Call Out My Name|| Tom Kaulitz

goodnight, blondie.

7.30 A.M.

When we woke up, we weren't in the same position we fell asleep in, - I was laying on my side while Tom was holding me against his chest, with his head on mine.
I turned to look at his angelic face, still sleeping: he was without a doubt the most beautiful man I had ever seen, with his mouth slightly opened and his braids falling on his face.
I gave him a quick kiss on his forehead and I stood up, going towards the bathroom.
It didn't take too long for me to get ready, as I wasn't particularly sleepy, despite the long night we spent.
I finally had my clothes, so I decided to put on some black jeans, and a blue shirt tied around the waist, along with my Jordans.
I decided for once to put some mascara on my eyes, and since I was not hungry enough to have breakfast yet, I stepped outside into the terrace to smoke, promising myself that I would've taken some crackers to work.
Tom was still sleeping, so I was careful not to make any sound, as I didn't want to wake him up.
While I was smoking I kept on smiling to myself, thinking about the night I spent with him.
One of the best nights I'd have ever lived.

Once I finished my cigarette I went back to my room and took my bag with the intent of going downstairs, but I saw Tom turning around in the bed touching it, probably starting to understand that I wasn't next to him anymore.
He slowly opened his eyes, immediately blinded by the sunlight that was coming from the windows, and he sat up confused, still asleep in his head.
I laughed at that adorable scene, and I sat next to him on the edge of the bed.

'Good morning, blondie', he said, with his sleepy and deep voice, giving me a quick peck on the lips.

'Good morning, playboy', I gave him a kiss on the cheek and took one of his braids in my hands, - I absolutely loved his braids.
A bit because they suited him, but mostly because they reminded me of our real first moment together.
Obviously, he had to get them fixed, - especially on the top, - since I wasn't a hair stylist, but I still loved them.

'I'm going to work, Tom, go back to sleep', Tom nodded at my words and gave me a kiss on my head.
He wished me a good morning and went back to sleep.

As soon as I stepped out of the room, I saw Bill in the corridor, already ready to leave.

'Good morning babe', I said to him smiling, while we started to go downstairs.

'Oh for you it surely is', he said laughing, once we were in front of the kitchen.

I felt my cheeks burning, and I knew I was blushing. I immediately understood what Bill was referring to with that sentence, especially since the night before me and Tom were not really carful in not making any noise, - it was more likely that we focused on making all the noises we could.
I absolutely had no doubt that Bill heard us, and that embarrassed me a lot.
Bill giggled even more watching my red face, while he took some biscuits from the pantry.

'Don't worry Pearl, it's not the first time I've heard strange noises coming from Tom's room, it happens more than you think', he said.

Wow.
What a slap in the face at just 7.30 in the morning.
I knew that Tom had certain habits, and I couldn't blame it on him as he was free to do whatever he wanted to, but surely I didn't like to be reminded of that.

'Shit, sorry, that's not what I meant', he quickly redeemed himself, seeing how his words upset me a little.
I smiled at him, trying to reassure him.

'Don't worry Bill, what Tom did is not my business, what matters is that he stopped... I think?'

I looked at Bill confused, because in all honesty I didn't think about Tom and I yet, about what we were.
If we ever were something, if we were dating or if we were just friends, or something more than that.
Frankly, I didn't know if I wanted to even think about it, - I just wanted to live the moments I had with him, without feeling the need to put a label on everything.