The One Who Controls | Tom Kaulitz

It Was Only The Beginning

"What the fuck is your problem?" I screamed at the guy in the club. I was just trying to drink and not be bothered. This nasty dude next to me wouldn't quit it.

"Nothing baby, I'm just trying to have a good time." He says with a smirk as he slides his hand over my knee. Granted, yes this was a really stupid thing to do but come on. He's a fucking creep.

I slam another shot back before slapping the shit out of him. I am extremely drunk and obviously not thinking. Shit.

The last thing I see is his fist lunging at my face. It hurt like a bitch. Motherfucker really hit me back. I hold my face groaning, and stumbling back against the bar.

"Hey! What the hell?"

This dude I've never seen before yelled at the creep, shoving his chest back. He the bar with a groan and took a swing. I stumbled back watching this random guy knock him out. The mystery man grabbed my wrist, pulling me away. My feet dragged across the pavement as we made it outside. I leaned against the cold building as he lit a cig, staring back at me.

"Thanks for that but it was my fault." I say to him as I hold my stinging cheek.

"That may be so but he was bothering you anyway." He says as he looks me up and down giving me a smirk, and I saw a black lip piercing.

I didn't notice how tall he was until now and I will say very attractive. He had dark black cornrows and brown eyes. He wore baggy blue jeans and a baggy white t-shirt. He pulled it off quite well.

"My name is Veronica, if you wanted to know." I said steeping closer to him, smelling the cigarette.

"Good to know, you can call me Tom." He says as he holds his hand out. I shake his hand slowly and look into those brown eyes again. This alcohol is definitely getting to head. I feel myself leaning to one side as a cold hand wraps around my waist and holds me back up.

"Hey mister you better sloooow your roll". I say in my drunken tone. I start laughing and almost fall over again, as he grabs my arms holding me steady.

"I think I can contain myself Veronica, let's get you home." He has a deep German accent that made him irresistible.

"Whatever you say Tom man". I say as he slings me over his shoulder and walks down the alley way. All I can see is the wet ground and the back of his jeans. I felt the goosebumps rise on my thighs as he set me against the leather seat in his car. It was black and looked incredibly expensive. I was super tired and before I could tell him where my house was I fell asleep to the sound of rain hitting the window.
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My eyes fluttered open and I immediately felt the pounding in my head. Fuck I need to kill this headache. As I'm rubbing my head, I realize I'm in a bed that is not mine. It was a big bed and had black satin sheets and pillows. The room I was in was also giant. There was a couch and a tv in one part and a door leading to a bathroom. This has got to be Toms room. I look to make sure I'm still wearing my same clothes, a relief. How the fuck did I end up here?

I hop out of the silky bed and creep into the bathroom slowly. It had the same dark vibe as the room I was in. My makeup was smeared and my hair needed to be brushed badly. I splashed cold water on my face and found a brush, my dark hair was still straight from last night. Good enough was all I was thinking.

"Good morning Darling."A familiar deep voice says from beyond the doorway. I jump not expecting him. I didn't even hear his door open.

"Ah morning". I say back to him as I walk out of the bathroom. He looked me up and down again smirking. He was such a fucking flirt.

"You fell asleep in the car so I just brought you to my house." He says looking at me longingly, as he played with his piercing.

"I appreciate it. Where else would I have gone I guess." I stand awkwardly next to his dresser as he walks closer, towering above me. This man was so damn fine. He cupped his hand against my check, making me blush.