Part 5- Catching Feelings.

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I notice the masked men following behind me and Tom. "You know I wasn't planning on saving you and risking my life today little girl." Tom says yelling over the loud car sounds. "I didn't ask you to save me!" I say. "Well I did so you owe me." He says rolling up his window. I roll my eyes while he speeds down the street. Eventually we lose the masked men after taking a turn down a dark ally. I end up staring at Tom and his beautiful face. He looks over and sees me staring. "Like what you see doll?" He asks smirking and concentrating on the road. "Yeah, I do." I say out of honesty. "Oh shut up." He says. "What you asked me a question so I answered it." I roll my eyes. We pull up to Toms house he puts the car in park and gets out. "This isnt my house Tom bring me home." I demanded him. "You want to get killed? Or kidnapped again?" He asks. I shake my head and cross my arms walking up to the dood. "Thats what I thought." He says following behind. He walks up the stairs and unlocks the door not even letting me go first. "Wow what a gentleman you are huh." I say sarcastically. "Yeah now go shower u smell." He says. "Oh I wonder why Tom. I was just in a dirty smelly place and I just ran through dirt and trees what do you expect." I say stomping past him. He slaps my ass. "Hands off perv." I say rolling my eyes. I look back to see that stupid but hot smirk. "Wipe the smirk off your face." I say. "Oo I like when you're mad it's hot." He says. "You're supposed to be a mean gangster why r u being nice." I ask. "Im not being nice doll. Im just being honest. If you want me to be a dick then fine I will." He says taking a beer out of the fridge and pointing it at me. I scoff and make my way to the bathroom grabbing towels on my way and shutting the door. I run the shower then look at myself in the mirror examining all the cuts and bruises. I touch one wiping off blood. "Tss. Ow." I hiss at the pain. I get my clothes off and jump into the shower gently washing my whole body and hair. When I finish I realize I have no clothes. "Shit! I have no clothes." I wrap in my towel and walk out to Tom. "Yo prick. I have no clothes." I say. "Well what do u want me to do?" He says. "Well I don't know maybe.. Give me clothes." "Uh no." "Please." I say. "Fine top left draw in my room don't touch anything else."  He says bringing his focus back to the tv. "Okay." I say. When I get to his room it's so dark and boring. I find the draw he was talking about. I pick a big t-shirt and put it on also finding some clean boxers to borrow. When I finish changing I notice a picture of Tom and his brother when they were younger. Then I notice a pistole behind the picture. I pick it up and look at it with my mouth open. "Is he going to kill me.." I whisper. "No. Im not gonna kill you. And what did I say? I said don't touch anything. Are you really that dumb?" He says. I scoff and just then the door opens downstairs and Tom quickly grabs the pistole putting it in his pants. "Tom! It's Bill." He relaxes a little. "Who the fuck is Bill?" I whisper. "My brother." He says walking downstairs to greet Bill. I follow behind. "Oh. I've seen you before." He says smiling slightly. I scoff and roll my eyes remembering the race and meeting Bill. "She's still a bitch huh." Bill says asking Tom "hey listen here you mud basket Im not a bitch and I would watch your mouth if I was u." I say pointing my finger at him. He looks me up and down as I look up at him. He slowly walks towards me and I slowly walk back with my arms crossed. He scoffs and bites his bottom lip. A huge noise is heard in the back of the house all of us turn our heads fast and I gasp getting behind Bill and Tom as they pull out their guns walking slowly towards the back. "Stay here." Bill demands to me. I nod. Just then I hear yelling and gun shots...

End of chapter

Oml sorry this was so short I didnt have the energy to write a lot today. Im sorry babes. Next chapter soon sorry for the cliffhanger😉
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𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐒𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬. (Tom & Bill Kaulitz X Y/N)Where stories live. Discover now