Love is Dead-A Bill Kaulitz story (chapter 11: Confessing His Feelings)

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BILL'S POV

I looked over at the clock on the bedroom wall and saw that it was already 2PM, I figured that we had to get up eventually.
"Sam?" I whispered.
"Hmm?" I chucked, sitting up.
"I think we have to get up." I said, rubbing my eyes. Sam groaned but sat up too.
"Do we have to?" She asked. I nodded. I took her hand and pulled her into a hug, before standing up.
"I'll be back soon."

SAM'S POV

I watched Bill leave the room, laying down again, my head in the clouds. I couldn't believe what happened, I was afraid that I was dreaming. I shook my head, getting up.

I got dressed, hoping that Bill would hurry up. I ran a brush through my hair and sat down, now checking my e-mails. I waited a moment, then clicked on the first one that I saw.

It only took a few moments to realize what kind of mesage this was, and by the time I reached the bottom of the page, I was crying uncontrollably. I know that sounded strange, but I've never gotten an e-mail close to that before. It hurt.

BILL'S POV

I hopped out of the shower, eager to get back to Sam's room. I pulled on a band tee and a clean pair of jeans and dried my hair, but not all the way.

I jogged back to Sam and Bianca's hotelroom, straight to the closed door on the right. When I walked in, I found Sam on her bed, her arms around her knees, tears streaming down her face.
"Sam, what's wrong? Did something happen?" I asked, hurrying to her side. She buried her head in her hands, hiding her face from me.

I sat down on her bed and pulled her close to me.
"What happened?" I whispered. She looked up and turned her laptop to me, it was already open, so all I had to do was read.

"Sam,

I thought that it was my job to tell you the truth about how the most of us feel about your band. There's no way to put this nicely, so I'll just say it: I hate your band. You all are ugly, you most of all. No one has any taste in music and I'm sorry, but you have no voice, not even the studio could fix that thing you call a voice. And yes, we heard about your tour with Tokio Hotel and that makes you a slut. What did you do to them to make them agree to it? Forget it. I don't even want to know. All I know is that you are pathetic and I can't wait to see you crash and burn. Ugh, I can't believe I liked you.

With no love
From an ex-fan
Kathrine."

I closed the laptop, sighing loudly. No wonder Sam was upset, once you get a messge like that, you get a really shitty attitude that's hard to get rid of. I put my arms around her again, she was crying into my chest now.
"Sam, nothing that girl wrote is true." I said, hoping that would help. She looked up at me.
"Yes, it is, everything's true!" She said, fresh tears streaming down her face. I pulled away, looking her dead in the eye.

"No, it isn't." I said. Sam crossed her arms and looked down.
"How would you know? You barely know-" I put my finger under her chin, forcing her to look at me.
"I do know you, and I don't care if you beleieve me or not, but it's the truth. And I need to tell you something and you're going to listen." She nodded as I took my hand away.

I sighed, sitting up straight. I was about to say since the day I saw Sam for the first time.
"Look, when I saw you for the first time... I was- I was stunned. You were the most beautiful girl I have ever seen, with the most beautiful voice I have ever heard.
"I don't know why anyone would ever think differently. And the reason I wanted to go on tour with you is because I was a big fan of your music, and by the way, you are not a slut." I said, smiling softly. She looked up, wiping her tears.

"Bill, I don't understand! You've known me for a day, why would you do all this for me?" She asked. I looked down.
"Because I love you." I said softly. I looked up to see Sam wearing a watery smile, she leaned over and hugged me.
"Thank you." She whispered in my ear, "I love you too."