THE TOM KAULITZ BRUV (x Fem Y/N)

Chapter 18

She walked out of the room. Leaving thw three sleeping boys by themselves. She wondered for a second where could Tom have walked off to, realising she should just check his room first cause it was the closest.

As she walked towards his room bracing herself for what could happen she knocked on the door. A muffled "come in" could be heard. As she walked in she say Tom laying on the bed face down as if the worst thing in the world has happened.

"Hey..? Is everything okay? I mean you walked out looking kinda...." She didn't kniw how to finish her sentence.

"Yeah. I'm fine." The boy turned laying on his back propping his head with his arms so he could get a better look at the pretty girl in front of him. He looked her up and down completely forgetting the drawings.

As y/n looked back at him seeing his beautiful long lashes once more she realised something was off.. she couldn't quite put her finger on... OH it's the cap! She walked up to him stretching over his body, as his knees were bent at the edge of the bed, just so she could fix his caps position.

He quickly pulled his legs around her making her drop on the bed as he turned them around, now him on top of her, just inches between their faces.

Her breathing slowed, it slowed so much so that she didn't even know if she was breathing. He hovered over her, his breathing heavy, his eyes half covered.

The girl was to stunned to move. She didn't know if she saw rage or lust in his eyes, she didn't really care enough to look better. She felt his closeness and enjoyed it while it lasted.

She gulped, he noticed, his eyes moving down to her neck. His eyes still hooded. He huffed "You draw a random girl from memory, like twenty times, a girl with which you danced for like 20 minutes. Yet you can't draw one drawing of me? I guy you made out with. Twice now. Why?" He finished his teeth conecting in anger and jelousy.

"Are..? Are you jelous?" She whispered not wanting him to move. His eyes quickly moved up to hers. If looks could kill - she'd be dead.

He looked at her for a couple of seconds when one of his hands rose from the bed and hit it once more, hard. Her head moving lightly with the mattress under her.

He started moving away, not sure if he actually wanted to. She pulled him back.

"You can't fucking do that!" He raised his voice a bit still being pretty hush. "You can't pull me away just enough to tell me you want me then fucking draw that chick. Or or kiss me, then run in the other fucking direction. Why? You can't fucking do that... It's annoying. You're being a bitch and a fucking tease." As he finished the sentence he pulled away, except this time she didn't pull him back.

She stood up offended with his words. "Did you just call me a bitch?" She asked not believing her ears.

"Yes. I called you a fucking bitch. Cause that's what you fucking are!" He was now talking with his normal voice. Anger seeping from both his words and his tone.

"I'm a bitch? I'm a fucking bitch? Ohhhh so you want me to let you do what? Fuck me then leave me? Well sorry Tom but I'm not one of your hores. I'm not a slut to let you kiss me, or I don't know? Fuck me? Whenever you feel like it. So you know what? FUCK YOU!" She yelled storming out of the room angry at Tom angry at Bill for sleeping and angry at herself for ever choosing to walk in to his room, for ever choosing to kiss him, for ever choosing to feel something towards him.

She walked out of their house, going straight home. She got home, layed in her bed. She trashed in it a bit, hoping it would get some anger out of her. It worked a bit. She layed there staring at her ceiling. Feeling her phone vibrate from her hand.