ᴍʏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴʟʏ- tom kaulitz

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄

           

             It was now the day after the sleepover, it was Friday. I woke up on the couch, my chest was laying on something that didn't feel like a pillow. I looked up to see Tom's face. I had fallen asleep on his chest.

       I took in his features, his pink lips, his pretty lip piercing and his thin nose. He had very long lashes for a guy, his skin was soft and his dreads were scattered behind him. I felt myself smile, I liked being in this position.

       I liked Tom's appearance and I sometimes did love the way he was, but I wasn't sure if I 100% had true feelings for Tom. I did have a tiny feeling I did; but I needed the confirmation.

       I pulled myself off of him gently ,trying my best not to wake him up. His hand held onto my waist , I slowly pulled his hand off , I was careful and slow enough that he didn't wake up. I went to my room, showered , got dressed and put on some makeup.

        Again it was hot today, I settled for some low rise flared jeans with stones on the back pockets and a red tank top. I put on some small golden hoops, I also changed my tongue piercing to a bright ombré red to match my outfit.

         By the time I went downstairs, everyone was finishing getting ready. Tom was ready but had fallen asleep again on the couch. I decided to make everyone some breakfast. I made some yogurt with granola, strawberries and blueberries. I also made small pancakes with chocolate chips.

        "TOM HELP ME SET THE TABLE UP," I yelled. Tom woke up with a gasp, "fuck you scared me." He rubbed his eyes before getting up and setting the table. He hummed with delight at the sight of the food.

         He then hummed again, this time looking at me. He placed his hands on my hips, "C'mon, give me a little spin," he spinned me a whole 360°. I smiled at his flirting, his hand lifted up and quickly slapped down on my butt. "Ow!" I hit his arm, the smack hurt my booty.

           "Like I said, you can't wear that and expect me not to do something," he winked. He smirked when we noticed I left the hickeys on me exposed. I looked at his neck, the hickeys I left him were also exposed. I rubbed them with my thumb, his eyes were locked on me.

         He leaned down and pressed a kiss on my cheekbone and another one on my forehead , he then sat down and enjoyed his breakfast. We all sat down with him, diving into the food.

           They all complimented my cooking, I was just a great cook and I knew it🙄. Soon enough, we were now on our way to school. Tom's arm was wrapped around my shoulders, my own arm wrapped around his waist. He made me feel sorta protected, especially with the fact that he was 6 inches taller than me.

          Walking into school, both Tom and I got stares. I got the most stares, mainly from girls that wanted Tom. I found out about them being in Tokio Hotel a couple days after meeting them, I was aware of the female attention that Tom received. So many girls in the street and at school especially would trail behind him, they would "accidentally" bump into him.

           Now, I was getting all the stares. Girl whispered amongst themselves, they knew I gave him those hickeys, and they knew Tom gave me my hickeys. I liked it though, it meant I was claiming him as mine.

           I was on my way to Algebra 2 with Tom and Bill, we were joking around and laughing about moments from last night when a voice called my name from down the hall.

             "Y/N!"

        I hesitated turning around, I knew who it was. Paul.

        I turned to my right , Paul was coming down from the hall. His face seemed angry, sort of upset. "I was texting you all night, what the hell," he shouted. His eyebrows were furrowed , his hands somewhat clenched.

           "She doesn't have to text you back , bro," Tom stepped in. I could tell Tom didn't like the way Paul spoke to me. His arm was still around my shoulders, he refused to take his arm off me.

        "Mind your fucking business," Paul spat. Paul's eyes didn't take long for them to spot the hickeys on my neck and chest. He chuckled in anger, "So that's what you were doing. I didn't know you were such a slut, you're nas-."

      Tom cut him off by punching him straight in the nose. Paul stumbled back, trying to keep his balance. Paul immediately swung back, thankfully missing Tom.

       Bill pulled me back, not wanting me to get hurt. Tom swiftly punched him again, in the stomach and then again in the jaw. Paul was now on the ground, surrendering to Tom's strength. "Don't fucking call her a slut. Apologize to her!" Tom yelled right in his face.

       Paul laid on the ground in pain, not saying anything. Tom grabbed him by the shirt, and in his face he said sternly, "Apologize to her." I could tell by Paul's face, he was really scared.

     "I'm s-sorry. I'm sorry Y-Y/N," he finally breathed out. At this point , I pulled Tom off Paul. He was still fuming, his fists were clenched, the veins in his hands and forearm were popping out.

       Gustav and I pulled Tom away from the situation. He was breathing heavily, trying to calm down. "Tom, calm down bro," Georg tried to calm him down. He was still breathing heavily, he shook his head no, pacing back n forth. "He called her a fucking slut, he's sick in the head to even call her that."

       Bill grabbed him by the shoulders to stop him from pacing , he spoke to him in German. I only picked up a couple of words, I had a basic understanding of what he was telling him. I could tell he was trying to distract him, let him know that it was over and that he apologized.

      "Er nannte sie eine Schlampe. Das hat er direkt vor mir gesagt, bro. Ich werde mich nicht beruhigen, ich mag sie zu sehr," Tom breathlessly told them. The guys nodded understandingly and patted his shoulder. I barely understood anything he said.

      Gustav and Georg looked at the time, "We're gonna go guys, we don't wanna be late for class." We nodded in approval, they patted Tom again and reassured him in German. Toms eyes landed on me, his gaze immediately softened. He reached out to you, pulling you close into a hug.

      "I'll let you guys be," Bill smiled , walking away.

         "I'm sorry," Tom whispered. His head rested on mine , his eyes closed. My head rested on his chest, listening to his rapid heart beat. He kissed my forehead before slightly pulled me away, just enough to see my face. "I feel something for you that i've never felt for anyone else before," he whispered.

      I could feel his heart beat against my chest, it's pace quickened. The look on face proved to me that he was being genuine. He held my face in his hands, so gently like a fragile piece of glass. He leaned down, pressing a firm kiss onto my lips.

       I happily kissed back, his arm snaked around my waist, the other still holding my cheek. "Let's skip math," he whispered to me with a smile. He grabbed my hand , leading me out into the school field.