The One Who Controls | Tom Kaulitz

Are You Ready?

"That was good as hell."

"Girl I know, I'm an amazing cook." Taylor says as she bows. I laugh at her and look at the clock. It was already 12.

"Shit we have to go get ready!" I say to her as we run up the stairs laughing.

Tom was already in the room, buttoning his clothes. My jaw dropped. He was in a dark navy suit with a matching tie and a big silver watch. He had taken off his bandanna, revealing his entire dreads.

I stopped staring and went to the closet. The waiting to wear this dress, finally done. Taking off my other clothes, I noticed the scars on my wrist. It had been awhile since I thought about them. I shook it off and slipped up the dress. Shit the zipper.

"Tom?" I called out. He walked into the room and looked me up and down.

"Zip me up?" I asked sweetly as I turned around and pushed my hair away. He slowly zipped it up, the tension in the air was thick.

"Are you ready?" He asked me as I finished putting on my heels.

"I guess so."

He held out his arm and I took it. We stood at the top of the stairs. I was amazed. The whole place filled with people, with fancy clothes and waiters handing out drinks to everyone. They even had a live singer. It was like 1920s but modern. Now I saw the excitement with this. We caught everyone's eyes as we slowly walked downstairs. Like King and Queen to the people. I felt so awkward, all these eyes on me. Half of them could kill me. All the most powerful people in one house, terrifying.

We reached the bottom of the stairs and Tom let go of my arm to go talk to his guests. How typical. I found Taylor through the crowd at the bar and immediately hugged her.

"You weren't kidding, I see why you get excited about this."

"I told you." She replies laughing. I wave the bartender over and order two shots to start. I'm not going through this night sober. One down, two down, a lot more to go.

"So that's how this night is going, your gonna be blasted?"

"Toms to caught up in business to worry about so me so I'm taking every chance." She agreed and ordered 4 more shots. Two more down the hatch. I could already feel it hitting me.

"Yes!" I slightly yelled as Taylor gave me another shot. I needed this. Getting dressed up and drunk. Just like I was at the club again, with no worries holding me back.

I ordered a mixer and took it with Taylor's hand. We got on the dance floor and slowly swayed listening to the singer. She sang slow and sweet. I finished my drink and felt very fucking drunk. Everything was fuzzy.I clutched onto Taylor to prop myself up not to fall right now.

"Shit I gotta pee!" I tell her as I push through the crowd of people and fall into someone.

"V where are you going?" Tom asked me as he held me.

"The bathroom." I replied giggling..

"Fuck your drunk, really v! Damn it, I'll take you. Come on." He tugged on my arm and brought me to the bathroom, closing the door behind us. He dropped his hand and I immediately fell to the ground laughing.

"Veronica! Get up."

"I have to pee thoughhhh."

"Then get up before you go on the floor."

"I can't, I need help." He sighs and lifts and holds me by the waist, unzipping the dress. Fuck this man, why did I feel this way when I was drunk. He let it slide to the floor as I looked up at him.