BELOW HIS BELT || TOM KAULITZ

(★) CHAPTER 8 (★)

TOM POV

I open Kiara's bedroom door with my foot.

I carefully place her on the bed, making sure to not wake her up. "Tom." She whispered, twisting and turning. I walked over to her closet, grabbing PJ'S

I go back to Kiara, unzipping her dress I slide it off her body slowly, I slip the shorts up her legs.

I sit down on the bed, bringing her body up I let her lean against me. I put the shirt gently over her body, it seemed to have been one of my own she had stolen.

Looked better on her anyways.

I let the shirt overtake her before I slipped my hands up her back unclipping her bra for her. I stretched the straps out from her arms, and sliding it from underneath her.

I tucked her in, giving her a forehead kiss before pulling away. Getting ready to go to bed as well.

I tried to walk away but she had her grip tight around the center of my shirt, her fists clenched. I tried to move but she wouldn't budge.

"Ki, let go please." I whispered, she hummed a little not responding. "I have to go to bed too, let go." I tried to pull her hand away gently.

"No." She replied simply, under her breath.

"At least let me go change, i'll be back I promise." I said. "No." She repeated, sighing I got into bed next to her. Kiara snuggled up next to me, wrapping herself around me. I unbuttoned my jeans, kicking them off.

I wasn't gonna be able to get up to take my shirt off but it was fine I guess... at least I got my jeans off.

"Thank you Tom." She breathed on my chest, clinging onto me. "For?" I hugged her back, my hand placed on her neck. "For being you." Kiara gave me a kiss on the cheek. "I'm always gonna be me." I laughed.

"Still, just don't stop being you. Because I love you."

And with that, she drifted back to sleep.

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KIARA POV

I woke up, with Tom in my bed.

"Please tell me I didn't fuck you, I know I wasn't that drunk anyways but still. Please say no." I groaned rubbing my forehead.

"Oh yeah, we did so many different positions pfft." Tom smiled, stroking my hair.

"Are you serious." I pulled away, scrunching up my face. "Oh yeah so seri- nah." He snickered lowly. "Okay, then how'd you get in my bed?" I asked looking around. "You wouldn't let me leave." He shrugged.

"I agree with myself, don't leave." I laid my body on top of his, bear hugging him. "I think you have some serious attachment issues Kiara." Tom hugged back.

"I do, you know this!" I responded.

"Let's make breakfast and have fun till we have to go to work at three." Tom rolled my body off his getting up.   I huffed grabbing his hand pulling him back.

"Ow, ow, ow!" He shook his hand, dancing around. "What happened?" I got up as well looking at his knuckles all bruised with dried blood on them.

"Punched the shit out of Andre." Tom laughed. "But why!" I shouted, smacking the back of his head,

"No reason! Don't worry about it!" He started to walk away I grabbed his rest pulling him inside the bathroom. "Sit." I patted on the counter.

Tom jumped up on the counter, I squatted grabbing the first aid kit from the bottom drawer underneath the sink. "It's gonna hurt." I say grabbing some peroxide.

"It's okay." He placed his hand over the sink, I started to pour the peroxide over his hand, the red watching into a pink. Tom bit his bottom lip, due to the stinging.

I grabbed some gauze, standing in between his legs I patted them dry, then I rubbed his knuckles with some Q-tips, cleaning them out.

I took the gauze that was long, like a scarf. I don't know what it's called.

I wrapped it around his knuckles tying a little knot at the end, before kissing his hands putting them back in his lap, he stretched out his fingers.

"Are you gonna tell me why you got into a fight with one of our close friends?" I placed my hands on his knees, looking up to him.

"He just can't keep his eyes to himself that's all." Tom jumped off the bathroom counter.

"Did he steal one of your ex fucks?" I pouted my lips a little. "No, he was staring at you while you were asleep." Tom said before walking away.

"So what, everybody stares. Don't get into fights over me." I shook my head. "No, he said something though." Tom licked his lips in, clearing his throat.

"What'd he say?" I tilted my head slightly.

"He said you were a whore so, I punched him." He opens the fridge, grabbing four eggs out of the carton. "Aww, you care about me!" I pointed at him, smiling.

"Of course I care." Tom says, with his back turned towards the cabinets, grabbing a bowl to crack the eggs in. "Why can't you always be sweet, sometimes you're just a big bitch." I sit on the stool.

"That's life's biggest question Kiara." He cracked his eggs over the bowl, mixing them with a fork. "I wanted sunny side up." I whined.

"Suck it up and shut up."