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

// ~ 24

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★.       After I left the Kaulitz house, well, after Tom dropped me off at home. I changed into some of my clothes and made my way down to a building in downtown LA. Me and Ari used to have this place we'd go to all the time, and I know I still go there, so I'm hoping Ari would too.

        It was an abandoned record shop, where we'd go and blast music and do all sorts of dumbass things, especially cause we were just kids at the time. I got out of my car and walked inside, playing one of our favorite songs, and waiting.

        Eventually, I heard the door to the shop open, and the bell jingling, and I looked over. Ari made her way inside and stopped immediately in her tracks, looking at me. I stood my ground, and she narrowed her eyes, shutting the door.

        “Why are you here?.” She questioned, and I raised my eyebrow, guessing Bill rubbed off on me a bit.

        “Why are you here?” I asked back, she scoffed and mumbled ‘like I'd tell you’ and began making her way to a shelf with old, dusted records. “You know before Tom, we were really good best friends, before anything, you and I had a bond.”

        “Yeah, so?” She asked. “So???!!” I yelled. “What do you mean, SO?? Ari you gave up everything, I mean, what about that one boy you were talking to. You really liked him, but had to take the one guy that was really interested in me”

★.       “You don't get it, Y/n. I didn't even like Tom, I was just doing it for money” She claimed, and that's when I felt my face burst into flames, well not literally, but, you know what I'm trying to say here. “Money?” I asked. “You were using him for MONEY??”

        “Well yeah, but then eventually he went back to you so I had no money, and the reason I even stalked you guys so bad was because I just couldn't let it go.” She talked back.

        “You speak calmly as if this is a good thing” I spoke, lowly. Realizing the only thing Ari wanted Tom for was money was pretty shocking, and made me really mad.

        “Besides I wasn't even friends for you either, I just wanted to get closer to your brother” She responded, and that's when everything stopped.

        “KIERAN??? Seriously. You're such a bitch.” I yelled, she took a record down from the shelf, and switched it out with the one on the record player. Leaning against the wall.

        “I'm leaving California, and I'm moving to Florida. So you won't have to worry about me” She said, walking out. I know, I wanted to fight her, and I know whoever's reading this right now is probably mad I didn't beat the everlasting lights out of her skull, but the thing is I couldn't. Knowing someone I called my best friend wasn't even my best friend and just used me, as well as used someone I loved, that shit hit like a fucking tank.

★.        Though, I was happy we wouldn't see her, and I know that feeling isn't gonna excuse the fact I didn't just pumble her ass to a pulp, but fighting her wasnt gonna make me happy either. I turned off the record player and exited the record shop, returning to my car and sitting inside. I wasn't sad, I was just disappointed, disappointed that she'd do something like that. Disappointed what we had wasn't even real to begin with..then I cheered up, I didn't need her, I never did.

        I have them. I have those four boys that make everything seem to go away, I have that one boy that makes the world seem like it was just the two of us.

                   I had Tom. I had Tom, Bill, Georg and Gustav..and they're all I'm gonna ever need.