𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒓 ✞𝑡𝑜𝑚 𝑘𝑎𝑢𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑧✞

part eleven

"What are you doing here?" Tom interrogated, widening his legs in the doorway to uphold his assertiveness.

Jay let out a frustrated huff, shaking his head slightly as he scanned over Tom and then peered past him in an attempt to see into the room.

"Is she here or not you insufferable fuck?" he demanded, now only inches from Tom's face in an attempt to intimidate him.

The two remained this way for several moments analysing each other confrontationally. Despite the three years since they had last seen each other, Jay looked exactly the same: his hair was styled exactly the same, now darker and damp in the January weather; his clothing and appearance was generally the same with the addition of a college sweater and most importantly, his tone and attitude with Tom would always be the same. He hated his guts.

"How do you know she was with me?" Tom questioned, confused as to why out of all the hotels and all the hotel rooms, the boy was stood outside of his.

Jay raised his eyes to his, now narrowing them as he pulled something from his pocket.

"This" he explained, pulling out his cellphone and presenting an image to him "This told me everything I needed to know"

Confused, Tom scanned over the screen carefully, now seeing that it was in fact an article written by some celebrity gossip site attaching reams of the paparazzi images from the previous night.He scoffed as he read the headlines: mystery girl spotted sneaking into infamous playboy Tom Kaulitz hotel room.

"So you were with her?" Jay demanded, growing impatient as Tom scrolled further.

Rubbing his sleep deprived eyes, he skimmed over the body of text jumping to the next series of images which showcased Robyn, her father, Lorenzo and Luca at the award show captioned- Luca DeRusso spotted getting comfortable with childhood 'friend' hours before she was waltzed away by Tokio Hotel's promiscuous guitarist.

Tom continued reading as he ignored Jay's attempts to intervene. It wasn't until Jay snatched his phone back into his pocket and shoved past him in the doorway that Tom explained.

"She's not here!" he reasoned, watching as Jay stride around the room impatiently, even taking the time to check under the bed, behind the door and in the bathroom. During all of this time, Gustav stood paralysed in shock in the centre of the room, clutching at the towel around his hips and the small bottle of shampoo beneath his arm.

"Then where the fuck did she go?" Jay rose his voice, concluding his search of the room as he stormed back over to Tom in the doorway.

Tom's jaw twitched as he got closer.

"Why do you care? She's nothing to you anymore" he spoke slowly, each syllable harsh.

"She- I-" he paused, taking a breath "I need to talk to her" his tone shifted- now serious.

"About what?" Tom pushed the question, narrowing his eyes suspiciously.

Jay took a few slow breaths, his gaze fixing to the floor and then to Tom and then to Gustav.

"I can't tell you" he spoke bluntly, alternating his gaze between the two in the heavy silence.

"Well we can't help you then" Tom spoke, fidgeting with the keycard in his palm "I think it's best you leave"

"Wait-" Jay broke out, his words desperate.

He took a breath before switching his attention to the hotel notepad and pen, snatching it from the desk and scribbling something down.

"Here's my number. If you find her, will you tell her to give me a call? It's important" he spoke seriously, offering out the folded paper to Tom who watched it suspiciously.

"Why the fuck should I help you?" Tom shrugged cockily, stifling a small chuckle as Jay pushed the paper closer to him.

"Please. For her" he pleaded, pushing the paper into his palm as they exchanged a mutual glance.

And with that, Jay took off, disappearing behind the hotel door without another word.

"That guy should be in a soap opera" Gustav remarked sarcastically, alluding to Jay's dramatics.

~*~

Robyn had been walking around the city for four hours. Damp and cold, her eyes remained fixed to the sidewalk as she sped on, the silk of her dress bunched up in one hand with Tom's hoodie covering her upper body. One hand clutched at her duffel bag while the other pulled the hood lower over her face in an attempt to shield herself from the grotesque cat calls and obscenities various men were shouting at her.

Lost in the vast city, she found herself in one of the poorer areas, noticing how crowds of homeless people or drunken men stumbled at the street corners.

It being around five pm, it was darker now, making her insides shudder at how dangerous the city had become at night without the safety of observing it from above.

Each step she took felt like a regret, the distance between herself, Tom and her father growing rapidly, only making her want to turn around and run back to them.

But yet again, she found herself lost.

"Where you going tonight baby?" a sleazy voice purred across at her, Robyn now instinctively fastening the hoodie tighter around her as she increased her walking pace.

"Hey, I'm talking to you" he called out once more, his tone slightly offended at her blatant ignorance to his attempt on her.

Her heart drummed further into her ribs, the repeating thuds now sounding in her temples like thunder as she attempted to subdue it with rapid breaths. As her chest rose and fell, she closed her eyes tightly, whispering to herself slightly as she prayed that he would leave her alone.

"What you doing out here with your legs all on display?" he purred once more, his footsteps rapidly increasing as they sounded on the pavement.

Now practically stumbling in her heels as she half-ran, she heard as he drew closer, his footsteps almost on top of hers as he approached behind her.

"Hey, I'm talking to you" he repeated, now reaching out a clammy hand to her shoulder and pulling her small frame to face him.

She almost gagged at the sight of him, seeing how filthy and wrinkled his face was as it scanned over her. The smell was putrid; an insufferable mixture of body oder, dirt and whisky on his breath.

"I'm just trying to go home" she spoke, the anger that built inside her now suffocated by her facade of fear. She was unable to move.

"Now, what is it I can do for you in return for a simple favour" he snarled, kicking his lips slightly as he spoke. "You shoot up?"

Robyn shook her head, quivering as his grip fastened around her shoulder. This couldn't be happening.

"How about this?" he offered, reaching into his coat pocket and pulling out a small baggie of pills.

"How's that for you baby?" he flashed a menacing grin, Robyn noticing how almost all of his teeth were missing or in the process of decay.

Her gaze flicked between the man and the bag, her body frozen in place with fear.

Suddenly, she saw the man's expression change; his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he began to shake uncontrollably. A large cracking sound echoed from the streets followed by the man's cries in pain as he fell, all of his weight spasming forward on top of Robyn as they both hit the floor.

Shaking, Robyn hurriedly pushed him off of her, using all of her strength to manoeuvre the large man.

It wasn't until she heard her name that she flicked her attention upward to see who had saved her.

"Robyn?" the familiar voice of Lena called out, her eyes widening as she stared at the girl below her.