I LOVE YOU – GEORG'S BIRTHDAY
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It's finally Georg's birthday, meaning your birthday party is this week-end! You couldn't wait for it anymore. You have the perfect outfit in mind and couldn't wait to show it off.
But the first thing is Georg's birthday! He is turning 22!
Tom told you they shared a class from 2 to 3 today so you decided to skip class this afternoon.
You sneak into his room, Bill opened the front door. You offered Astrid to come too but she said she didn't want to.
You open the first bag you bought: Happy Birthday silver balloons. You put the straw in and start blowing. This shit is hard to start but once the first breath is in, it becomes quite easy.
The dimensions are smaller than you expected but it's fine anyway. You grab the double-sided tape and climb on his undone bed. You tape the balloon banner above his bed and check your work. It's off-centred but it will be the least of his worries, you mischievously smile.
Second bags of balloons: two exemplars of "2". You place the straw again but went too far in one of them and break it.
- Fuck, you speak to yourself.
- Language young lady, Bill is just in front of the door, wondering what you are doing.
You roll your eyes at him and laugh a bit.
- Can you take my bag and go buy a two-shaped balloon, please?
- Nope. Your shit.
- You're the worst brother-in-law ever, you sigh.
- Brother-in-law? Gustav comes out of nowhere.
- Aren't you supposed to be in class? You ask him.
- I return the compliment. Brother-in-law? Did I miss something? He smirks.
- Do you see a ring? You simply reply, a bit panicked. You exchange a look with Bill, who's all smiling.
- Right. Gustav is visibly suspicious. What are you doing here anyway?
- Preparing a birthday gift for Georg! And none of you are helping me, you start getting a bit pissed.
- Yep. Your shit, Bill starts laughing. Why?
- I agree with Bill on this one, Gustav closes the door behind him.
- THEN WHY THE HELL DID YOU COME HERE? You shout across the apartment.
The only response you get is two hyenas laughing.
Okay. Now second "2" balloon. It's okay. You tape the broken one below the banner anyway.
You grab the third bag: transparent heart-shaped balloons with tiny red confetti inside of them. This model is also blown with a straw, making it super easy. You tape 2 out of 5 next to the "Happy Birthday" and let the three remaining ones stay on the bed. You are done with the wall.
You check the time; you still have 40 minutes before their class is over. You hope it will be enough time.
You grab the last bag of balloons: it's a mix of 100 green, red, yellow, blue and pink regular balloons. You have to blow them one by one with your mouth and the strength of your breath. You know it is going to kill you but it's for Georg!
The first 6 balloons are okay but your head starts spinning on the 7th one. You decide to take a break and come back to it later. You pick up one of the bags of confetti you bought and start filling all of Georg's jeans and jacket pockets with them. You also hide some in his books, even if you doubt he's ever opened them. You put some in the bed too. It is going to be a pain in his ass for months, you smile.
You check the time again. You are running out of it, class is over in 10 minutes so he should be home in 20 or 25 at worst. You'll never be done with your hundreds of balloons in time!
You open the messages app and send one to Tom.
Y : Can you please take Georg anywhere you want?
I need him out of his place for another hour <3
T : I can't. I'm super broke </3
Y : That's on me!
I'll pay you back as soon as you come home, no worries :)
T : No, really.
I can't even pay for the bus home :/
Y : Wtf have you done???
T : Your birthday present :P
Y : Fuck babe
You shouldn't have
You're my best present <3
Just be naked with a cherry on top and that's enough :P
T : A bit too late for this information lol
You roll your eyes, guilty. You don't want him to ruin himself with a birthday present... Okay, you begged for months to do a trip to Disneyland Paris but you know it's unreasonable. It's at least 88€ per adult plus the transport to Paris and the hotel and you cannot go near Paris without going to Paris for a day or two... You regret being so insistent about it... You thought they would do a group gift, it would have been okay. But if he is the only one that paid for it and he can't even pay 1.20€ for the bus, it makes you want to die.
T : How much time do you need?
Y : At least an hour, ideally 2.
T : You'll be the death of me, Kaulitz.
Y : ???
You are not talking to Bill!!!
T : Do you think I'm that stupid?
You smile. He called you Kaulitz. His last name! You mentally repeat Y/N Kaulitz until you convinced yourself it sounds okay. It would be better if it sounded perfect but the truth is, it doesn't.
You don't have any more time to waste! You grab your balloons again and go back to the blowing war. Your head starts spinning again after 7. You discovered something new about yourself: 7 balloons is your breath limit. You force another 2 but you feel like you are going to faint.
You go knock on Bill's door.
- What? His voice is strangely muffled.
- I need help. Please?
You hear Bill laugh a bit.
- Not the right time. I uh- clean my room. Can you wait another 10 minutes?
- Hum, yes I guess. You want to forget this conversation.
- Great. Because I'm really busy right now. His muffled voice informs you.
You step back from his door. You want to forget what happened. Tom was better at finding excuses. Clean his room? Are you his mom? This lie makes it worst. Gosh, now you can picture Bill doing it and it's quite disturbing. It's like imagining your parents or your siblings doing it; you don't want to!
You go to Gustav's room, hoping he will be more helpful.
You knock on his door. No answers. You try again.
- Hun, can you help me?
No answers. You want to cut your ears and become deaf. You just heard a moan coming from his room. How the hell did you live with Gustav and Georg for a year and never interrupted them and you are here only an afternoon and spot two in a row?
You can picture Gustav doing it too now. And, oh boy, way worse image: you can picture Bill and Gustav doing it together. You need to throw up, or eat something. You need to forget about the past 10 minutes.
You go back to Georg's room and focus on your balloon. You don't want to think anymore. Actually, it helps a lot because you were able to blow 12 balloons in a row before your head started spinning.
- Still need help? Bill scares you.
- Oh, uh, yes, you avoid watching him in the eyes. Bad idea because you look at his hands and it really doesn't help. Take these, you look away, pointing at some balloons.
- Are you embarrassed? Bill starts laughing, seeing you are uncomfortable.
- Oh gosh shut up! I don't want to think about it ever again.
- It's not like you have never disturbed Tom too, he laughs.
- Yes, you hide yourself. The difference is I could come into his room and not just be left imagining. You don't why you said that. It made sense to you. Like it's not just an image so you can control it?
- So you wanted to come in? He raises an eyebrow, smirking.
- Bill. You hit him. You know I don't! Imagine if you caught Tom doing it, wouldn't you be traumatized?
- Hum, fresh reminder missy. You two actually had sex NEXT TO ME!
You chuckle. He is not wrong... But it was Tom's idea and it is entirely different. Because the image is not stuck in your head.
- Call it even? He offers, holding out his hand.
- Did you wash it? You look at it, a bit disgusted.
- Y/N! This time he is the one rolling his eyes.
With Bill's help, blowing up all the balloons took less than an hour. Georg's floor is a battlefield of colours. You can't see the tiles anymore, it's just balloons everywhere! Even under the bed.
- Final touch? You hand a bag of confetti to Bill.
- Sure, he opens it.
You both go to the opposite side of the rooms and throw away your confetti absolutely anywhere you can reach. Georg is going to struggle for a month to clean it all up.
You were taking pictures of your amazing job when the front door opened.
- It's us! You hear Tom shouting downstairs.
You exchange a look with Bill and quickly run downstair.
- HAPPY BIRTHDAY GEORG! You jump on his back. What does it feel like to be a grandpa?
- I am still super young, he laughs.
- No, you already have grey hair, you shake your head, teasing him.
You feel Tom stare at you and finally turn around to him.
- Hi, you wave at him like a kid.
- Done? I exist again? He waves back.
- Are you jealous? You have a big smile.
- Have you seen his hair? Tom smirks before coming closer to you and finally kisses you.
- Hi, you repeat again. Your brain stopped working; you love him so much.
- Hi, he smiles before kissing you again.
- I'm pregnant just by watching you. Georg says.
- Stop it with pregnancy jokes! It drives you crazy.
- You have something in your hair, Tom plays with a strand of it, taking off a confetti. What is this? He looks at the red paper dot that was in your hair. Bill, you got some too, Tom squints suspiciously.
- Yep, Y/N and I had sex in Georg's room. He replies. At least she wishes.
You blush thinking about what happened earlier. Tom looks even more suspicious.
- Man, one twin isn't enough for her. She needs two! Georg laughs.
- Uhm... She is in front of you and can hear what you say and She already has the best twin for her! You clarify the situation, grabbing Tom's hand. Can you go to your room now? You ask Georg.
- What? Am I being punished for a joke on my own birthday? He seems offended.
- Just go to your room, and you roll your eyes.
He finally listens to you and you follow him through the stairs, Tom's hand still in yours.
- Babe, when I said I wanted to do an orgie, remember on how I insisted on girls only? Tom whispers in your ear, joking about all your group going to Georg's room. And also, I don't want my own brother to be involved.
- You're lucky because we are not going to do an orgie. You talk back. And remember how I insisted to get over it?
- WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU DONE? Y/N I'M GOING TO KILL YOU! Georg enters his room.
When he pushes the door against the wall, one of the trapped balloons behind it exploded.
- Politeness is thank you then cursing, you tease him.
- Thank you. I'm going to kill you. I swear to God if there were no witnesses you'd already be buried. He mumbles
- Yay! Giant ball pool! Tom is way more excited than Georg.
The first one rushes into the room and grabs a balloon on the bed. He presses it between his hands and makes it explode. He grabs another and starts again, making him laugh.
- You should do it too, he hands a balloon to Georg.
- It's going to take me years to get rid of all this, Georg almost cries.
- You're welcome, you address him with a bright smile.
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- You look like a Barbie! Astrid compliments you.
She came over to your place to get ready together. Tom has been incredibly supportive of the two of you, giving tons of advice and helping with your hair. He also spent an awful long time complaining about how your top was too revealing and he doesn't want other boys to want you. You understood your outfit was spot on and perfect.
Your top kind of looks like a bikini top, but better. You have to lace it like a swimsuit and the bra part is really shaped like a bikini. You love the shape; it pushes up your boobs and makes them appear bigger. Underneath the bra part; there is a kind of transparent fabric, very fluid. The fabric is split in two, and the line from your sternum to the button of your jean is completely uncovered. You picked a hot pink colour to wear it with loose blue jeans. You bought a clip-on belly piercing for the occasion. You went to Claire's and also bought the cutest necklace ever. It's simply a metallic heart hanging on a black string. You picked heart and stars-themed bracelets as well. You style your hair like Farrah Fawcett's volume curls, giving 70s vibes to your look. Tom was an angel and actually was the one who magically curled your hair.
(I had the faith to do a mood board lmao)
- You look like a whore! You compliment her back.
We all know looking like a whore means our outfit is on fire!
- I guess I don't have my word on this? Tom asks.
- No, you don't. You and Astrid reply in one voice.
- I need more mascara, Astrid checks herself out in the mirror.
Tom gestures for you to come closer while Astrid is busy with your makeup. He grabs your hand when you get close enough to him.
- I love this top, he winks. I really hate that you are wearing it in public. He whispers in your ear.
You chuckle as he goes down from your ear to your neck, smelling your perfume. You can feel him breathe against your skin and it makes you shiver. But Astrid is here and it's also your birthday party, you can't be late. You pet his hair and unconsciously pull him closer to you.
- I think your outfit is missing an accessory. He goes back to your ear again, whispering.
You raise an eyebrow. You think your outfit is fine, you picked your accessories extra carefully. While you are waiting for him to continue his sentence, he goes back to the hollow of your neck, leaving a pathway of shivers behind him.
- Stop it, it tickles, you chuckle softly as you feel his tongue licking you. Tom?
He doesn't answer. The tickling sensation is slowly changing as he stops licking you rather than sucking your skin. You panic a bit, he can't give you a hickey now and here! It's going to be super visible and no makeup can hide correctly a fresh hickey. What is he doing? Oddly, you let him do it anyway. You appreciate the feeling and if you did not have a party planned, he would already be naked. You have to control yourself and for this, you focus on his last sentence. Why can't he finish it? You slowly make A+B and understand his thoughts... The hickey is the missing accessory. Once he is done, he takes a step back to admire his work. He seems proud of himself and his eyes are lurking.
- What was that for? You're a bit pissed. It felt good but you know the reason behind it isn't.
- Everybody will know your mine. He smirks. They won't try to touch you.
- Tom, you roll your eyes, everybody coming are our friends! They already know that.
- I hope so. But boys are boys -and I know that, I'm one. I want them to know you are already taken each time they'll look at you.
- You ready? Astrid gets out of the bathroom. Oh boy! She almost screams, giving you and Tom a dark look. What the hell did you have in mind! She's fixing the hickey.
- Something with territory, you sum it up for her.
- We have to hide it! It looks terribly big... She sighs
- No! Tom interrupts her. No hiding, he orders.
- Y/N? What do you think? She defies Tom.
You know he is worried about tonight. You know he thinks your top is too revealing and he is right, boys are boys, but everybody already knows you are dating him. You're even engaged! But you also know that you would want to die if it was the other way around and you were jealous of the girls at his party.
- No hiding, you gently smile.
- Thank you, Tom words once Astrid turns her back.
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This birthday party is happening at the boys' flat and it's a blast. Everything goes well and each guest is smiling. Tom is enjoying some time with high school friends that came for Georg. He introduced you to them and you blushed a bit when they fixed your hickey. The atmosphere resonates with laughter, chatter, and the delightful aroma of cocktails. Guests gather in small groups, sharing anecdotes and sometimes dancing. Georg's friends bring an exuberant energy, they are loud but also the life of the party. Your friends are dancing or taking pictures of the night. Astrid is on the dancefloor, flirting with one of your cousins. Georg is fixing her, obviously jealous. You can bet he'd like to give her a hickey too!
- Oh, I love this song! You interrupt your conversation with some middle school friends.
You step out of the group and look for Tom. You want to dance with him. He's talking to some red hair girl. They look close and she touches her arm, laughing. Who the hell is she? You approach them, determinate.
- Hi, wanna dance? You fake smile to the girl, putting one hand on Tom's hard and using the other one to grab his closest hand.
- Hum, sure. He might understand by your look that there is only one good option here because he usually bargains a bit before agreeing.
- She's in class with me, he tells you while you take him to the dancefloor.
- I didn't ask you to justify anything. You could kill her. Why is she touching him?
- Your look did.
- No, I swear. I trust you. It's her you don't.
This bitch thought she could come to your birthday party – she was probably invited by Georg but anyway – and touch your fiancé? She's mad.
You put Tom's hand on your waist and yours on his shoulder. Your bodies are so close a piece of paper couldn't fit. The intro of the song is pretty long so you're still swinging on your feet, following the rhythm.
"I see the crystal raindrop fall and the beauty of it all is when the sun comes shining through"
You're slow dancing, enjoying this time. You feel like you are in your own little bubble, your head resting on his chest. Tom's fingers are moving a bit, petting your waist while dancing.
"Just the two of us, we can make it if we try, just the two of us"
You look for Tom's eyes while singing. You smile when his eyes cross yours. You go on your tip toes to kiss him, one of your hands moving to his cheek. His hands are moving too, he's almost hugging you, putting them behind your back.
"We look for love no time for tears, wasted water is all that is"
His hands don't stop moving, caressing your back, then your shoulders and arms, leaving thousands of shivers behind them. He finally grabs your hands and makes you spin. You laugh. There are no reasons to laugh but you are so happy, this moment feels absolutely magical, just the two of you in this crowd, that your body had to externalise your happiness. He smiles softly too. His eyes are shining and the way he looks at you makes you want to laugh again.
You go back to the swinging feet type of dance and you need his lips on yours, so you lock your arms behind his neck, to pull him closer.
"Just the two of us, building them castles in the sky"
He makes you spin again. You forget to spot this time, so the room flashes in front of your eyes. You see her again, red hair girl. She looks disappointed and it makes you smile. Too late miss, you think. He's yours and you're even going to marry him! You feel happy, loved and satisfied.
Tom puts his hands on your back again. He keeps on moving them, petting your back while you pet his shoulder, your head resting on it again.
He moves his hands lower and lower in your back, almost grabbing your butt. If his hands were closed, he would actually be grabbing it. You smile, he never loses an occasion to go 3rd base. He puts his head above yours and you feel all his weight on you. You stay like this for what feels like forever and only a second at the same time.
You think about the red-hair girl again. Tom gave you a hickey to show off you were his; it's time to return the favour. You push his head a bit and start kissing his neck. You feel him chuckle above you, you know he knows what you're going to do.
- You're turning into a vampire; he stops you after your 4th hickey.
You attacked him on every place of skin you could reach. And you're proud to say the marks look beautiful. You can get why he was so proud earlier, it's really satisfying.
- Happy? He asks you as the music arrives to an end.
- Overjoyed, you smile like a toddler who ate all the chocolate in the cupboards.
- THAT'S MY SONG!!! Charlotte interrupts you to dance with her.
- Sorry, duty call, you kiss Tom before leaving him.
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- Oh my god! You and Georg are bursting out with laughter, opening your presents.
Someone, and by someone you are pretty sure it can only be the boys, got you and Georg a collection of 50 condoms each. His are funny ones, with packaging like "I will not be your father" with a Star Wars coded font or "Tonight Story, to Orgasm and Beyond" coded like Toy Story. You read them all and Georg can't stop laughing. You have "quotes" ones too but the main collection is 5 boxes of "Monday", "Tuesday", "Wednesday", "Thursday", "Friday", "Saturday" and "Sunday" following each other.
- Someone told me it might be helpful, Bill winks.
Other than this, you got your traditional box of tissues from Tom. He crossed the brand to replace it with "I love you" and your heart melted. Astrid got you a nice set from Victoria's Secret that made both you and Tom blush, exceptional! She got Georg a kit of hair care and did not bother to check his reaction, too busy with your cousin.
When all presents are opened, the music starts again and people are dancing.
- I suggest trying out one of these "Saturday" condoms, Tom appears out of nowhere.
- Where? You bite your lips, excited.
- Bill's room I guess, he shrugs his shoulder.
- He's going to hate us, you laugh.
- I can live with it. He's my twin, he can't be mad forever, Tom smirks.
He grabs your hand and leads you upstairs, to Bill's room.
- Where the hell does he hide his keys? Tom is looking for them to lock the door. Voyeurism is not your thing.
- Here, you point at something shiny on the desk.
You wait for him, laying on the bed. You're fixing the ceiling and recognize a stain you did killing a mosquito.
- Do you realize this time last year we were having sex in this very same room? You inform Tom.
- Correction: this time last year you refused to have sex with me in this room, he smirks. But let me tell you a secret, he approaches your ear like a hunter, it won't happen again. He grabs your face abruptly and leads you into a deep kiss.
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- Oh shit I forgot my present at Georg's, you laugh for nothing, you're tired.
It's 6 am and you helped clean a bit before leaving. All you cared about when you left was your box of tissues and sleep. Anything else? Not your priority.
- At least, you got the most important here.
- Yes, you smile, showing off your tissues. Have I told you I love you too?
- It's been about 2 days but you can repeat it again, I'm not sure I caught it correctly.
- I love you; I love you; I love you, you start dancing around your living room, repeating these words that make you float. There is no better feeling than loving someone.
- I love you too, his eyes are following you. Do you want your last gift now? He interrupts your serenade.
- My gift? You slowly remember the texts you had on Georg's real birthday. Oh, Tom, I'm sorry. You approach him and force him to sit on the sofa while you make yourself comfortable on his lap. I don't care about Disney, especially if you're broke now. Your eyes got teary. You can give back the tickets, I don't want them, all I want is you, you kiss him.
- Disney? He looks surprised. Do you think I'd ruin myself for Disney tickets? Am I Santa? This is your gift!
He takes out of his pocket a beautiful square box. He got you the rose gold ring! You grab the box, stars in your eyes, ready to open it but he stops you.
- Am I supposed to propose again? He looks a bit worried.
- No, you chuckle. The first time was already perfect, you smile. Can I open it now? You think one last time of the gorgeous tanzanite ring, ready to accept any model Tom picked and could pay.
You open the box and he looks worried about your reaction.
- Tom, you cover your eyes as the diamonds' reflection hit your eyes.
- Did you really think I'd get you that ugly pink ring? He looks proud of your reaction.
- Tom, you simply repeat again. You have no words, he got you the tanzanite and 54 diamonds ring!
- Do you still like it? He looks worried again.
- Yes! Yes, yes, yes, you abruptly kiss him.
- Amazing, because we owe Bill a dinner in a fancy restaurant now.
You don't know if you're laughing or sobbing but there is one thing you are sure of: you need to go down the street and stop everybody and show them your ring!
- Can you put it on? You ask him, holding out your hand.
His face gets all emotional as he takes out the ring of the box.
- Ready? He almost whispers. You just nod your head yes.
He takes all the time to make it slide along your finger. You start crying, he looks so beautiful and you can't believe all of this is real. You can spot a tear on his side too.
You approach the tear and wipe it away with a kiss. You exchange a deep look, full of promises and love before falling asleep on the couch, both of you playing with the ring. Your engagement ring.