[Bill Kaulitz] After The Sun Goes Down [Three Shot Part One For Syafiqah]

“Moopsie,” Bill cackled. He didn’t feel the pain from his fall.

A loud shrieking sound came from his pocket and Bill looked around widely frightened out of his mind, “Who there?”

After a few seconds he felt a vibration along with the shrieking and Bill fumbled to get this phone out of his pocket, he answered it without bothering to check the caller display, he couldn’t give a fuck, “Ollo?”

“Jesus, Bill,” Tom’s frantic voice sounded through the phone, “I’ve been trying to contact you for two hours.”

Bill rolled his eyes, “Mind you bezznuss.”

Tom knew his younger brother was drunk, but asked anyway, “Are you drunk?”

Bill snorted, “Mind yo bezznuss bother.”

“Fick das,” Tom cursed, “Why’d the fuck did you go out alone? You should have taken a bo—”

Bill hung up the phone, cutting Tom in mid-rant, and bought the phone up to his face, squinting at it he clattered, “W-why you m-m-make me d-double?”

Bill’s body started trembling in the cold snowy December night; he was poorly dressed, he didn’t even have a coat on. He left the hotel without taking one. He was that desperate for a way out. Alcohol, that was his new vice, for the past month straight. Getting pissed until he passed out.

It was getting harder and harder for him to keep it secret from everyone around him, especially Tom. When he woke up every morning he felt at peace, okay, for the time being, but once that sun disappeared he let loose.

The bright light at the corner of the street entered Bill’s blurry vision and he staggered to it; when he got to the door he read out loud to himself, “Two f-four owl Bistro.”

He pushed on the door and it didn’t budge, Bill kicked at the door and then he saw the handle, he pulled on it and the door opened nicely. He laughed stupidly and walked inside. Instead of going to the counter he precariously walked to the darkest area of the coffee shop and flopped himself down on the chair.

“M-make mir b-back coffee,” Bill slurred.

He rubbed at his eyes to trying to block out the offending light burning his red eyes. He groaned when he found his attempts useless. He dropped his hands on the table and squinted at the black on his fingers and laughed. He couldn’t even comprehend why his hands were black.

* * *

The girl behind the counter was speechless; she didn’t know whether to call the police or to take this event as a blessing. From all the three years of knowing about the band Tokio Hotel, not once did she see them in concert. Never had she thought in her wildest dreams that she would ever meet one of the boys, the men that they are now.

Of all things, there was the Bill Kaulitz she was over obsessed with; she should have been happy, well she was no joke about that. Yet, she didn’t think she’d meet him in this kind of situation, with him looking absolutely drunk.

“It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure that out,” She mumbled to herself her eyes on the only other person in the shop.

If there were other customers in the shop she would have had to kick him out for slurring loudly to himself in German. She couldn’t help, but to wonder why Bill was so drunk out of his mind.

She groaned when she saw him open the sugar glass container; she hoped he wouldn’t do anything stupid, but with drunk people, stupid was involved. She grimaced when he poured out all of the sugar on the floor.

“And I just refilled the sugar too!”

She turned and walked to the closet to grab a dustpan and broom; she turned and halted, feeling her heart start to pound in anticipation, “Please don’t let him be a violent drunk!”

She gulped and made her way over to him. To her honest shock Bill looked like he just came through a verbal fight to which he had lost. She placed the dustpan on the ground ignoring the intense stare Bill was sending her. She started sweeping the sugar into one pile and felt a shudder run through her when he grabbed onto her wrist tightly.

“Please let go,” She hissed through clenched teeth.

“Nein,” Bill commanded, “Leave chugar on floor, bring all chugar for floor.”

He hiccupped and she gave him a look of disgust, “I have to clean this mess up.”

“No, you have listen to me!” Bill yelled.

The seventeen year old girl felt her patience run thin; she didn’t want to have an argument at two in the morning with a drunken Rockstar. It was her fourth day of work, and she was tired; her shift started at eleven the previous day. She couldn’t wait to go home at sleep at seven in the morning.

She only started working her second job to earn more money so that she could fulfill her dream of going on a long travel around the world. Her parents didn’t want her do to something like that so they kicked her out for thinking about it. In her mind she didn’t care, no one was going to stop her from doing this.

She was broken out of her thoughts when she felt Bill’s nails digging into her wrist; she hissed in sudden pain and pulled to get out of his abnormally strong grip, for a drunk.

“Sir, you are hurting me,” She stated in fake politeness, “Let me clean this up and I’ll be out of your way.”

Bill let go of her wrist and shook his head, “You have to listen me.”

“Why on earth should I listen to you?” She stated placing her finally free left hand on her hip, “You’re not my boss.”

“Because I’m Bill Kaulitz,” Bill stated simply, as if that made everything okay.

The girl let out a gasp and felt her right arm move on its own accord and she saw her hand slap Bill across the face. Within seconds of impact Bill was thrown out of his chair and he went down hard. She didn't smack him hard, but since he was drunk he was unsteady and weak.

She let out a yelp and covered her mouth with her hand, “Did I kill him?”

She was frozen in fear. He wasn’t standing up. He wasn’t moving. She felt her heart beat fast in her chest, and her ears started ringing. The sound of the broom falling from its spot against the wall made her jump a foot in the air.

She suddenly felt nauseous and ran her way to the staff washroom. She went to the sink to vomit, but nothing came out. She held onto the edge of the sink with all the power she had in her. She breathed deep and let it out slowly shuddering.

She untied her hair, running her fingers hard against her scalp, and fixed her hair up again. She slowly walked back to where Bill was probably dead on the floor; oh what a mess she was going to be in.

“You fucking attacked a customer Syafiqah!” She scolded herself, “Bill Kaulitz in fact.”

She bent down to pick up the broom when she heard Bill groaning; she dropped the broom again and ran over to his side to help him up. When she saw his eyes fluttering open she laughed with relief.

“Bitch,” Bill laughed slowly sitting up.

“I’m so sorry,” Syafiqah apologized in tears, “Are you alright?”

He stared into her eyes blankly and leaned against the wall, sobbing. Syafiqah nervously stood up from her knees and ran to the front of the shop to lock the door and went to all seven windows to shut the curtains. She shuddered, “It’s almost like that Harry Potter film scene.”

Syafiqah returned to Bill to find that he had stopped crying, but that he had a nasty cut on his right eyebrow, he hit the corner of the other chair when he fell of his chair. She ran to get the first aid kit from behind the counter and slapped her forehead.

“Note to self, never slap a person who is drunk,” She muttered to herself as she went back to him.

She got down to her knees next to his side and grimaced when she saw his eyebrow ring on the floor next to him. She pick it up and cleared her throat, “Bill I’m going to put this in your pocket.”

Bill shrugged and she shoved the ring into the front pocket of his hoodie. She opened the kit to get out an alcoholic wipe to clean out his wound. When her hand was near his face he slapped her hand away lightly muttering, “Lemme be.”

Syafiqah shook her head; there was no way she was going to let it get infected on her account. She didn’t know what was wrong with Bill. She tried again and he slapped her away again. Sya, tired of games straddled his lap to hold him in place.

His eyes nearly bulged out of his head and Syafiqah was quick to say, “I’m only doing this to stop you from moving around.”

Bill let his head knock back into the wall and he grimaced when the wipe came in contact with the wound on his forehead.

“Start talking Bill!” Syafiqah commanded.

She wanted to know why he was out alone, clearly drunk without a bodyguard at two in the morning.

“What I say?”

“Anything, why are you out at this time of the morning?”

Bill shrugged, “Still night to me. I can’t stand being there.”

“Being where?”

“The hotel,” Bill answered closing his eyes, “Suffocating.”

“Stay awake Bill,” Syafiqah stated. She had to keep him awake or he might fall into a coma from the head injury.

“I am,” Bill groaned, “I need beer.”

That’s the last thing you need, Sya thought to herself. She shook her head, “What you need is time off from being Rockstar Bill, you need to be away from Tokio Hotel.”

Bill’s eyes snapped open at her comment and he practically whispered, “You know?”

She nodded and he let out a laugh, “You know me am and you treat me rough?”

“You being a famous drunken jerk is not going to stop me from treating you like a jerk,” Syafiqah reprimanded sternly.

“Drunk Jerk,” Bill grumbled to himself, “Drunk Jerk. Drunk Jerk. Drunk Jerk. D-drunk Jerk. Dunk Erk. Gunk L-lerk.”

“You need to sleep it off Bill,” Syafiqah commented lightly, applying a band aid to his forehead.

“I can’t go back to hotel,” Bill gasped scared, “My brother is sure waiting for me.”

Syafiqah groaned and said, “I’ll take you to my apartment then, stay right here while I make a call.”

“Who else me g-go?” Bill hiccupped.

Syafiqah rolled her eyes and stood up wiping her hand on her apron; she picked up the first aid kit and went back to the counter. Shaking her head. She couldn’t believe she practically invited a still drunk Bill to her apartment, when they’ll be completely alone.

She picked up the phone and called her boss gulping. After several rings someone picked up, “Sorry for waking you George.”

“Syafiqah, what’s wrong?”

“I have to go home right now, something important came up,” Syafiqah lied, “I’m sorry.”

“Hmm, alright,” George replied with a sigh, “Lock the door behind you and I’ll come by soon.”

“Thank you,” Syafiqah stated, “Bye.”

She hung up and grabbed her coat from the closet and ran over to Bill and stated, “Can you stand up?”

Bill nodded and tried to get up onto his feet, when he stood up he stumbled and tumbled into Syafiqah. She groaned under his weight and pushed him up.

“Sorry,” Bill commented frowning.

“It’s okay, do you have a coat?” Syafiqah asked seeing him poorly dressed.

Bill shook his head, “The cold will keep me wake.”

Syafiqah sighed, “You’re going to get sick.”

“Why do you care?” Bill quickly hissed.

Syafiqah flinched at his tone and ignored him. She helped him walk out of the coffee shop and locked the door behind her with her own set of keys.

She went to help Bill walk again and he pushed her hand away saying, “I walked here fine I will walk my own.”

“You’re going to fall.”

“I don’t care,” Bill restated, “I walk my own.”

“Fine, follow me,” Syafiqah sighed quietly adding to herself, “It’s going to be a long walk.”