a beautiful lie (continued/ original by winternightz)

The Beggining Of An End

Taylor is asleep in our bed, her head resting on my chest which is now rising and falling at a rapid pace.
Surely Kristina isn't that upset that shes coming all the way here? But who knows, its Kristina. Crazy fucking bitch.
"Wake up love" I whisper to Taylor as I stroke her warm face, her long lashes flutter as her eyes peel open adjusting to the beams of sun shining through the curtains.

"Morning beautiful" Her face lights up as she looks up at me.
I smile at her, trying to mask the fear thats coursing through my veins
"Hi, what we doing today?" She asks, her soft voice echoes in my head
"Hm, I don't know. I need to go speak with the boys though"
"Hmph, okay" She rolls over and snuggles into the pillows falling back into a deep sleep, allowing me to go chat to the gang.

"Boys, somethings going on." I slam my palms onto the hard marble counter, startling everyone
"What is it?" Georg asks, confusion in his voice
"Its Kristina" I say
"The hot one?" Gustav perks up
"Shush Gustav, not the time." I snap
"Shes got Romans gang back together. They want Taylor." I say with a stern look spread across my face
"Serious?" Bill stiffens up as he listens closely
"Yeah."
"Whats the plan then?" Georg stands up to lean on the counter beside me
"I have no fucking clue right now. We just need to be prepared to kill."
"Pfft, we all know you are Tom" Gustav laughs, however I don't argue, because its true.
"Don't tell Tay, I don't want to frighten her" I plead
"Alright, we'll figure it out though don't worry man" Georg pats my back and heads back over to the sofa to continue watching his programme.

"Hi everyone!" Taylor stumbles down the stairs as she stretches her arms out and yawns, shes wearing my t-shirt again, it almost goes down to her knees.
"Hey love" I meet her at the bottom of the staircase and kiss her smooth cheek.
"Whatcha talkin about?" She asks, curiosity in her sleepy voice
"Nothing, just plans." I say trying to sound as non suspicious as I can
"Mmmkay." She responds, she doesn't sound convinced.

**Ding Dong**
The doorbell rings. I open the cabinet in the kitchen and take out my pistol. The boys snap their heads round to look at me as I approach the door. My hands shake as I slowly push the door handle down.
"Package for Mr Kaulitz" I snatch the ominous brown box from the delivery mans hands and slam the door in his face.
"Who's it from?" Taylor asks, curiosity in her voice
"I don't know" I set the box on the counter and grab a kitchen knife, as I slice the tape holding the box together my heart pounds in my chest harder then ever. I swallow hard before pulling the box open to reveal a flower and a twig, theres a tag wrapped around the stem. I clear my throat before reading the note

"Dearest Tom, I picked this beautiful flower from a vast field you might recognise, I took this branch from one of the towering trees in that beautiful clearing you found. Any of that ring a bell? Lots of love, your favourite fuck" 

"Wait, the field, the forest, someone was there with us." Taylor connects the dots and furrows her eyebrows as she thinks hard
"But we were the only ones there? It was so quiet." I say in response, trying to calm her rushing thoughts
"But what if we weren't."  I want to agree with her, but the last thing I want to do is make her fear for her life again.
"Taylor, love. Why don't you go upstairs and get dressed?" I ask, trying to prompt her to leave so I can discuss the situation
"But why don't I get to be in the conversation" She moans, I sigh and sit on the sofa with the others, motioning for her to join us.

"I say we get back to what we do best!" Gustav says promptly while clapping his hands together and smirking
"I don't think we have a choice, Gustav" I agree
"Alright I'm down" Bill adds
"So were going to wait here to be attacked?" Taylor perks up
"Were gonna just wait till they finally show up? Then what? We may as well find a different place to stay, let them believe were here, let them turn up, they find out were not there, then we have longer to prepare"  Everyone stares at her as she shares an elaborate plan on how we go about safety
"Shes not wrong, I mean it would be a bit stupid if we just wait here" Georg shrugs as he sides with Taylor
"Alright go pack ur shit then were leaving." I say as I stand up. The boys stay sat
"All of you." My voice echoes as I shout at everyone, they jump out of their seats and hurry up the stairs to follow my orders.

##TAYLORS POV##

Tom clearly isn't telling me something. By the tone of his voice it seems more then just a silly gift from a random. He must know who its from.
I sigh as I grab a duffel bag from a shelf and begin stuffing my clothes inside, God Ill miss this place so much.
I fill my bag and sling it over my shoulder, before I leave I run my fingertips over the cold gold metal which lines the countertops, I take a glance in the tall mirror and flick the lights off, watching as the crystals hanging from the chandelier stop twinkling. I put my bag onto the otter-man and sit on the strewn bed, feeling the soft silk sheets in my hands, touching the fluffy pillows. I lay back and take a deep breath as I absorb the last moment of peace Ill have for a long while, butterflies flood my stomach as I think of what may be coming to destroy all I have built.

I lift myself from the bed for one last time and wander over to the door, I take in how the cold metal sends shivers running up my arm and how it squeaks a bit as I push the handle down. I slam the door for one last time and strop over to the bathroom, I collect my toothbrush and toothpaste, I remember how I looked and felt different each time I looked into the mirror everyday. I flick the bright white lights off, sending the large room into darkness.

I walk down the winding staircase, letting my feet  absorb how the cold marble tingles my heels and how the silver railing feels so smooth as I run my hand down it. I push my shoes onto my feet and meet the boys downstairs as they wait in anticipation for me, they flood out of the beautiful house as I switch the million dollar chandelier off for one last time. The house is empty, and dark. Very dark.
Tom puts his arm over my shoulders as I drop my head in sorrow.

"I will protect you with my fucking life Taylor, I promise." Tom whispers as we walk over the grass on the front lawn.