2. Love & Death - Tom Kaulitz

white lies

I walked back to my hotel room with Bill and Steph, all of us completely drowned in silence, the only sound in the hallway being the echo of our footsteps. Once I reached me and Bill's room, I stop in front of it and before opening the door, turn around and hug my brother, for the first time in years. "Thank you Steph. You were right, he never changed." I murmured, my voice muffled by his shirt. I sniffle once more and leave his embrace. Bill side-hugs my brother before following me into the room.

I drop my purse on my bed and fall flat on it. Bill, instead of going to lay on his bed, sits in the corner of mine and rubs my arm. I smile at his kind gesture and stand straight, hugging his skinny frame tightly. "I'm sorry Stell, I was the one who told you to let him in your life again." He apologized quietly, rubbing my back, just like Tom did. I pull away "Don't be silly, Bill. I made that decision by myself." I said truthfully, nodding my head. "I should've known." I added, feeling tears swell up in my eyes.

"He's fucked up. You're the most perfect daughter he could've ever asked for." The blond haired whispered in my hair, tapping my back. "I really appreciate you Bill, but I just wish Tom was here. I miss him so much." I said through sobs, the added thought of being away from Tom adding yet another reason to cry. "God, I miss him so much!" I cried out against Bill's chest, sniffling loudly, not to drool on him.

"Do you want me to call him? Tell him to come as quickly as possible?" Bill suggests and I nod immediately, needing my boyfriend by my side as soon as possible. I pull away from Bill's embrace and watch as he calls his brother.

"You're lucky we're in Cologne, he'll be here in less than an hour." He said cheerfully, hanging up the phone. I look at Bill sadly and nod "Thank you Billy." I whisper, before falling face flat on the mattress and closing my eyes.

Slowly, I felt a hand rub my back. "In 5 mins, Bill.." I murmur, shoving my face further into the pillow. "I'm not Bill..." the voice says, and, opening my eyes, I frown at who that could be, but quickly realize that the person speaking to me was the person I wanted to see most in the world. In a swift movement, I turn on my back and gasp, eyeing my boyfriend. With one last deep breath, I launch myself on him, making him fall on the bed completely. "Tom." I whispered longingly, having missed his scent and warmth. "Hey, baby, what happened?" He whispered in my ear. His voice was so comforting and familiar that I had completely forgotten my sadness.

"Thank you for coming Tom, I missed you so much." I told him softly, grilling him even harder. Running my hand up his head in search of his beloved dreads, I realize that they were no longer there— instead, my hand grabbed a handful of hair— of black hair. "Your dreads—" I start, looking at my boyfriend and realizing that he looked even better than he did before, if that was even possible. "You changed your hair? I asked, scrunching my cheeks and feeling the once wet skin that had dried up into flakes.

He chuckled, wrapping his hands around my waist like always. "Yeah. Do you like it?" He asks, tucking a piece of black hair behind his ear. I raised my eyebrows at him. "If I like it? I'm literally falling in love with you all over again!" I exclaimed, smiling brightly. He smiled, squeezing my middle excitedly. Taking a deep and relieved breath, I snuggle against his chest and breathe in his comforting scent.

As started rubbing my back, I lift my head from his chest and rest my chin against it. "I'm sorry I got mad at you, I get that you were upset about me not calling you. But, you have to understand that I've been drowned in work from the tour, Tom." I explained, looking into his syrupy eyes. He stays silent, his hand had even stopped rubbing my back.

"I was just— scared that you had cheated on me and didn't want to call me." He confessed, avoiding my gaze. At that phrase I chuckled, I had to pull away from his hug to actually look at him in the eye. "Oh my god, Tom. You're a crazy son of a bitch! We're getting married, and I would never cheat on you! Even if we weren't to get married!" I exclaimed, a smile plastered on my face.

"You- you didn't?" He asked, his eyebrows furrowed, his eyes filled with fear. I shake my head, confused by his reaction. "why? Did you?" I joked, slapping his shoulder and plopping back down on his chest. "No— I just— got scared. thank god." He whispered, stuffing his face in my hair and smelling it, squeezing me tightly in his strong arms. "Never." I said softly, wrapping my own arms around him and hugging him with all my strength.

"Alright, let's go take a walk," I said, getting off of his chest and walking to the mirror to fix my hair and re-do my makeup. Through the mirror, I could see Tom staring at me. Turning around, I meet his persistent gaze. "What?" I worded sheepishly, smiling at his cute face. He doesn't move, and his eyes don't either. "You're so beautiful." He echoed, his beautiful eyes looking into mine. "I haven't kissed you since I came, have I?" He wondered, standing up from the bed and slowly stepping towards me, the closer he got the higher I had to look to keep eye contact. Once he had reached my level, he leaned down, grabbing my chin between his index finger and thumb and positioned his lips on mine.

Slowly but surely, he moved his lips on mine. Needing to be closer, I cupped his face and pulled him lower. Following my movements, he kneeled down on his knees and grabbed my hips, pulling my legs apart and sneaking inbetween them. At that moment, he snaked his arms around me and pulled me as close to him as I could possibly be. His arms were so tight around me that he was able to grab my hair on my back, tangling his hand in it. 

The kiss wasn't lustfull or needy-- it was longing and we both felt the yearning in the kiss; the way we gripped at each other, the sounds that escaped our mouths, the breaths that we shared and the saliva that we exchanged-- it all felt natural. 

"I missed you. Missed your lips, your body, your presence, your voice, you." He said softly against my lips, making me beam in pride. "I got you on your knees for me." I joked, pointing my finger on my chest and flipping my hair to the other side of my face. "Not the first time." He whispered seductively, leaning in and leaving a sloppy kiss on my bruised lips. "Indeed.." I murmured agaisnt his lips, missing the feeling of them already. "I love you." He whispered, his eyes still closed. 

"I love you too. So sehr." I whispered back, grabbing his hair and turning it into a make-shift ponytail. "Wait...oh em gee, let me try a man bun on you, it'll look so good baby." I say excitedly, turning to my vanity and grabbing one of my hairties. Turning back to him, he wraps his arms around me and looks at me with his lovey-dovey eyes. Leaving a strand down on the side of his face, I grab the rest of the black hair and wrap it in the hairtie to create a bun. Twisting it tightly, I reach my hand to the left and grab the hair spray. Holding Tom's nose and him holding mine, I spray the hair product and squint my eyes, Tom closing his as I covered his whole head. Putting the product down, I cough out the toxic product and fan the air, trying to get it away from our noses. Looking at Tom, I admire his now more visible face. 

"That looks so fucking good Tom. All of your old groupies are gonna come back. But guess what, you're all mine now!" I joked, smilling like a fool and kissing his button nose. "I am." He says, admiring himself in the mirror behind me. "Alright handsome man who's my fiancé, let's go for a walk." I echoed, grabbing his hand and interwining our fingers before standing up and pulling him up with me. "Let's go baby," He motivates, slapping my butt.  

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