Your melody 🎵 / TOM KAULITZ x femreader

The painting

I woke up in a bed that didn't seem like mine, feeling a warm presence stuck to my body, holding me tight, it was Tom. He had his head on my shoulder, his nose buried in my neck. I couldn't help but feel...loved. I'd never felt this loved before, even if we'd only met the day before, I got attached to him quickly.

I slowly slipped out of the bed, laying his head gently on his pillow as he groaned back to sleep. I rapped my arms around my waist, it was chilly in the apartment. I grabbed a cigarette and a lighter from my bag and went on the balcony. I lit my cigarette, inhaling and exhaling the grey smoke that blew away in the wind.

''Do you have one I could borrow?'' Someone asked from behind me, I recognized that voice, that faint German accent, it was Bill.

I handed him a cigarette, mesmerized by his presence as he was my idol. It was surreal talking to people I'd admired for such a long time, they helped me go through hard stages of my life.
He grabbed my lighter and walked over next to me, leaning on the balcony, looking in the distance. His makeup was a bit messy and his hair was straight and all over his shoulders.

''I wasn't expecting to see you here, especially this quick. Tom didn't wait around.'' We both chuckled, the cold morning wind swaying his hair.

''I heard you selected me, to be an additional guitarist.'' I said looking at him.

''Tom told you, didn't he?'' Bill chuckled and looked in the distance again, inhaling the smoke from his cigarette. He handed me a paper with my name, saying I was selected and plenty of things to sign and complete blank spaces on. I layer my eyes on it, all I had to do what sign, and I would be part of Tokiohotel.

''Why did you pick me?'' I asked nervously, curious for an answer.

'' We were all pretty impressed, but Tom convinced us. He felt this energy from you, he said it would be a mistake to pick someone else instead of you. And with our « twin telepathy » we came to an agreement with Gustav and Georg.'' He joked.
I smiled at him, I guess Tom really did like me.

''I don't about you but I'm starving for some fruit salad'' He said, rubbing his tummy jokingly.

''I couldn't agree more'' I laughed.

We both headed to the kitchen, threw our cigarettes away and picked out the fruits.
Grapes, pears, bananas, cherries and watermelon.
Bill cut up the fruit and I mixed them in the bowl, Tom came out of the room, rubbing his eyes and yawning.
His dreads were down and he had put a shirt and joggings on. He sat in a chair, stretching.

''Good morning.'' He said, yawning once more.

''Good morning.'' Me and Bill answered.
We served him a bowl of fruit salad and sat next to him with ours.
As soon as he took a bite, his eyes lid up, he began eating faster and putting some more in his plate.

''This is delicious!'' He said, plenty of food in his mouth, chewing.
Me and Bill laughed, eating our food slowly.

After finishing our breakfast, we headed down to Tom's car, he drove me back to my house, before he could get there I put my hand gently on his arm, forcing him to stop the car.

''Don't go all the way up to my house, my brother will kill me if he sees me with a guy, especially you.'' I said looking him dead in the eye.

''What do you mean especially me?'' He answered, almost offended. He stopped the car and leaned closer to me.

''He's seen your interviews, all the stuff you say and do with girls.'' I said, a bit embarrassed.