Sent from hell (Tom kaulitz story)

Chapter 15 - Flight of terror

The hassle of getting ready for tour was finally starting. The packing, the tour dates being set up, the hotel reservations and so much more.

The band and Anzelika met at the airport, Ky having driven Anzelika and her father to there, while the band had taken a limo.

Ky helped Anzelika out with her bags, which she hardly needed help with, being as strong as she was. She had two large suitcases. One filled with clothes, the other with toiletries and other such things. She also brought along one of her small backpacks, with things to keep her occupied on the plane.She gave Ky a kiss goodbye and gave him a hug. He held onto her tightly.

Ky and Anzelika had always been close growing up, them only having each other as friends for most of their life, which was a similarity they had shared with the twins, and also seeing that Anzelika never really liked anyone else, only enjoying a few things. Until the end of middle school, when Ky had found himself hanging out with a new group of kids, leaving her behind. This made her very upset. She felt betrayed. She felt abandoned , she felt alone... She wouldn't talk to him for a month, not a single word. It broke her not being able to talk to her own brother, her best friend. It was until one day, Anzelika saw a ex of Ky's bothering him, getting his face and screaming, blocking him from moving in any direction, as she began to hit him. Although Anzelika was upset with her brother, that had promised each other to protect the other from harm. When they were 6 years old and Anzelika and her brother were at the playground when a older boy pushed her off a swing causing her to scrape up her knees. As she sat up, holding her now bleeding knees, she saw Ky rush over and hit the boy in the head with a stick, causing him to run off and bawl. Ky got in trouble at school quite a bit due to his temper as well. He helped her up, and from that day they made a promise no one would ever hurt the other.
She didn't miss a beat, came up behind the girl, grabbed her by the hair and dragged her away from her brother. Later that night Ky thanked her, shocked as she muttered a "Yeah whatever" leading him finally to ask what was wrong. They talked for hours after that. She told him how she felt, he apologized and then went on talking how they always had. They grew much closer after that, but she still shut other people out, keeping her tough front up. The band was the first group of people she had opened up to, other than Ky and her family.

They pulled away from the hug and she kissed him on the cheek.

Her and her father grabbed there bags, after  they gave Ky one last goodbye hug.

Everyone had there bags and tickets checked, and they began to board the plane.

She shoved her suitcases in the overhead, thankful they fit and looked for her seat.

4A. She went up a bit in the aisle, passing her father and Georg who were engaging in a conversation. She then found her row, which was kitty corner from her fathers seat, and she suddenly stopped in her tracks as she went to take her bag off her shoulders

You've got to be fucking kidding me

Tom sat in the seat right next to hers. This flight was already off to a bad start. She glanced over to where Bill and Gustav were, across the aisle. She caught Bills attention her eyes darting from Tom back to him with a "is this a joke" look on her face. Bill only shrugged and mouthed I'm sorry, and turned back to Gustav, who had been cursing in very angry German at his chair, which wasn't comfortable at all.

God hates me

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The flight wasn't that bad so far, seeing how Tom fell asleep about 20 minutes after they took off.

Anzelika decided to take a nap as well, seeing how the flight would last a few hours. She turned on her music, propped up a pillow and made herself comfortable. It wasn't even a few minutes later that she was asleep. She awoke to someone shaking her shoulder gently.

"Wake up dummy"

Recognizing those words, she knew it was Bill. Her eyes fluttered open as she yawned and stretched deeply, her back now sore from the airplane seat. They had landed.
She quickly packed up her pillow and put away her phone and earbuds. Since they were in first class, they would be getting off last, so that gave them plenty of time to grab there stuff. Her father and the other boys, excluding Tom were heading off the plane. Tom had stood up, leaning against the rim of the plane ceiling, trying to hold himself up, still tired. He then let out a yawn, grabbed his bags and started to move towards the front of the plane. Anzelika meanwhile had been getting her bags from the overhead, struggling with the second one. She pulled on it, it finally loosening and fell back slightly at the weight. At the same time, Tom had been attempting to squeeze by her. As she stumbled slightly backwards, her back meant his front, pressing against him. They both froze for a few seconds. Tom gulped and she squeezed her eyes shut, tensing at the touch. She was the first to move, grabbing her bags in a frantic manner, mumbling a "sorry" as she rushed off.

Why the fuck does this keep happening

She whispered to herself, out of earshot.

Tom stood there for a few seconds before rubbing the back of his neck, hoping his baggy pants would hide his now growing boner, due to the fact her ass had pressed well into him. His mind was denying something his body wasn't, as he tried convincing himself it was just natural, human thing right?

This war is going to kill me

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The car ride to the hotel was short and sweet. It was one of the best hotels in the city. They would be spending a few nights here until the tour bus was ready.

The band had an entire floor to themselves, while the rest of the music team had a few rooms on the floor below them.

As promised, Anzelika would be sharing a room with Bill on the very end of the hall, Toms room next door, his room adjoining with Georg's and then Gustav's room was on the very end, all of the rooms wrapping around the floor. Each suite had a king size bed, a canopy hanging over with champagne colored curtains and a pearl white bed spread. Outside stood a balcony, overlooking the city, the view breathtaking. There was a living area with a very large couch, that could've so easily been a bed and a chair, with a dark coffee table sitting in the middle, all facing towards a TV. Next to the TV was a small fridge and microwave. The bathrooms were quite large, having a massive tub and a standing shower, and a sink lined in a marble counter and the toilet oddly being in a separate part of the bathroom. There were 2 closets against the wall, facing the balcony, with a large mirror. Anzelika took it all in, amazed and taken away with the room. Bill had thrown his stuff on the couch and did a belly flop onto the bed, his dreads flying up and hitting his back with a slight sound as he landed. Anzelika giggled and put her largest suitcase which was full of clothes next to the closet she claimed as hers. She rolled the smaller one into the bathroom setting it next to the cabinets that lined the sink. She let out a huff and walked back out to the bed where Bill was, still face down, who was now passed out.

Anzelika realized she hadn't had a smoke since leaving Leipzig, which was 9 hours ago. She dug through her bag, finding her cigs and lighter, and went out to the balcony, closing the door quietly trying not to disturb Bill, but once again, who was she kidding, she could've slammed the door with a force of an earthquake and he still wouldn't wake up. She turned to the city and laughed as she lit her cigarette. She took in the view, admiring the buildings that surrounded the hotel. She held the cigarette in her mouth as she brushed her fingers up and down the dark woodwork of the balcony.  She sat with her thoughts for a few minutes, finishing her cigarette quite quickly.

She walked back into the room, stopping as she heard what she assumed was the thumping of the people above them. But she realized soon that it wasn't as she heard low groans and somewhat squealing coming from the room next door following the thumps, knowing exactly who it was coming from

Tom, stupid fucking man whore Tom

They hadn't even been there for an hour and he already claimed his prey. She couldn't even fathom how he got a girl so fast, but who knows. It was Tom of course. There were a bunch of girls waiting outside the hotel as they had entered,so who could guess that it was one of them. She rolled her eyes and gagged. She didn't get how a boy could act like that and think so highly of himself.

Ok I really need to get this story rolling along unless you guys enjoy the fillers and stuff lol.

Warning there will be smut in the next chapter