𝙱𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝙰𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 (reader x Tom Kaulitz)

Chapter 4

"Bill" I said, not looking at him. "Are you crying?" "Oh.My.Fucking.God. You have no fucking idea how much I've missed you." I said while looking at him with teary eyes. "Oh my god, Y/n please stop. I'm gonna cry too. YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I'VE MISSED MY BEAUTIFUL BESTIE." Bill said while crying like crazy. "I hate your twin." I said while crying even more. "Yeah, I hate him too for breaking your heart." said Bill hugging me and crying like a little boy at the same time.

"I don't even want to know what happened back in the bus, but I think you two need to redo your makeup." said Giulya looking a little worried. "Yeah, you two look like some depressed emo kids, go and wash your faces." said Enzo, approving with Giulya. "Yup, you guys are right. Bill, let's go to the bathroom, we have to talk. A lot."
I'm glad I've taken my makeup products. I knew that I was going to cry a lot today. After Bill and I did our makeup, we talked about almost everything that we didn't do in these 3 years. I've missed talking and laughing with him.

Before we got to the club, I was so nervous because I didn't know how I was supposed to handle the whole situation. But now that I've talked with Bill, I feel more relaxed, I always liked the way he was easing my anxiety just by his presence.
"Ok so my plan for tonight is to fuck one of this four hotties, but not before you tell me how you already knew Bill." said Giulya who now was a little bit- I think more then a little drunk. "It's a very long story and I don't think you're sober enough, sooo we'll talk tomorrow." I said while taking down another shot of vodka. I don't even know how many of these I've taken, but I was already feeling dizzy.
As I was dancing with Bill on the dance floor, I could feel his eyes on me, but I didn't care. My plan for tonight is to feel good and Tom is not going to change that. I don't want to think of him anymore.

I entered the bathroom and I leaned against the sink counter. The alcohol was already doing its job, and I liked it. I looked in the mirror, my eyes were red, my hair was messy and the dress looked so good on me. I decided to wash my face because I knew that would make me feel fresh. I turned on the water and when I bent down towards it, I heard the door opening behind me. I thought it was Giulya so I didn’t stress too much, but when I looked again in the mirror, my heart dropped. It wasn’t Giulya, but it was the person that I tried to avoid all night long. Tom looked at me like it was the first time he ever saw me.
“You know you look so good in this dress, don’t you?” he said looking at me from head to toe. His eyes were full of lust and desire and I could see that he was playing with his lip piercing. I could feel the alcohol in his voice, but I knew the compliment he gave me wasn’t because of it.
“Can’t you just leave me alone?” I said as I tried to get out of the bathroom.
He grabbed my waist gently pulling me closer to him. I could smell the whole bottle of tequila that he just finished before I got into the bathroom, but I could also feel the smell of his strong cologne, the same one he used years ago.
“I won’t let you leave. Not until I know you’re still mine.”
“Oh, it's already been 3 years since then. Get over it already!” I told him like I was the one who got over and I tried to get out of his grip, but he tightened it and he pulled me even closer. Now I could feel his warm breaths and his heartbeats. I looked in his eyes and in the next moment, I found my arms around his neck as his lips were on mine. His kiss was passionate and full of desire. I wanted more of it, but at the same time I hated it and the fact that I let him win this time. The kisses were messy and sloppy. I could feel his tongue touching mine. His hands moved from my waist to my ass, gripping it, then they went lower on the back of my thighs. He lifted me up, making my legs wrap around him. I wanted him closer to me. I wanted there to be no space between us. I missed him. I missed everything about him. I was sitting on the sink counter, his lips were on my neck and one of his hands was between my legs sliding slowly under my skirt. The closer his hand got to the “heat point”, the more pleasure I felt. And guilt.
What the hell was I doing? We haven’t talked for years and now we are making out in the bathroom of a random club. I wanted it to stop, but it felt so good. I needed more, even though it was so wrong. He bit my neck making a little sound escape my mouth and his hand reached my lips covering them, making sure no other sound was getting out of me. The guilt was building up inside me. I couldn’t do this anymore. I pushed him away, I got off the counter, I fixed my dress and hair and I left the bathroom and then the club. I felt so bad for everything and I hated him even more. I can’t believe I did this…