tokio hotel - TH

You often travel with Bill and the rest of the band while they're on tour, and over time you've become close friends with all of them. After an exhausting concert that night, everyone was completely worn out. Back at the hotel, the band had gathered in yours and Bill's room to relax before heading to bed. You were sitting comfortably on the bed, listening to music on your iPod and reading a book while the others lounged around the room.

Bill was sprawled across the couch, Georg was scrolling through his phone, Gustav was half-asleep in an armchair, and Tom was lying dramatically across the end of the bed. After a few minutes, Bill sat up and looked over at you.

"Y/N..." he whined, dragging out the last syllable of your name. The others immediately turned their attention toward him.

"What do you want now?" Tom asked with a grin.

Bill ignored him and gave you his best puppy-dog eyes. "Can you please wash my hair?" he asked in a desperate voice.

Georg laughed. "Seriously?"

"You're nineteen, Bill," Gustav muttered, shaking his head.

"Exactly," Tom added. "You're a grown man."

Bill crossed his arms and pouted dramatically. "None of you understand my struggle."

The room erupted into laughter as Bill continued to stare at you hopefully, waiting for your answer.