Fan Boy (bill kaulitz x male reader)

Concert

The music blared from my radio as I got dressed. The low rise jeans I wore matched perfectly with the long shirt with Tokio Hotels name and faces on it. I had a studded belt draped around my waist as I heard my phone ringing

"Monsoon" was playing as I jumped onto my bed and opened my phone answering the call from Stacey. "Listen loser I've been honking for five minutes, get out if you still want a ride." Stacey said hanging up before I could even say anything

I groan as I slip on my shoes and grab my house key, last time I forgot it and had to crawl through the window. It was hard explaining to the police on why I was breaking into my own home

I rush out my house my shoes clanking on the floorboards as I shut the front door and walk over to the car door. As I opened I and sat down the car reeked of cigarettes and Victoria secret body spray

"Took you so long." Stacey said as she violently threw the car into reverse and sped out of my driveway

She was a speed demon. She would never adhere to any traffic laws no matter how many tickets and court orders she gets, she would never go below a 30.

As we pull up to the venue I saw a line going out the gates man! I walk out the car my body trying to adapt to the slow environment. I walked to the back of the line holding the price of paper that held my one way ticket to happiness

And that is to see bill kaulitz up close and personal. The line moved quickly and I found myself in the front of the line near the very tall and very scary Guard

I hand him my paper, the ticket and he looked me up and down almost analyzing who I was. He nodded before speaking lowly into his ear piece and we stood their both awkwardly before another man walked over

They both nodded at each other before the man lightly grabbed my shoulder and started to lead me over to the front row. Locked off with a velvet rope, not too notch security of you ask me

I walked to my seat and waited, almost everyone in the venue already screaming. But the band wasn't even out yet. I picked up my nails while I waited for the band to come out. The heat pushing down on me small beads of sweat forming on my forehead and under neath the back of my neck

I could hear the casual conversation with two girls behind me. Talking about which was better, Tom or bill. It was a child-like conversation