Tom Kaulitz is a well known player who can't get a serious relationship, but everything is going to change when an other guitarist named Ivy Miller will meet him. is it Fate?
I woke up in my bed, a hand I recognized around my waist. Tom, shirtless in my bed, was trying to sleep as best he could.
what the fuck happened last night?
The last thing I remembered was that we were all drunk. I analyzed the clothes I was wearing: TOM'S T-SHIRT WITHOUT MY PANTS.
Oh God, I hope I didn't do what I think I did with him last night.
Seeing that I was fidgeting, Tom woke up and looked at me amused.
« Why are you laughing dickface? » I asked still in a bad mood.
He raised his hands in defeat, still with a big smile and said: « Well, hello to you too gorgeous. »
I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms on my chest.
« We didn't...? » I asked, scared of his answer.
« No, you were too drunk so I carried you to your room and gave you my t-shirt as pajamas. Don't worry, if one day it happens I'd like you to remember it... » he said, giving me a quick kiss on the lips.
thank god.
We looked at each other smiling for a few minutes like idiots, then I decided to get up to get dressed and make an inventory of what was left of my apartment.
He imitated me as he pulled on his pants and then looked back at me with a smile, arms crossed over his muscular chest.
« What? » I asked still searching for my pants. « I need my shirt... » he laughed.
oh
« Okay, turn around so I can take it off. » I ordered him. « We are still at this? You saw me with my shirt off so now I have to see you with your shirt off... rules are rules. » he said jokingly.
okay mister womaniser
I shrugged my shoulders, taking off my shirt as I continued to look at him. His eyes rested on my body, his mouth dropped to the ground. He didn't expect me to do it, and neither did I. I smiled satisfied and gave him back his shirt.
I got dressed, Tom's eyes still on me.
« Is there a problem mister? » I asked innocently. « I think I need a cold shower now. » he said.
I laughed and took his hand to lead him downstairs. We saw Bill and Christina, slumped on the sofa, with a good hangover.
Fortunately, they were the only people left in the apartment.
« How are you guys able to walk? » Christina complains.
I laugh as I make my way to the kitchen. Tom followed me like a little dog.
I made breakfast for the four of us while Tom stuck his hands around my waist.
We all sat down to breakfast and Bill began by asking us: « So your first real concert is tonight, where is it? Tom and I are craving to go!! »
« It is here in LA. I'll give you the address, I can't remember it right now... » I replied.
« Aren't y'all so excited? » says Bill with a big smile.
« We are, in fact I'm super stressed. But I know it's a great opportunity. » I said as I took a big bite of my food.
We were lucky. After the concert we gave at the festival, many people contacted us to become our manager. We found a perfect one, who planned this concert for us.
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Her name is Jennifer but she wanted to be called Jenny. She is 32 and very experienced. We got very close to her and considered her one of our own.
Tom placed his hand on my thigh and said: « I hope to be in the front row, I am your biggest fan after all... »
« You'll definitely be in front row babe. » I replied with a soft smile.
Christina continued to talk about the concert and why she was afraid while Tom continued to caress my thigh.
When the twins had to leave, Bill kissed my cheek wishing me good luck and Tom kissed me tenderly on the lips.
My God, he's a good kisser.
time skip
I was in my dressing room putting on my makeup when Jenny came, with a worried expression on her face.
« Ivy, we need to talk. » she said trying to catch her breath.
« You're scaring me rn, Jenny. » I replied.
« I want you to stay calm. I know this might not be the best time to show you this but I want to be as honest with you as much as possible. » she said, handing me a magazine.
I picked up the magazine, and saw the worst thing that could happen. I wanted to pass out. I felt my legs slip away.
The front page of the magazine showed a picture, taken last night, of Tom and I on my balcony, him shirtless and me with his shirt on. Probably when we were all drunk and he had given me his t-shirt as pajamas.
« Fuck. » I looked at Jenny, frightened.
What if Tom's fans hurt me because I dared to touch him?
My phone rang, I looked to see who was calling me: Tom.
« Have you seen it? » he asked worried. « Yeah, I think I'm about to faint. » I replied
« Let's just all calm down, okay? Focus on your concert and we'll talk about it later. »he said in a reassuring voice.
« Okay I'll see you later. » « Good luck princess. »
