My Forced Husband// Tom Kaulitz (sequel 2)

Sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare?

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I weaken my tight grip I had around his arm, my tense body relaxing quickly.
He notices this too, letting go of his grip that was around me.
I turn around to face him completely, dragging his black cloth that was wrapped around his lower face that was concealing his identity.

I open my mouth to speak- to say something, to sound something.. but nothing came out.
The man who allowed me to have a fresh start, the same man who kept interrupting my sweet dreams- was now here in front of me once again.
Just like how I remembered from before, his deep chocolate brown eyes melted into my soul, his sharp jaw clenched with caution or worry and his lip piercing still decorated on his lips.
"Tom..-?" I whisper with uncertainty, needed a word of confirmation from his husky, distinguishing voice.

"Y-"

"IS SOMEONE ASKING FOR HELP?!" An echoing boom fills the corridor. Tom looks at me, lifting his gloved finger to signal for me to stay quiet.
I didn't spark a single ounce of sound out of my mouth- it wasn't like I was breathing anyways, I was holding my breath from the beginning of when I saw Tom's face again.

"Come on guys, the sounds were coming from this way." The same deep voice comments.

Tom's eyes widen, instantly taking my hand before dragging me behind him as he rushes to the nearest bathroom- the girls bathroom.
He pushes the door open with one hand, shoving me inside before closing the door behind him. His head examines around, cautiously preserving the environment before stopping at the multiple cubicles lined up next to one another.
"Come on," he mutters, tugging at my arm and slamming the cubicle door open, taking me inside and locking the door.
"Perfect." He says with a sly grin playing on his face.

I follow to where he was peering at just to notice a small window above the toilet, just about enough space for us to get out in time- hopefully.
"I'll go first then I'll catch you when you get out after me." He plans with reassurance, stepping on the toilet lid and smoothly getting out as if he's done this so many times, which he probably has.
However me on the other hand, I had no experience so climbing up a window and jumping out seemed like a big deal at this time.
I climb on top of the toilet lid, peaking my head out of the window, "Tom, I don't think I can do this-"

A voice booms the bathroom, the vibrating sounds of each cubicle door slamming open coming closer to my location.

"C'MON Y/N!" He desperately encourages, holding his arms out even further.

It was now or never.

My heart beats rapidly and I clutch onto the frame of the window before heaving my whole body out, pushing myself like I was a newborn baby being birthed.

I yelp on instinct, my eyelids clutched shut whilst I waited for some sort of pain to hit. The window wasn't that far up, but it would still be enough to strain your ankle or something.

"I got you." Tom grunts from the sudden weight dropping onto his arms.
I open my eyes, our chests heaving rapidly in synchronisation. We didn't move for a moment even though he was still holding me in a safe bridal style. The only thing that disrupted this moment was the continuous sounds of echos of the same voice that we were running away from.
"Come with me quick." Tom commands after settling me down, desperation vivid in his voice. He grabs my hand before rushing towards fields of trees at a nearby forest, presumably where he probably parked his car.

Almost instantly sounds of radios and chattering were heard out of nowhere along with the sounds of shoes rushing along the muddy ground, stepping on each log and twig.