Heartstrings // Tom Kaulitz x (fem) y/n reader

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MAY 30TH
TIME; 10:05AM | LOCATION; LA, CALIFORNIA

★.         Me and Tom have been walking around for a few minutes now. We headed out of the hotel and were now walking down a more private area down the city. Obviously with bodyguards behind us.

            “So. Breaking the awkward silence of this entire thing. How've ya been?” Tom asked, placing his hands in his pockets as he looked at me. I scoffed quietly to myself, was he seriously tryna friend talk me after he said our walk wasn't friendly? Some commitment.

        “Good. You?” I asked back, I glanced at him slightly, watching as his eyes trailed down my body and then back up to my face, ending with a slight smirk and his tongue messing with his lip ring. What a perv? Fucking gross.

        “Outstanding.” Tom replied back, and I raised my eyebrow.

        “What? My ass or how you've been.”

        “Your ass.” He smiled.

        “Fucking pervert.” I mumbled, and he gave me a slight laugh.

        “Obviously how I've been, dumbass. Not everything's gotta revolve around you.”

★.         I swear, we've been interacting for a couple of minutes and I already hate him more than I've hated him before. How could he have so many fangirls??? Sure he's, attractive...and his eyes are so pretty...and his accent is the cherry on top..“Y/n”...BUT HOW COULD PEOPLE LIKE THIS GUY?? He's a jerk, a pervert, “Y/n”, and I mean, he's just. Not it.

              “Y/N!” He yelled at me, and I instantly snapped back to reality, and no longer in my cute little train of thought. I looked over at him, my eyes wide.

        “WHAT!?” I yelled back, and he rolled his eyes.

        “I asked if you wanted to get something to eat. I'm starved.” He responded, crossing his arms across his chest and frowning at me, like I was some slow idiot.

         “Sure. Whatever, I don't fucking care.” I said back, and he walked into a cafe, holding the door for me. I stepped inside and our bodyguards instantly followed, clearing the way so we were safe. Tom ordered a coffee and some chocolate cake, and I ordered just a f/c (favorite coffee, don't like or drink coffee then it can be any drink.)

        We sat down at a table, and I drank my latte quietly. While I drank, I watched him as he looked out the window, staring at all the people walking past. I gotta admit, he's very pretty, very, very pretty. Oh my God Y/n snap the fuck out of it..

          “So, how'd you learn English?” I asked, setting down my latte. He turned his head towards me before turning his eyes, then we made eye contact.

           “Well, my brother said if we wanted to make it big we had to make songs in languages others would understand, the most being English. So..” He spoke back, taking a huge bite of his cake.

         “Oh, that's, pretty cool.” I nodded my head in response. Not really that impressive but at the same time it kinda was. He learned an entirely different language for his career, most wouldn't do that.

        “What about you, what languages do you know?” He asked, smiling at me. And I shrugged.

        “I know c/l (chosen language, if you only know English or just two languages, make up one!!), c/l and c/l” I mumbled back, while looking at the table and he nodded his head, seemingly interested. I lifted my head up from the table and we made eye contact for a few seconds. Before Tom's phone rang.

         He picked it up, excusing himself from the table and walking outside, his bodyguard behind him as he took the phone call. I sighed and placed my elbow on the table, resting my chin on the palm of my hand. Seriously Y/n, you can't do this, not to yourself, not to your band, not to your career. You're meant to hate him, to SWEAR on your life he's your enemy, at least one of them.....but how can he be my enemy when he's just so......

                          perfect?

TBC NEXT TIME ON......

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