𝑺𝑪𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑴 - tokio hotel

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞

the last few weeks were the hardest, i think. the affair had been made public, so the paparazzis kept hounding us.

especially as the case also involved the famous tokio hotel group. the paparazzis were so thirsty for new gossip that they took the opportunity to ruin the lives of people whose lives were already ruined.

i continued to investigate on my own, trying to coordinate everyone's time on ghostface deadlines. it could be anyone, even groups of people.

what would really break me was if it was Zoe or Tom. they were the only people i really confided in and had a bond with.

it must have been 4 a.m. and i couldn't sleep. i decided to go downstairs for some tea and saw Tom, shirtless, smoking a cigarette outside.

when he saw me, he was startled but finally smiled.

"hey," he said, removing his cigarette from his mouth.

i didn't reply and took his cigarette to my mouth. yes, i know i don't smoke, but i needed it so badly. i inhaled the smoke and puffed gently, watching the horizon.

"i thought you didn't smoke," he said with a chuckle.

"i needed it," i said, handing him back his cigarette, which he brought straight to his lips.

i felt his gaze on me, which made me blush slightly. i was really attracted to Tom, and seeing him shirtless at 4 a.m., smoking, i'll say it, really turned me on.

i slowly moved closer to him until i was only a few centimeters away.

"what are you doing?" he asked, taking his cigarette out of his mouth, trying to control his breathing.

i moved even closer until our lips were practically touching. "i don't know," i murmured.

at my words, Tom dropped his cigarette to the ground and took me by the waist to kiss me. our bodies pressed together as one, and i have to tell you, it felt good to let go a little.

his hands roamed my back, caressing it gently, as i did the same. it felt so good to finally be with the person for whom i'd developed feelings.

i finally stepped aside to look Tom in the eye. he had a mischievous grin running across his face.

"are we making a mistake?" i asked, slightly stunned by what had just happened.

"it's the best mistake I've ever tasted," he said, pressing his lips back against mine.

his hands went right down to my bottom, which made me blush all the more. fortunately for me, he didn't seem to notice because he was too busy kissing me.

i finally realized that Zoe had been right all along. we had to find distractions from the atrocities we'd been through. i'd been angry with her at first, seeing how she seemed to move on so quickly with Georg, but now i understood her.

we finally let go and looked into each other's eyes for a moment. he ran his fingers over my lips and i shuddered at the contact of his thumb with my lower lip.

i rested my head against his chest because his shoulder was too high for me and he took me in his arms, kissing my head. "never let me go," i whispered.

i knew it couldn't be him. it was just impossible that this man was the one who'd been putting me through hell for so long.

when we'd finished cuddling, we went back to the house and found Gustav, eyes closed, sharpening knives.

i gave Tom a confused look, as he motioned me to be quiet, before running off with me to my bedroom.

"what the hell was that?" i asked, out of breath, as he closed the door to my room.

he sighed as he lay down on my bed, "Gustav's a sleepwalker, i didn't want to wake him up." he said, shrugging his shoulders.

i rolled my eyes and he laughed a little. he finally beckoned me to lie down beside him and i did so, resting my head against his chest.

i felt so good and so tired that i fell asleep in his arms, knowing i was safe in his touch.

~ time skip ~

i woke up in Tom's arms. he was still asleep and particularly handsome. his arms always wrapped around me as if he wanted to protect me, which was quite cute.

i placed a kiss on his nose before freeing myself from his arms and heading for the bathroom, where i gave myself a makeover.

when i'd finished, Tom was sitting on the bed, waiting for me to come out. when he saw me, a big smile crossed his face and he stood up to kiss me tenderly.

"hello, gorgeous," he said, stroking my cheek.

i laughed and placed a quick peck on his lips.

did that make us a couple? Honestly, i don't know, but deep down i hoped so.

he then left the room to take a shower, and i lay down on my bed and picked up my phone to check my social networks when i saw a new message from an unknown number.

for fuck sakes.

"i hope your relationship lasts longer than your best friend's life."

this message was like a stab in the heart for me. the only person who knew about it was Tom and there was no way it could have been him.

i didn't realize it, but i had flashbacks of Sarah and my eyes began to water.

why me? why was it me who had to raise hell and not Zoe or anyone else in the whole fucking world?

i hadn't done anything to deserve this and I knew it. whoever was doing this was the worst kind of mentally ill, craving fear.

for the first time in a while, i was a little happy again, and this patient wanted to take me through the events of the last few months again.

well, he was really getting on my nerves. he wanted to play? let's play, asshole.

i picked up my phone again and went to send a message to the psychopath.

"suck my dick asshole."