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

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★.         A/N: Before I begin this chapter I'd just like to say that this is a Tom fanfic guys 😭 I can't promise y/n's relationship with Bill especially because it isn't planned. The whole thing is following a plot. Y/n is going to be with Tom. However, for those who don't know I did confirm a Bill Fanfiction which should come out next month since I'm already working on so much, I'm promoting to hs and can't do a lot rn. Thank you!!

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                  JULY 26TH ; 7:46AM

★.         I sat on my bed, waiting for mom to hurry and finish getting ready so we could go out to get food. While I was there, my phone buzzed. I went to check what it was, it was a message from Tom.

         I turned the bottom half of my phone into a keypad, opening the message.

       Tom: Hey, are you busy?

          You: I'm about to get ready to go somewhere with my mom,, what happened?

        Tom: I want to show you something

          You: Okay, make it quick though.

        Tom: I'm already outside.

         You: Okay then.

        Tom: :)

★.      I walked downstairs, mom was still in the shower so I guess I had some time to see what contraption or gift Tom had given me to beg for forgiveness still. I opened the door and looked at him standing in the doorway.

         He looked me up and down and gave me a quick smile. “You look beautiful” He said.

         I raised my eyebrow and gave him a quiet thank you, he told me to close my eyes and so I did. He reached over, grabbing my wrist gently and leading me outside to the edge of the sidewalk. I wonder what he got me, could it be a bike? A motorcycle? A new skateboard?

          I opened my eyes, and there it was, in the sunlight, existing..a new, CAR!!! I gasped and looked at Tom, then at the car, it was my favorite car! I ran down to the driver's seat, opening it and getting inside to look at the interior.

         Tom walked over, leaning on the door. I got out and stood up, looking at him.

        “TOM!! This is amazing!” I exclaimed. He licked his teeth and nodded his head.

         “I wasn't sure which car you would've liked, so I just got whichever car I thought you would like” He responded.

        “Tom, this is literally my favorite car ever”

        “Well then I guess I picked good”

        I gave Tom a hug, and he hugged back. He handed me the car keys and told me he had to run, so we said goodbye and he walked away.

        I ran back inside and saw mom standing near the doorway, looking at me.

        “That one bought you a car, still confused?” She asked cockily, placing her hand on her hip. I sighed and set the keys down. I mean she was right, Tom got me a car, a whole CAR. An expensive, luxury, latest model car.

        “It's not a guarantee, mom. C'mon, I'm starving” I said, she shook her head and grabbed her things. We walked out to the driveway and I got in my car, I wanted to give it a little test drive. She squinted her eyes and followed my lead, getting into the passenger seat.

                  11:45AM

★.        “...And that's basically everything” I ended, sipping my tea. Mom took a drink of her coffee and nodded her head.

        “Sounds like this Tom guy is pretty good, Bill's also nice though” She answered back.

        “That's the problem!” I yelled, taking a bite of my f/b/f (favorite breakfast food). She set her coffee down and ate a piece of her pancakes, setting the fork down.

        “Well, if all of this started because of Tom, and he's trying to change himself, and gave you an expensive gift to add onto his apology? I'd go for him. You and Bill can still remain friends, right? There's no issue in friendship” She said back, placing her hands on the table and fixing her hair. I nodded my head, she was right.

        I could tell Bill that I like him and all, but we can remain friends. I'm sure he'd understand, I mean he knows how I did everything I did for Tom.

        “I'll tell him this afternoon” I answered. Mom smiled. We sat in silence for the rest of the morning, eating our food.

                       I guess I'm choosing Tom.