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

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★.       A/N; Hey guys sorry for not posting recently I had so much shit to do. Anyways I just promoted from 8th grade yesterday so congratulate me. Anyways yay!! Also quick btw, this chapter IS short, sorry :((

                   JULY 26TH ; 1:25PM

★.         I made my way down to the Kaulitz house after breakfast. Course I was a bit nervous to how Bill would react when I tell him, but leading him on wouldn't do any good either.

        I got out of my car and made my way up to the front door. When I knocked, Tom had opened it.

        “Y/n! Surprise seeing you here. You look lovely, how was breakfast?” Tom said, taking my bad and setting it down, letting me inside.

        “Breakfast was great, and thank you” I responded. Tom nodded and shut the door, moving his dreads to the side and looking at me. “I uh, need to talk to Bill”

         “Oh, yeah sure he's in his room” Tom said, I thanked him and walked upstairs and over to singular black door with a giant star on the front. Which symbolized Bill's room, only cause he seems like the type to have a black door with a star.

         I lifted my hand and knocked on the door, hearing things shuffling and a quick bang followed by an “ow.” Bill opened the door and looked at me, then down at himself. He was wearing just his boxers. He quickly shut the door and I widened my eyes. After a minute he reopened the door, with actual clothes on, and let me in.

        “I've came to talk..” I said, sitting down on his bed. He shut the door and walked over to me, sitting down and placing his hand on my knee, waiting for me to say something.

        “Bill, you're a wonderful person, but—”

       “But we can't be together, I know” He said, looking up at me and moving his hair from his face. I nodded slowly and watched him.

        “I still would like to be friends, I mean, you've been the best friend I've had. That is, now, I mean after Ari and all.” I answered back.

        “That's okay, friends is good. Best friends is even better, as long as our friendship doesn't change” Bill said, I let him know nothing would change and he smiled. I got up and left his room and went over to Tom's room, opening the door.

★.        Tom was laying on his bed, listening to music. I walked inside and shut the door behind me, he looked over and smiled, sitting upright.

        “You mind if I change into some of your stuff?” I asked, Tom nodded and watched as I went to his closet and picked out some things. Tom's room was pretty nice, he had a few guitars put on display, hung on his wall, his bed was grey and white, but messy almost all the time. He often had a few shirts and boxers on the floor but not all the time, and he had a boombox and a music player on a paper filled desk.

        Tom got up and picked up some clothes from his floor while I changed into his extra large baggie Icecube shirt and a pair of his grey and white boxers. I jumped onto his bed and laid down and he set his stuff into a basket, getting back on his bed and laying next to me, placing his arm around my shoulder.

★.         We listened to music for about an hour, while talking about stuff we did before and just laughing. Eventually, it got late, and Tom fell asleep on my chest. I decided to stay the night and so I reached for my phone, calling my mom and telling her I'd be crashing at a friend's.

        About 50 minutes after Tom fell asleep, I got sleepy. And eventually, I drifted off to sleep.

                  See you in the morning, Tom Kaulitz.