Him

Dangerous game.

(idk if i can another day without him, look at him.) 

Tom's POV: 
She walked out and she looked gorgeous. Gorgeous was a fucking understatement. I already knew what the dress, makeup and shoes looked like but I didn't see it altogether. She looked like a goddess. I walked over to her and said "You look hot" She looked at me studying my outfit and smirked. "You need a shirt" She said and turned to walk out the door. 'holy fuck the things this woman does to me.' I thought. I followed her out the door and out to my car. 

Aria's POV: 
This man knew what he was doing to me. He was wearing a leather jacket, with nothing under it, showing off his body. He was wearing black baggy jeans and they were sagging, showing his black boxers. He was wearing a black bandana with white patterns in it. I wanted him to do anything he wanted to me. I wanted him so bad. 

(i love this pic of tom shut up.)

I got into his car and he walked around to the drivers side. I stared at his abs for a second before he caught me. "Like what you see love?" He asked, smirking. "No, I was just thinking you should put a shirt on. I don't think people wanna see you like that." I said, waving my hand at his torso. "Right, the girls love it though." He said as he started the car, waiting for Gustav and Mary-Anne to pull out of the driveway. "Why don't you, Aira?" He asked as he kept one hand on the steering wheel and letting his arm rest on the glovebox. "Sorry I'm not like your whores you bring home every night." I said turning my head to look at him. "Ich könnte dich zu einer meiner Huren machen"- I could make you one of my whores. He said in German, and I scoffed. "Ich würde lieber nicht"-I would rather not. I responded back to him in German. "Ya know, most girls would die to even be in the same room as me. You, your different. You act like I don't bother you." He said, "Oh no you do. I'd rather not be in the same room as you. Even if I was in a life or death situation." I said. "Ouh, that's harsh Aria Miller." He said, smirking again. "You know you want me." "Well your wrong. I'd rather marry a worm." I said huffing. I was lying of course. I was a good liar though, so he couldn't tell. "You're sure there's not some feelings there behind your walls?" He asked sounding interested. "Positive." I said crossing my legs. "Hm." He said sounding disappointed. God, how I wanted him. I didn't wanna see him talking, looking, or even THINKING of any other girls besides me. I would murder every bitch he ever came into contact with. "So, you don't wanna go in together right?" He asked in a flat tone. "No, yes, no like no I don't and yes your right." I fumbled over my words and he chuckled. "It's a simple question Aria. There's not gonna be anyone there besides Bill and the band." He said. I groaned and said "Fine, minimum distance between us six feet. You're either walking in front or behind me." I rolled my eyes and looked at him. He was already looking at me and my breath hitched. 'I loved his beautiful brown eyes on me.' I thought and smirked. He turned his eyes back on the road when the light turned green. 

We sat in silence for the rest of the ride, but I took glances at him every so often. 'he's so fucking perfect.' I thought. He was, everything from his smile, to his fucking feet. I know that sounds weird as fuck but I swear to God he didn't have one single fucking flaw. Except that he was a man-whore but I didn't mind that. I just wanted to be his and he be mine. 

Tom's POV:
God how I wanted to put my hand on her fucking thigh so bad. The closest I could get was resting my hand on the center console. I sped up wanting to get to the house and get out of the car before putting my hand on her thigh. My hand started squeezing the steering wheel, my knuckles turning white. She looked like she didn't care we were going 100 mph on an open road. In fact she rolled down her fucking window and put her hand out. 'fucking lunatic.' God she was so hot. I wanted her so bad. I didn't care about any other girl besides her. I wanted her. All of her, her entire body and everything. 

I slowed down as we neared the house and she looked disappointed that we had slowed down. I turned into the driveway and stopped the car. She pulled down the sun visor and opened the little mirror that was installed in all cars, and started fixing her hair. My first instinct was to fix it for her, but I stopped myself. "You ready, or you gonna keep staring at yourself?" I asked, rolling my eyes. I'd rather her stare at me. "Yes. You can always go in without me ya know." She said, turning her head towards me and rolled her eyes. "Keep fucking rolling your eyes at me like that and I'll show you how far fucking back they can go." I said, my German accent was strong as fuck when I said that, but she scoffed and went back to fixing her hair. "Aria, let's go." I said harshly. "Ok, jeez. I'm fucking getting out now." She said bitterly and got out of the car, I sighed and got of the car, following her. "Six feet kaulitz." She said as she pushed my bare chest, walking me back probably six feet from where she was standing. Her hands lingered for a seconds, "Like what you feel Aria?" I asked smirking. She looked up at me and said "Ew no. I was just doing the math on whether or not you were six feet away from me." I bent down, near her ear and whispered, "Sure you were, so moving your fingers on my chest is you doing math?" She shivered and smirked. "Yes, actually, I was counting." She said before walking off. I didn't know if she hated me or wanted me anymore. She was good at giving mixed signals. But two can play at that game, and Aria Miller was playing a dangerous game.