The Princess and The Guitarist // Tom Kaulitz x reader (y/n)

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                     12:45PM

★.         We arrived back in California soon enough, the five of us were still a little woozy from the hangover issue, but we were well enough. A flight attendant walked over to Tom and I, getting shaking us awake. When we awoke, we realize we had somehow interlocked hands during our nap. I quickly pulled my hang back and stood up, grabbing my bag, Tom following and grabbing his.

         “Don't like holding hands?” He asked in a mocking way as we got off the plane, walking through the airport, Bill, Georg and Gustav following close behind.

         “I never said that” I scoffed, making my way to the doors and walking outside, squinting my eyes a little from the sun. “It was just, unexpectedly weird”

         “What's weirder is how we ended up in the same bed” Tom said, standing next to me, rocking back and forth on the back of his foot. I gave him a glare and he chuckled, poking me gently. “As in sleeping sleeping, not sleeping”

          “You know damn well that is NOT what you meant” I yelled back, Bill looked over at the two of us and raised his eyebrows. Why is he always raising his eyebrows..“Nothing, Bill”

           “I didn't even say anything” Bill answered, he seemed a bit drawn back from my response and placed his hand on his hip, his bag in the other. I rolled my eyes and walked down to the parking lot where Bill's car was. The rest of them shuffling quickly behind me. “Tommy, I don't wanna drive, can you”

           “Quit calling me Tommy” Tom said, snatching the keys from Bill and getting in the driver's seat. Bill sat in the back and gave me a look which told me to sit in the front, so I did. Leaving the three of them to sit in the back while Tom drove.

★.           We were few minutes into our drive, things were silent, I assumed we were all still tired so it was understandable. I laid my head down on the window and watched the scenery as we drove past a few buildings, but suddenly felt something heavy lay itself down on my thigh.

          When I looked over, I saw Tom's hand... TOM'S HAND??? TOM'S. HAND..? My eyes widened into saucers, I instantly froze up, what was I supposed to do. An attractive white boys hand was on my thigh, I've never had a hand on my thigh, was I supposed to accept it? Remove it? Get up and slap him in the face?

         I left his hand alone for the rest of the ride, and while it was there, I love speaking about his hand like it's a different person, but while it was there, I was thinking. What if Tom liked me? “Y/n” I mean it's a heavy possibility, but it's also not a possibility. “Y/n!” What if I'm just wrong and what if I'm embarrassing myself in my own brain.

           “Y/NNNNNNN.” The four of them yelled, and I quickly jumped from my seat, looking over. “You're home.” Tom said quietly.

           “Ahhh, right, sorry sorry” I stumbled, while opening the door and grabbing my things. “Thank you all so much! Call me.” I ran up to the front door, grabbing my keys and unlocking the door, turning around, they were still there, Bill, Georg and Gustav were messing around in the back, but Tom had his eye on me the whole time. I walked in and shut the door, looking out the window and watching Tom turn around and drive off. Was he waiting for me to get inside? WAS HE MAKING SURE NOTHING WAS HAPPENING TO ME?? AHHH

           I exhaled quickly and ran upstairs, setting my bag down on my bed, Genesis was laying on my floor so I gave her a pat and sat at my vanity. I didn't know what to really do so I gave up and took a shower, got in bed, and took a nap.

                   2:56PM

★.          I woke up to my phone ringing, and I couldn't find it. So after a few seconds of struggling to find it through my bed sheets, I flipped it open and looked at the Caller ID, it was Tom. I picked up and rubbed my eyes.

          “Tom?” I questioned, looking around and then at my Tokio Hotel poster, waiting for Tom to respond.

          “Hey, can we meet up at the park tonight? I wanna talk, and possibly show you something” Tom said, what could Tom possibly show me at night. “Meet me at, 10ish”

         “My mom, Tom” I said, sure, 10 was a good time to be out. But I just came home from an overnight one day trip, she probably won't agree. Or maybe she will, she trusts Tom enough.

           “Just sneak out” He answered, he sounded eager about it, so I honestly had no choice but to say I would do it.

          “Fine, I'll sneak out and go to this park or whatever so you can tell or show me something” I said, getting up from my bed and walking downstairs to make myself some food.

           “Thank you, I promise you will not regret it” He said, I could just see that teethy smile on the other end and I sighed.

           “No problem, I got you” I answered back, hanging up and closing my phone and grabbing my food, walking to the living room and turning on the TV.

                  Guess I'm gonna sneak out tonight, to see Tom.