•𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐨𝐲• {Tom Kaulitz x fem reader}

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞

I had left after a few minutes and gone back to the hotel with Tom, he then took me to the pool and then I went shopping with Gustav.

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"I hope you've all been practicing because we have to know this whole album for next months" kris sighs nervously. Our album would be broadcasted all over the world, cds, records, everywhere.

Leon had been advertising us everywhere he could and oh my god I've never taken so many pictures with fans at a fucking club.

"I think my parents wanna kill me, I've been nonstop singing since I wrote the lyrics" Faye groans, taking a sip of her tea. "Wait so are we all going to Germany at the same time?" I change the subject.

"You're going two days before us" Faye answers. "Leon's going back with us" Kris adds. "Ooohh right ok" I nod my head and lean back in my chair, quietly going through the chords to one of our songs on my guitar.

Kris sits back down at he drum set and starts aggressively bashing on the cymbal. I jump and turn to face the girl with the most disturbed look on my face. "What the fuck are you doing?" I ask.

"Get up I wanna practice" she demands. Faye rolls her eyes before standing up and excusing herself to go grab some more food for us all. I toss the strap of my guitar over my shoulder and stand up, readying my fingers at the starting chords.

I start off the song with a small solo then Kris starts beating the drums, we practice for a good few hours until we get bored and decide to go down to the club.

I had called Tom up and asked him to come with Bill, Gustav and Georg. Me and the girls walk down to meet them in there.

We all sit down at a table while Bill and Faye walk off to go grab us all some drinks. Tom places his hand on my thigh as he introduces himself to Kris, giving it a squeeze every few minutes.

Faye comes toddling over with a tray of about 10 alcoholic beverages, almost spilling the lot on herself when she makes a sudden stop. "Where's bill?" I ask. "He's getting more drinks!" She retorts with a evil grin.

I shake my head and laugh. "What's all this?" Tom asks point at the drinks. "Well there's vodka lemonade, disaronno and coke, strawberry daiquiris and some shots of henny" she answers.

"What's bill getting?" Gustav asks, looking slightly concerned for the well-being of his liver. "He's getting beers and more shots" she claps her hands and takes her seat between Georg and Kris.

Bill comes back and places all the drinks he got on the table, if anyone were to walk past and see this we'd definitely get cancelled for substance abuse. Oh well.

I grab a disaronno and coke and chug it down within seconds, being drunk was the only thing I wanted right now after the week I've had.

Everyone grabs a drink, Tom just sticking to some light drinking, beer ofc. I throw a few shots followed by a bunch of vodka lemonade down my throat before Faye grabs me and Kris. "Let's go dance!" She yells over the music.

We all agree and stumble over to where everyone was dancing.

The drink hits me after a few minutes, leaving me disoriented and completely plastered. I couldn't even remember what I had said the second before. Everything just seemed to turn into a blur as soon as I did it.

After a long twenty minutes of dancing we wonder back to the table where the boys are all laughing and absorbed in conversation. I take a seat on Toms lap and grab the last strawberry daiquiri from the table.

Toms hands sit on the very top of my thighs while he rests his chin on my shoulder. "We will have to take yn to our favorite place back in Germany!" Gustav says after a very long sip of his beer.

"I'd love that" I smile.

I finish another god knows how many drinks and take it upon myself to go up to the bar to buy a few more, god bless my soul please do not let me die 🙏🏻

I finally get to the bar and just as I'm about to order someone grabs my shoulder and turns me around to look at them. Tom?

"You've had enough to drink just come sit back down" he orders, his grip tightening on my arm. "You're not my dad" I smile and yank my arm away to order.

"Three shots of Malibu please" I slur, holding my cash out to the man behind the bar. He nods and take the money before turning away to make my drinks.

"Yn stop now, you don't need anymore" his hand takes mine but I'm quick to swat it away and roll my eyes, growing irritated that he wouldn't leave me be.

The man places the shots down in front of me and I wait no time tossing them into my mouth, my face cringing and contorting as I do so.

Then suddenly tom grabs my arm and bends over to toss me on his shoulder. "Tom put me down!" I scream, bashing his back with my fists.

He starts walking to towards our table, says goodbye to everyone then continues walking towards the door.

It takes him ages to get us to the hotel and that's where I start feeling bad. He'd carried me all the way back and insisted it was fine when I told him to put me down, even tho I had been rude to him only minutes before.

He opens his hotel room door and stands me back up on the soft carpet. I almost tumble backwards so he wraps my arm around his shoulder, his over hand holding my waist.

He sits me down on the bed and kisses my head. "I'm sorry Tommy" I whine, I felt so so bad for the way I had acted and spoke when he was only trying to help me.

I start to cry and he immediately bursts into laughter. "Shut up you dork" he teases before nudging my shoulder.

I sit there for a few seconds before the most horrible feeling bubbles up in my stomach. My mouth starts to water intensely, bile building up in my throat.

"You ok?" Tom asks when he sees my sickly manner. I don't answer, I just sit there trying to figure out wether im gonna be sick or not.

Then a liquid starts traveling up my throat..

I stand up and run as fast as I possibly can to the toilet, letting out the most diabolical load of sick of ever seen in my 18 years of breathing.

Tom let's out a sigh before coming to my aid and holding my hair back as well as rubbing my back comfortingly. "That's right, let it all out" Tom says in a mocking tone, knowing this is exactly what would happen.

He was most definitely proud of the fact that he had been right

"Cocky bastard" I manage to get out before yet again throwing my guts all over the toilet.