My Princess - A Tom Kaulitz fanfiction

9. On speaker

Amalia looked up and saw his brown eyes staring into hers. She without thinking quickly turned around and now facing the mirror. She took a good look at herself, and so did he.

"Why are your shirts so big? It looks like a dress on me." She noticed how he didn't answer it, nor looked like he was planning on answering it. She could feel his breathing on her neck, his gaze was fixed on her ears and hair. Tom removed a strand of hair from her collarbones, resulting in easier access to her exposed neck.

She turned around again. "Hello, that was my question."

Tom just smiled. "Your question is why do I wear big shirts?" Tom said laughing a bit. He said it like it was the dumbest question he had ever gotten.

"Yes," Amalia said hesitatingly. She tried to play it off cool, but she was deeply intimidated.

"Because I like it," Tom said blandly.

Amalia handed him his phone back.

"My question. Do you like to party?" Tom continued.

"Not really, I used to, but I got myself into some real shit last year, and now I rarely go out. And I'm not really a fan of big crowds. After Olivia spilt her drink all over me I actually just want to go home." Amalia did a little laugh to cut the tension between them but it was quickly consumed by the thick and warm air in the bathroom.

"I hate clubbing," Tom said.

"Really?"

"Yeah," there was a pause of them just looking at each other. "What do you say we get out of here?"

"No, it's my turn. Why don't you like clubbing? You're famous isn't that all you do?"

"Yes but not really."

"Care to elaborate?"

"Well, actually I'm kind of shy."

Amalia bursts out laughing. It was a bit exaggerated. "You? Tom from Tokio Hotel, shy? That's a joke."

"It's not. I know how it might seem like I'm this talkative charming guy, but I'm not."

"Well that's a lie, I have literally seen you, on-screen and on stage."

"Well on stage I don't talk to anyone, I'm in my own world. But on TV and in interviews I usually just put up the persona everyone expects me to have. Meeting fans is alright, I just have to say hi and look good." He said jokingly while smirking. "But clubbing, partying, drinking. Actually talking to new people, making connections. I'm not really good with words."

"That explains a lot."

Tom smiled awkwardly but didn't say anything. He just looked at her.

Amalia constantly felt forced to say something because he didn't. It was very irritating that all conversation depended on her. or so it felt like.

"Do you want to get out of here?" Tom asked

"Yes, we should get back down and meet with the other guys."

"No, I meant like, do you want to leave this club... with me?" Tom looked around avoiding her eyes.

Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe just the effect Tom had on Amalia, but it felt like her brain was lagging. Without thinking it through she said okay.

He smiled. "I'll just call my manager and he'll get us a car."

Amalia couldn't help but think those exact words had been used many times before her, and she started doubting her decision.

Tom called and put their conversation on speaker. "Hi Jack, can I get a car for the hotel."

"Didn't you just arrive at the club?" Jack said.

"Well you know me," Tom said laughing a bit.

"Are you serious Tom? Look me and the other guys have been discussing you might want to start getting those girls to sign a privacy contract before you do anything. You know as the band is growing in popularity we can't have your ex-girlfriends messing up our reputation okay?"

Tom was not ready for that. He quickly turned off the speaker and whispered "Just get the fucking car damnit."

Tom put his phone in his pocket and an awkward silence filled the room.

"Fuck... Uhm.. you weren't... you.. uhm... I don't know why he said that."

Amalia's head was clear again. "I would like to just get dropped off at my place."

"Yeah, of course! What else did you think I meant?" Tom tried hard to sound genuine but Amalia knew he was struggling.

Amalia burst out laughing at how ashamed Tom was.

"So you are exactly how they say you are." Amalia was glad her brain worked again and that she could see Tom without being intimidated in the slightest. Amalia was happy to get her assumptions confirmed but that comment made Tom angry.

"Stop acting like you know me. You know you're not better yourself princess." He said making a sarcastic smile.

Amalia froze. There it was again. If he knew, why didn't he just tell her already? Her cocky attitude sank straight to the floor. "What?"

Tom checked his phone, "Whatever, the car is here."

Amalia was too stunned to say anything and just grabbed her shirt and followed Tom out of the bathroom. They weren't talking on their way out, but Amalia convinced herself it was the loud music that would make it impossible anyway.

They got to the entrance and walked out to surprisingly a lot of paparazzi. It was a hectic 10-second rush and people were yelling at them. It's like the fans and paparazzi all knew the band was in there and were just waiting for them to get out again. More "I love you Tom"s were shouted but Tom quickly made Amalia get in the car first and then himself. As the door closed it became nice and quiet inside the car.

"To the hotel, I assume," The driver said unbothered.

"No!" Tom said quickly, "We're just driving her home!"

"And where are we taking you to ma'am?"

Amalia thought to herself They're from Germany, they don't know the streets of Denmark, and said "Just get us to Amalienborg and I'll show you where to drop me off."

"Yes ma'am." The driver rolled up the black-tinted window behind him, and Amalia could now only see and hear Tom.

It was awkward, no one knew what to say. They were both scared of saying anything, they both felt interrogated by one another. So the first minute no one said anything, but it felt like 15 minutes.