fight, but for Bill and I it was the biggest we had ever had.

Anyway, in the end Bill went to a clinic and got help. To this day he hasn’t touched another drink, and I’ve got to say I’m really proud of him. He’s tried so hard and he’s done it.

Even after everything, every distraction, every obstacle, Bill and I have remained the same. Our love for each other has never died and I doubt it ever will. As he looks at me from across the room, that smile creeping onto his face, I know that nothing else matters. Age, bringing up, appearance, none of it matters. All that matters is that two people who love each other as much as life itself can be together, no matter what.