𝙱𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝙰𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 (reader x Tom Kaulitz)

Chapter 3

"I can’t believe that I just saw him” sentence was on repeat in my mind all the time. I couldn’t even listen to the music. I didn’t even care that Giulya and the others were jumping like maniacs behind me pushing me lightly. I tried to push it off, to get over it and just enjoy the music, but I just couldn’t do it. I didn’t even knew they continued with the band. I didn’t even knew they changed their band name. I haven’t spoken to them in 3 years. What was I supposed to say? How could I even talk to them after everything? What was I supposed to tell Bill? I didn’t even noticed the concert was over. I just heard Giulya’s soft voice telling me to come with them. Her beautiful green eyes were full of joy and her big perfect smile looked like it was painted on her face. I couldn’t say no. I couldn’t talk at all so she just grabbed my hand and dragged me after her to the backstage. Something in my mind was telling me this is not going to end well. But I brushed it off.

"OH MY GOOOOD I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS IS REAL" said Giulya who now was taking pictures with the whole band. The fuck am I suppose to do? I don't want to look like I know them, but at the same time it will be too awkward to act like this is the first time meeting them. Wait. What if they don't know who I am. Maybe they don't remember me. I can't say I changed that much but what if- "Hey" my thoughts are being interrupted by a deep voice. At first I thought is was Enzo, but he wasn't that tall. And that's when I realized who it was. Tom. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. What do I do? Ok, Y/n you have to calm the fuck down. Act like you didn't saw him. But he's standing right in front of me. "I'm Tom. Nice to meet you." he said while holding out his hand. HUH?! Is he playing with me? I look up at him. Damn I've missed those eyes. OMG NO Y/N WHAT ARE YOU THINKING. Ok then, two can play this game. "Hi! I'm Y/n, it's a pleasure to meet you." I said while shaking his hand. I've missed his hands too. I can't hold the eye contact anymore. But I don't like to lose. Fuck. I really don't like this. "Y/n?" I hear another voice. Bill. Thanks God. As much as I hate him, he really did saved me there. "Bill" I said while now looking at him. I can't hold it anymore. Please Y/n don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry. "Excuse me, I need to go to the toilet real quick." I said while litteraly running for my life.

"Damn" I said while looking in the bathroom mirror. "I handled the situation pretty good." I can't believe I did that. I should become an actress. I didn't knew I was able to hide my emotions that well. But here comes the actual hard problem. The after party. I need answers. Answers for the questions that are still killing me. And I'm going to find them soon. But not like this. "Some alcohol would help, wouldn't it?"  I looked one more time in the mirror, I knew I was strong and I could do this. I analyzed myself checking if everything was ok. "This short tight black dress really makes me look good." I told myself and then I left the bathroom.
They were waiting for me. A big black bus was waiting outside. All the way to the club that supposed to be all ours. I sat on the farest sit and thought about what I should do or say to get out of this situation. "I think too much" I told myself. But the thoughts and the voices were easily brushed of when I felt a big warm hand on my thigh.
"Hi, miss Emo! Why are you staying here alone?"
Thank god it was Bill not Tom.

Note

This is the outfit for the night, if you don't like it, feel free to change it however you want.