𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒓 ✞𝑡𝑜𝑚 𝑘𝑎𝑢𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑧✞

part twenty-three

Due to the pair leaving the curtains open, the early morning light projected fragmented shards of light onto the messy pile of sheets. Beneath them, Robyn groaned, pulling the comforter over her eyes, harshly turning away from the window. Attempting to resume her sleep, she suffocated herself beneath the hot fabric until it was unbearable and she felt the hot air inside the bed smother her. Frustrated, she peaked her head through the opening in the sheets and slightly opened one eye to gaze into the room. Confused, she adjusted to her surroundings now opening both eyes and scanning her bedrooms interior. Firstly, her eyes found the scattered pile of various clothing sprawled over her floor, quickly jogging her memory of the previous night with Tom.

Yawning slightly, she lifted her head from the mattress only to find him not laying beside her in the bed. As she did this, the faint melodies of guitar strings filled the early silence, causing her to squint over to where the sound originated from. Sitting promptly upon her window seat, she smiled as she saw a half naked Tom comfortably propped with her dad's black guitar in his lap. In the streaks of light, she saw how his hair remained naturally down, tumbling over one shoulder as he leaned down into the guitar to concentrate. Seeing this, she watched how his fingers articulated over the strings tenderly, sliding his hands along it's body as he strummed soft cords. Due to it being an electric, it sounded gentle and melodic without the assistance of a speaker, only making Robyn smile more as she watched him play. After a few chords, Tom's brows furrowed slightly as he shifted his hands over to a notebook beside him and scribbled something down. After doing so, his gaze flicked briefly over to Robyn causing him to do a slight double take and a nervous smile.

"Sorry, did I wake you?" he chuckled slightly, flashing his innocent smile.

"No, not at all" she smiled, feeling her throat dry from sleep. "What time is it?" she groaned, rubbing her temple.

"Early, probably 5. I couldn't sleep" he explained "hope you don't mind" he gestured to the guitar.

"No, play away. It's probably just gathering dust sitting there" she smiled, seeing how he cutely placed the notebook on the bed and carefully rested the guitar against the wall, before stretching as he stood. As he groaned and twisted his frame, Robyn couldn't help but scan over his tanned body, seeing as though she couldn't really see him fully last night between the darkness and her blurred vision when high.

"Those pills were insane" he chuckled, slumping down onto the bed next to her "I was so fidgety and couldn't sleep so I just started coming up with stuff" he pulled the notebook onto his lap, creasing the edges of the paper as he flicked through.

"I read some of your writing. You're really fucking good" he smiled, turning to face her up close.

"Well" she shrugged "When I'm high I just come up with stuff too" she smirked sarcastically.

"No, like you're really good" he reiterated, flicking back to one of the pages which Robyn had written reams of aimless sentences.

"I liked this one the most. I'm guessing about Jay?" he asked, shuffling closer to her in the bed and presenting the notebook.

After recognising the first few lines, her heart immediately dropped realising this is what she had written for Elliot.

"I don't even remember writing that" she lied "half of the stuff in there is just nonsense" he chuckled, closing the book in an attempt to shut down the conversation.

"Are you gonna be a writer?" he asked, getting comfortable beneath the sheets beside her. She sighed, pushing air through her teeth as she thought.

"Maybe, some day" she shrugged.

Eyes now heavy, he slid one arm beneath her neck and fastened the other over her stomach, turning her slightly so that he was now behind her and she lay in his arms on their sides. He deeply sighed into her body, pulling the comforter over the two of them more comfortably and pulling her frame against his.

"You should" he whispered tiredly into her back before closing his eyes and breathing heavily as they drifted back into sleep.

~*~

After slipping on some shorts and the white tank top from last night, Robyn followed Tom down stairs, surprised to hear voices in the kitchen. It now being nine am, she yawned as she descended into the kitchen, seeing Georg and Lena tiredly sitting at the barstools as Gustav faced the stove. Disheveled and static, Georg's hair was in disarray, wildly expanding over his shoulders and standing up right from his head as he huddled over a plate and shovelled the food into his mouth hungrily. Beside him, Lena sipped at a coffee, her eyes slightly blackened with makeup residue but looking fairly put together.

She was first to notice the pair, smiling from behind her coffee cup as she nudged her boyfriend beside her. Unbothered, Georg paused looking up from his food briefly seeing them before returning to eating.

"Here they are" she practically sung, making Tom wince and shield one of his ears.

"French toast?" Gustav's low voice bluntly offered as Tom slid onto a bar stool and Robyn selected a mug from the cabinet. Smiling, she approached the stove, seeing how he had accumulated two frying pans and a bowl that contained beaten eggs with cinnamon and sugar soaking into slices of bread.

"I got hungry, hope you don't mind" he shrugged with a smile "Georg smelt food and immediately woke up, so we've all eaten"

"No, I'm impressed. You're a good cook" she stifled a laugh, pouring herself a mug of black coffee from the machine. She turned leaning on the counter as she smiled at the three sat on the barstools.

"So" Georg announced once he had finished eating "You two had fun last night" he teased, raising his brows over to Tom. "That wall is not as sound proof as you think"

This rewarded him a firm slap on either shoulder from both Tom and Lena. She rolled her eyes with a tut, widening her eyes over to Robyn. Sorry she mouthed, apologising for her boyfriends behaviour. Robyn simply gave a sheepish laugh and took the plate of french toast from Gustav, sliding it over to Tom before grabbing the second one for herself.

"How's Bill?" Tom asked after a mouthful.

"Here he is now" Gustav smiled, signalling to the doorway to the basement where Bill was stood. Still in the clothes from last night, Bill appeared paler than ever, his eyes blackened with half wiped off makeup and his hair even more astray than Georg's. His frame slouched over tiredly as he walked, his eyes still squinting and brows furrowed in the morning light.

"Morning sunshine" Georg teased, sitting back and folding his arms as he laughed at his friend.

"You look like something just ate you and shit you right out" Gustav remarked, resting his forearms on the table after switching off the stove.

"I know I know, Ha ha very funny" he groaned in annoyance, joining the group around the kitchen island.

"How you feeling?" Lena asked, trying to shield her laugh behind her coffee cup.

"Like shit" he spoke bluntly, rubbing his temple with a sigh.

Chuckling slightly, Robyn joined him at his side with a cold glass of water and two aspirin.

"Thank you" he smiled down at her "Sorry about your carpet" he winced in embarrassment, flashing his teeth.

"It was ugly anyways" she shrugged with a chuckle.

"You better be feeling better soon Bill." Lena spoke "You guys are recording today"

In reply, Bill simply wined and slumped his head down into his arms on the counter with a groan.

Laughing at his brother, Tom smirked over at Robyn, smugly biting at a piece of french toast from his fork. She could tell she was beginning to fit in with his friends.