Love's Never Theoretical, it's Touched [Bill Kaulitz Fan Fiction]

n i still dont understand.. y wuld they kidnap sarah when its erins fault? O.o

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Poor girl
Well written

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Sasii , I am really curious to know what's going to happen =D
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hahaha menzii im surprised someone's curious lol i thought nobody demands it anymore thats why i was too lazy
but your comment motivated me to write a new chpter, and it'll be the last one i'll post it soon <3

This is ma favorite and the Best TH fic i've evr read!!!

Please please post the next one soon

I'm just too exited 4 the next one!!

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You have to complete it. It's amazing , awesome. just awesome.
Owww, last chapter .. am excited to know what will happen .

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So here's the last chaptyy, i hope you would like it

Chapter Twenty Seven



Bill’s P.O.V



I really don’t know how it all happened in a matter of two days; as if I was dreaming and I just woke up and found myself in a taxi cab with Tom and Erin. Lebanon’s airport was completely damaged so I and the two with me travelled to Jordan and came by taxi to find this mess. A year ago, this place was literally heaven, the modest heaven on earth where I fell in love madly for the first time in my life and where I ate ice cream from a walking vendor after several years of excessive fame.

As if I just woke up from a really long nightmare, where I really paid for my rich and famous life, or more precise, where Sarah had to pay for me. I, Tom and Erin were stuffed in the back seat for our intelligent driver had put our only small bag in the front seat, convincing us that his car’s box doesn’t close.

Two days ago, when I shocked my management with my decision of cancelling the concert that the fans were anxiously waiting for and when I fired David Jost after he started giving me lessons and telling me how irresponsible I had become and when I only had Tom to tell him the real reason about cancelling the whole event, not the “While revising the songs I realized we had many problems in the rhymes and bla bla bla”, the first person we called was Erin. To our surprise, Erin was shocked as much as we were, and here we are, together, the last thing I imagined I’d ever do, especially after all what she caused to me, is being again close to her in a distance that’s less than one mile.

“I swear I never knew it would ever reach this limit. I swear I never meant to hurt you, guys and all-” Tom interrupted Erin’s series of apologies and explanations.

“Yeah, that’s why you fucked the hell out of me without money and that’s why you screwed Bill’s life with your playful actions and that’s why your stupid childish retarded friends kidnapped Sarah. Because you never knew. Well fuck that, we’re here because of you,” Tom’s tone was high, angry, something I’ve never heard before. I just didn’t care; they spent all the way like that. She apologizing, he blaming. I only lay my head on the corner, my eyes looking out the window and my tears gushing down my blank face.

“I’ve been touring this place two hours now. Where the hell is your destination?” the driver said with his thick strange English accent. I and Tom looked at Erin with our eyebrows raised as if waiting her to say a word. She sighed.

“It’s some place in Rumailah, I don’t remember the address exactly but we’ve been there around four three years ago. With all those damaged buildings, it’s impossible for me to recognize the building,” she talked whilst looking around from the window. I and Tom both sighed upset and the driver tucked his cigarette. “I’m sorry guys.”



Sarah’s P.O.V



I knew she’d feel sorry for me. Lesley, she had a little bit of sympathy and came to me at midnight with a cup of cold water to drink. She didn’t say anything. She just uncovered my eyes and handed me the cup, not even looking at me. Without needing to order me, I knew she wouldn’t like me to mention anything about it. “Thank you,” I said to her weakly as I took the cup from her. I held it without balance but thankfully didn’t drop a milliliter from it.

As the first drops of water reached my throat and poured down to my stomach, it washed all the pain just like that as if my soul was taken away and just arrived to crash into my body. Two days passed and I only thought of one thing, water and Bill. Now that I got water, I thought of Bill. None of the non sense that happened to me is worrying me; none of my wounds, of my injuries, none of the shocks I received is making me weak. Instead, it’s all making me stronger. The thought of my family waiting me there in heaven relaxed me. I didn’t fear death.

But, I just wanted one thing. I wanted Billie. My Billie boo, the boy who kissed me under the rain, cried tears for my sorrow, walked me in front of hundreds of fans, told me that I am the most beautiful girl he ever knew and gave me strawberries in Christmas. I smiled calmly at the memory and a happy tear washed my cheek. Somehow, I realized that even heaven wouldn’t make me that happy. Somehow, I started recalling my nightmares and my almost close to dreams reality- before this whole mess. I had the most precious gift in the world and I let it go easily, we both let it slip away. I had love that thrilled me and taught me how to fly. I just wish right now I had it here, I had him, maybe.. maybe I could really fly away from this place.

Yeah, right. He had a concert two days ago.



Bill’s P.O.V



Erin left moments ago. She had only instructed that the place must be within two blocks from here and she ran into another taxi back to the airport. I and Tom had no weapons, we didn’t even know how to use a knife or shoot with a gun. Speaking for myself, I didn’t know how to kick a ball. Good thing I know how to sing and Tom knows how to play the guitar. Somehow, a strange feeling occupied me. Was I really just a music machine? Did I expect myself as a lover when all I could offer to the girl of my dreams was a song before she could sleep?

So, it was that bad.

From the corner of my eyes, I could see Tom excited to get out of the cab and go search for Sarah. Sure, he had a reputation about hitting girls, it didn’t matter anyway. Nothing mattered now for both of us, we just needed to rescue her… my everything.

We gave the driver some money and got out of the cab. I gave the surrounding a look, where did everything beautiful disappear? We passed from here several times a year ago and I remembered how golden was the beach and how blue was the sea, and how this street was full of shops and cafes.

“Are you afraid?” Tom asked me as we both started searching for a hint of life.

“We have nothing with us. Remember?” I said sarcastically. I sensed my pockets. “Except for these few thousand dollars.”

“I have more in my pockets, too, but if they want to kill us, this money won’t shield us,” Tom said. I nodded as if I didn’t know that before. I just hopped in the little bit of myself that what they needed is money although they already requested Erin.

“Money can do miracles, right?” I spurred trying to calm myself.

“It hasn’t done any miracles to us,” Tom mumbled.

I walked without commenting and reached with Tom what seemed to be a half destructed two story building where I caught a glimpse of a jeep parked on its side and a bunch of people eating.

“There,” Tom whispered. I nodded solemnly and felt brave enough to walk to them forgetting that I had nothing but money. Tom grabbed the tip of my leather jacket and yanked me behind a wall of some broken building. To our luck, they haven’t noticed.

“Look, Bill. We’re risking a lot with this. You know what they need is Erin, they made that clear in their letter. If we went right there we’re just going to lose our souls and double the disaster for a vulnerable ex girlfriend of yours,” Tom said whispering. I closed my eyes for the slightest bit and sighed.

“I don’t think I’ll double the disaster. Losing my soul doesn’t bother me anymore, I am just a human. According to 2011 our souls are very cheap whether we’re Tom and Bill Kaulitz or we’re unknowns,” I spoke, feeling a little bit wise. “She won’t care anyway.” I slipped the last sentence in a murmur feeling a slight heartache. Tom’s head quickly snapped up and he pouted.

“She won’t care? Really?” he asked surprised. I nodded miserably. “Do you know that the night before she left she had this nightmare that you were about to jump and she tried saving you but you both fell instead? Do you know that she cried in pain at that moment, when she felt that she lost you? Do you know that she didn’t cry because she fell, she cried because you did? She does care. Just because she went away doesn’t mean she doesn’t care,” he paused for a moment and continued, “I know about that, about the people who care so much and find it better to leave the world even when it pains them.”

I turned my face to him reluctantly and found myself hugging my older twin tightly. Out of all the people I loved and lived with and let go; only Tom knew me and only his hug comforted me, comforted both of us. As we let go, we both walked to the pack of teens confidently, hoping that these are the kidnappers.

“Jesus Christ,” one of the girls said after she spat whatever material that was being chewed in her mouth. “That’s Tom and Bill fucking Kaulitz.” Everyone looked in our direction wide eyed and I and Tom were now sure that these are the kidnappers themselves. The food spitting girl – who had a weak accent stood up frozen then the others followed until an overweighed chick got out from the jeep smirking evilly.

“The twins made it,” she said clapping. “Bravo. Where’s our girl?” she asked as soon as she crossed her hands on her waist.

“What girl?” I asked playing fool.

“You’re smarter than this, Bee Kay. You know exactly what girl I am talking about and she better be with you,” she smiled that smart assed smile and it gave me the urge to jump on her and smack her, in the bad not dirty way. But regarding that I and other three Bills can fill the left part of her jeans only, I made a mental note that I shan’t think of that choice ever again.

“We don’t have the girl but we have the money,” Tom said in the most comfortable way. As soon as he said that, giggles and sarcastic laughs emerged from the group.

“You think what we need is money Mr. and Mrs. Rich?” another girl said reaching us. I felt the blood drown in my face as I got what she meant by her insult. Tom came closer to me in that brotherly protective way that I liked, but now surely mocked after the damn comment that I received. “We don’t need your charity. We don’t need a signed xbox or a Gibson guitar or a trip for two people to Malaysia. We told you who we need and we need her now,” she smiled creepily and I felt like smacking her.

“Is she with you?” the overweighed girl asked. We both shook heads. “Why the hell did you come then?” she screamed this time while the other girls were just frozen except the girl who was still walking slowly to reach us.

“They thought they could give each of us one of their hot one night stands and the whole issue would be solved,” the last girl said with her words separated by giggles. “We’re not Erin. We don’t fuck a twin and try possessing the other.”

“Where’s Sarah?” I asked ignoring all their heart slamming words.

“We don’t have weapons and we didn’t call the police, we just want the girl,” Tom said then sighed.

“Ha? Weapons? Do you even know how to use one?” the girl said and they all laughed nervously. “Sarah is fine, still alive fortunately, but you’ve made a big mistake by coming here, you know?”

“Please, we’ll do you anything, everything. We’ll give you all the money we have. We’ll-” I was interrupted by the same girl.

“I said we don’t need charity, Billa. I used to fall for you and respect you but now you seem one of those who think money can heal whatever wound.”

“Not really,” I whispered.

“But I kind of adore how you sacrificed it all for that barely sixteen years old chick of yours. Although it’s lame at some point,” she laughed at her own comment and I felt all my senses taken away as I stared at a damaged Sarah dragged on the ground by a guy and another girl.





Sarah’s P.O.V





Being dragged on the rough ground, I felt I was going to die tonight, just die in this miserable way that I never ever thought would symbolize my end. The good part, I wasn’t thirsty and I could handle a bit more of torturing and leave this world not thirsty. And then I started realizing that even my thoughts don’t make sense to me anymore. Was I dead yet?

“Holy me,” I heard someone say, someone familiar. I didn’t look up because obviously they all became familiar to me. “Is she dead?” that same familiar voice said and something in me churned and raced. Something in my head said the name “Tom”.

“Tom,” I said it loud then I looked at the people around me, my vision straying until it stopped on the two far figures. Tom and Bill – I literally fell on the ground.

“Oh my God, she’s dead,” Bill’s voice – no matter how far – has pierced my ears with its crying tone. I tried to sit or stand or whatever, to support myself, to move and when I did I saw him get traumatized.

He quickly ran towards me and although my eyes were already blurry my tears find their way to my cheeks. He searched for me. Then came a huge squeal from Bill’s throat as the guy hit him with a baseball wood on his head.

For a moment, I thought – actually believed – that maybe, maybe this is the time that the blood had stopped running through his veins and arteries, that the air had stopped reaching his lung sacs, that maybe, maybe in the smallest chance his soul has struggled and let free from his pale body and his sacred voice had already become just another memorable masterpiece buried in the grave of my long dead silent memory… But his hands moved and his eye lids kept blinking even though his eyes were closed. He kept on living and so did I.

Realizing that he’s not dead yet injured, I chocked and let out a loud scream preceded by a curse from Tom who quickly ran after his brother. I didn’t have the strength to reach any but then Haley exposed a black weapon from her pocket. Haley had the same one that she threatened me with earlier. I pressed my arms around my stomach and cried in pain knowing that the next step will be shooting Tom. Tom seemed to not notice but instead he sat beside his brother checking up on him.

“Stand up, slutty playboy,” Haley commanded Tom. He ignored her. “I have a gun in my hand and I will shoot you if you didn’t do that in 3 seconds.” Tom didn’t bother and move, he just looked so worried checking Bill’s head and putting his hand over a part where the blood came from. For the first time in my life, I saw Tom cry that badly. I just couldn’t move to help, I only dropped tears and tears.

“Three,” Haley said loudly.

“Tom,” I squealed weakly. He only eyed me miserably and continued his job.

“Two,” Haley said again. She ranged the gun on Tom as I closed my eyes and then she muttered, “one.” Tom quickly snapped from beside Tom and ran towards her yet she pressed the trigger and suddenly Tom was screaming so loud putting his hand over his shoulder. I closed my eyes again and cried.

As Tom finally collapsed on the ground, all the girls surrounded him in shock. Lesley looked at me in that disappointed look of hers. Haley walked towards a lying Bill and bent over his face.

“Where’s Erin?” she asked in a calm tone.

“In your ass,” Tom screamed. Then Haley turned on Tom and raised her middle finger.

“Mind your own business, sluts screwing machine.” She turned her face again to Bill. “I made myself clear, didn’t I? I have a gun and I will shoot it right into your lovely face. Just tell me where the hell is Erin!?” she screamed the last words.

“In your bra,” Tom screamed again and the girls around him laughed. Haley gave a glare to each of them and ranged the gun over Bill’s head.

“You want to fool around, Tommy? Would you like to see your twin dead?” Haley asked. Tom didn’t move this time, he just stayed frozen, unable to move and save his brother, unable to risk with another word. He was pretty much like me then. “I’ll count to three if you want.” Haley gave a smirk. “I see you enjoyed the first countdown. Let’s repeat it again, three. Two-”

Out of nowhere, the sound of a shot bullet pierced my ear and the gun in Haley’s hand was thrown away. Haley jumped the same way my heart jumped inside of me, thinking that Haley was the one to shoot, until Erin appeared out of nowhere shaking and holding the gun with both her hands. Our heads turned the same way sunflowers turn their faces to the sun.

Followed Erin a series of police cars and ambulance. I felt relieved insanely as I saw the girls’ hands get tied by the handcuffs. I was moved to the ambulance and given some painful injections until everything started fading out.



Returning to consciousness, I opened my eyes to find myself in a white room, beside me sat a nervous Erin on a metal chair. Attached to my hand was a blood serum. Erin’s eyes were following mine anywhere I looked.

“Do you want anything?” she asked. I shook my head. I tried sitting up correctly so she stood up and started helping me gently. I wasn’t surprised at all, deep inside I knew that was coming. “Do you need water?” she asked again.

“Yes, please,” I answered in a low murmur. She quickly opened the water bottle and poured some in a plastic cup then handed me it. I took it and drank a bit then placed it on the white table beside me.

“I don’t know where to start from, I am sorry.” She started shifting uncomfortably in her seat. I didn’t say a word. “Well, it’s my entire fault. Everything’s my fault. If I weren’t in your life nothing of this mess would have had occurred. I feel ashamed of having such a past with such a pack of obsessed girls. Because of my rebelliousness Tom has stitches in his shoulder and Bill received a hard hit on his head that caused few cuts, he has stitches, too.”

I swallowed and felt eternally depressed and dull. “Don’t worry, just a few stitches. He’s fine and can walk and everything, he left just minutes ago as soon as his mom and Gordon came to check on Tom. But they’re fine.” She gave me an assuring smile.

“Simone and Gordon came to Lebanon?” I asked a little bit frantic.

“No, silly,” she laughed. She said the world ‘silly’ as if we were some sort of besties for life. “We’re in Germany.” She smiled at me.

“We are?” I opened my eyes wide. She nodded still dressing that optimistic smile.

“They don’t know you’re awake, want me to tell them?” she asked. I nodded.

“First, where did all this blood come from?” I asked eyeing the blood serum.

“Don’t worry, it’s an unknown donor.” She walked out of the room. I didn’t know exactly how to feel. What will I do when Bill would walk into this room? After all that we have passed through, the pain, the tears, and the break up, how will we make up? I felt so empty inside I couldn’t feel anything else. I didn’t know if he’ll be able to make me smile after I’ve lost everything that used to do. I am now something new. I am an orphan, homeless, sick, bloodless… As well as an indirect bestfriends suicide provoking. I am everything that shall lead to shame and that fills me with more emptiness.

I heard footsteps and I adjusted my sit. A pale Simone, a stitched Tom, a worried Gordon and a tired Bill entered the room. The first to touch my injuries was Simone who quickly sat on the next chair and left the other three standing.

“How are you feeling, sweetheart?” she tugged at my hands and spoke to me with a comforting warm tone.

“I am okay,” I dressed what seemed like a smile. “My heart’s beating and I guess I am still breathing, so everything’s alright.”

“It’ll always be alright. You went through a lot and we will make our best to substitute you,” she said as she looked at the three tall figures. “I can be your mother whenever you need me, and Gordon is surely your father, Tom could be the big brother you never had.” She looked at Bill finally. “And Bill, you two could choose whatever you symbolize to each other.” She winked at me. I giggled out of pressure, yet felt relieved when she said she could be my mother. I without any doubt needed a mother… as well as a best friend.

“Gustav and Georg called several times; I’ll let them know you’re awake so they’d call later.” Simone stood beside Gordon.

“Get better soon, Sarah,” Gordon said to me as he pointed at the balloon hanging on the corner of the bed. It said something in German that I didn’t really understand so I just nodded and whispered, “Danke.”

I heard both Tom and Bill laugh but I kept serious trying to hide the giggles inside of me.

“We’ll leave you two together now,” Simone said looking at me and Bill. I nodded at her smiling and she and Gordon waited for Tom at the door as Tom approached me.

“You owe me a shoulder,” he whispered into my ears.

“Eyy,” I hit him with my right hand on his right shoulder. He made a pained face and that made me laugh loud.

“Nevermind, you’ll always be my favorite girl,” he said winking at me. I made a sarcastic face and he left the room.

At that same moment, Bill’s face looked tired and pale as he sat beside me. We stayed silent for moments and during that almost-like-years time my ears longed to hear his heart beats. But before I could think of more yearns and longs, he opened his arms and chest and approached me and I quickly completed the hug. I ignored the damn serum and the damn room and the damn everything and just hugged him for a million seconds of desire and missing and pain and unbearable wounds I hugged him.

His smell of incense made me light headed and I cared less. I loved how our heart beats intertwined in one song and how he stroke my cheek like a baby and caressed my warm face with his cold hands, how his tears fell on my face and how my tears fell on his shirt. I loved how suddenly he was over me, how suddenly we were touching and kissing and making love on the dull white bed in the dull white room with an opened dull white door and I just loved how nobody dared to say a word because that was Bill Kaulitz and I was his girlfriend. I loved every part of it, every part of giving my all to him, every word he said to me, how he played with my curls and told me he loves them and how he kissed my lips and told me he missed them and how his tears never stopped after all. I loved how his hot breath caressed my skin..

We cried and smiled and he fondled my body as if it was his. Then we stopped and just stared at each other. “I love you,” he said it that easy. I put my hands around his neck and kissed his lips passionately.

“I love you, too.” I smiled and gazed him like never before, I kept unbelieving in my head how amazing his brown eyes were, how mellow and ripe and tangy his lips tasted against mine, how his aromatic fragrance made me go oh oh… No words could ever succeed to describe this touched feeling.

“Promise me, we’d celebrate the pain of love together, live every second, and none of us ever would break away,” he said with his heart warming voice.

“Yeah yeah, and we’ll run through the monsoon and beyond the world…,” I laughed. He made that puppy face that killed the smallest bit in me. “Okay, okay. I promise you. I promise you I’ll love you forever.” He smiled angelically and gave me another dazzling kiss then we both lay on the bed and I put my head on his chest like old times. It felt safe, so safe…

“I want to ask you a question,” I interrupted our silence.

“Anything.” He started playing with my hair.

“Whose blood is that?”

“The serum blood? It’s from Erin.”


Heyy guyss, so did you like my fanfiction??
i hope you did, i worked hard on making this one. Thanks for everyone who helped through my writer blocks Corinna Kaulitz rocks!!

Awwww, that's soo cute and sweet... Awesome amazing . =D
I just adore it. ^^ <3
Great job Sassiii .

Oh my god!!!!!!!!!! I just loved this whole fan fic, is so beautiful I cold cry, I loved the end!!!!!! It was.... so... and... AAAAAAA I can't describe it. Just WOW!
Wonderful, Sarah!!!

My favourite part of the chapter when Simone told her that we could be your family . ='))
Awwwwww.
I love the whole story. It's my favourite. I can't stop talking thinking about it.
XD I can't even believe it has finished . ^.^

Menzii: AAAAA I wanna thank you for everything, you were definitely one of those who I wouldn't continue my writing if i didn't have them there to motivate me. THANKS <3 and im glad you like it, it's an honor <3
Cofie: and by that, you made my day *-* thankss, im happy youu loved it really ur comment made mee smile thank you <3

Awww..finally.. I just love how it end.

Its amazing. Your an Awsome writer

This is my favorite fan fiction ever!!

aww thank youuuuu liebling!! I'm glad i have an awesome reader who i never knew before, thanks for reading and liking it im really honored ;D

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i read the last chapters w kteeeeer nice! and i loved the end, amazing job!! (Y) ily :$ and love it!!