|Die for you.| Tom Kaulitz

009

As soon as the words left Toms mouth, I felt as if I had been shot in the heart. I stood there dumbfounded, probably with the stupidest look on my face. I ran my hands over my face and let out a deep sigh. Tom was still standing in front of me with a pleading look on his face.

"Tom... I- I don't know what to say."

"You can say yes."

"I'm happy with James.. I cant do that to him."

Toms face dropped as James's name left my mouth. I gave him a glare and stood up straight now. He let his head drop down and looked at the floor, searching for something to distract his eyes with.

"You were supposed to be mine." He said quietly, his presence feeling tense and uncomfortable.

"I was never yours, and I never will be. James is actually nice to me." I spat out.

Tom immediately shot his head back up and glared at me, he was so all over the place. He was now angry and even more tense than before.

"Okay, I get it now. You want Mr fucking nice guy, to hold doors open for you, carry your bag for you, and tuck you into bed at night. I'm not that Ava, but I know that every second that you're mine will be spent making sure that you have every pleasure this world can offer. You would be safe, healthy, and well taken care of. I can promise you that."

The cold but sincere tone in his voice made my bones shiver, this was the most honest he's ever been with me. It pains me to even think he's right, that maybe I do like the guy thats rough around the edges, unpredictable, and sometimes a complete asshole. Tom was the embodiment of that, he was so charming yet so mysterious. I just don't know if I could admit it to myself, let alone Tom himself.

"I think that our time has come and gone, we are not meant for each other. It's time for you to move on." I said flatly, hiding my emotion the best I can. It hurt to say this, but I know that Tom and I being together would be a mistake.

Tom looked like I had just ripped his heart out and stomped on it, all I wanted was to tell him I'm sorry and give him a hug. I wanted to kiss away all his sorrows and tell him everything he wants to hear. That would be foolish, I can't give in to my desires.

He shook his head and quickly walked away from me, cologne and cigarette smoke gusting into my nose. I sighed and leaned back against the wall, my whole body feeling numb. I hate that I feel like this over him, it feels so wrong but so good at the same time.

**

I pulled into my driveway after a very thoughtful car ride, I couldn't shake Toms sad face from my thoughts. It was making me feel sick, I felt like I did something to terribly wrong.

I slowly climbed out of my car and trudged my way inside, I threw my keys down on the nearby table and slammed my body down on the couch. This night seriously couldn't have gone worse.

The feeling of regret was haunting me, keeping me from doing anything but just laying still on the couch. I just wanted to go back in time and make everything different. Why did this feel like a break up?

About an hour later I heard James open the door and walk inside, I couldn't face him right now. I decided to pull a blanket over myself and pretend to be asleep. Obviously this seemed pathetic, but he would nag me about whats wrong until I spill everything and embarrass myself.

His footsteps came closer and stopped once he reached the living room, I heard a light chuckle as he leaned down and planted a soft kiss on my temple. I was internally blushing, James was always good at sweet gestures like this. It was one of my favorite things about him. He switched the light off and shut the bedroom door behind him softly. I threw the blanket off of my face and ket out a long breath.

I sat awake for a while until I felt my eyes getting heavy, slowly becoming less tense. I was starting to feel less like I was trapped in a cage and more like I was laying on a bed of clouds. Slowly my thoughts stopped racing and I drifted off to sleep.

**

The next morning was quiet, the house felt cold and lonely.  James must have left because he would normally be the one waking me up with breakfast. I sighed and lifted myself off the couch, my feet touched the cold floor and I immediately felt uncomfortable.

I walked over to the kitchen and opened the fridge, I decided on a simple bowl of cereal and some coffee. I sat down at the kitchen island and started scrolling mindlessly on my phone.

I averted my gaze to the mail stacked neatly beside me, but something was out of place. There was a folded up piece of paper hiding in between the random trash mail. I pulled it out and slowly unfolded it, it was a letter.

A love letter?

Who the hell is Natasha?

My skin felt like it was burning, my heart beating out of my chest. I snatched my phone and called James.

"Hey baby I'm just getting some coff-"

"Who is Natasha?" I felt like I was literally going to explode at this point.

"Uh.. I- uh I don't know what you're talking about honey" His voice was shaky and nervous.

"James, don't bullshit me right now. I found your fucking love letter hiding in the mail."

"Okay, it's not what you think. Just let me get home and we can talk about this."

"You know what? No. I don't want to see you right now, i'm leaving."

I hung up before he had a chance to talk and hurriedly shoved as many of my belongings into a bag as possible. I rushed out of the house and hopped in my car, pulling out of the driveway and driving without a destination.

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A/N

Hi guys! This chapter is definitely kind of short but I've had a bit of writers block.
anyways, please leave any comments on what you like or don't like. also, what you'd like to see happen in this story. Any comments are appreciated. Thank you for reading!