My Forced Husband// Tom Kaulitz (sequel 2)

Reunion.

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"Cold?" 

I dart my eyes away from the window to look at Tom who was speaking his first word after half an hour.

I shake my head in denial despite my hands tightly hugging my arms with goosebumps formed on them. I mean, I was still in my work uniform so I was practically shivering.

He doesn't bother asking me anything else, reaching his hand over to turn the heating on even after my denial.

We stayed silent for the rest of the journey but we didn't mind- I didn't at least. I needed to take in as much spare moments of peace and quiet as I possibly could whilst it lasted.

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The sky was still pitch black outside, the familiar stars complimenting the full moon sitting in the same position as always.
It glowed deeply, allowing me to regain the same emotions I had from the moments soon after the death of Bill, Georg, and.. Maya.

The car slows down as we reach a driveway- surprisingly with no gate allocated in the entrance apart from a couple of armoured men wandering around the corners of the building that the car began parking in front of.
"We're here." He announces.
I snap out of my own trance of thoughts, unbuckling my seat belt before getting out of the car- immediately being hit by the cold rushes of breeze that attack my bare skin.

Unlike the previous houses he had, this one was more homely, almost like it belonged to a normal family home of wealthy lawyers.

The outside of the home was painted to look like brown oak, the warm eerie comfort pouring out immediately.

"Come on." Tom's voice catches me. I nod my head before following his figure into the home.
He takes out a bunch of keys from his pocket, fiddling with it for a few seconds before unlocking the strong, wooden door.

My body relaxes as soon as we both step foot inside, closing the door behind to prevent further coldness from following us in. The heated house allowed me to drop my arms by my side again, no longer feeling the ice that was picking and nabbing at my skin.

"Gustav will be here soon."

"Gustav?" I repeat, "You still talk to him?"

"We promised to keep in contact." He says clearing his throat once more, "Besides, he offered to help after I mentioned you." He adds, making a smile creep onto my lips as soon as he said that.

"Well.. I can't wait to see him again.. Especially after all these years." I chuckle, my eyes fluttering as we stare at each other with remembrance and guilt.

My eyes finally break away from his contact, tilting my head to take a peek around the room I was in.
It's kind of scary.
No one would be able to ever imagine that someone living in a house like this would have such traumatic histories behind them.
It's such an uneasy feeling knowing that this could be anyone right now- the amount of people who are currently hiding so much.

"Hey-" Tom's voice snaps me back to attention, "I want to show you something." His eyes don't meet mine, instead being focussed on the carpeted floor as if he was nervous.
He points his hand towards the direction of a door that was at the end of a short corridor near the open living room.
I nod my head, allowing him to lead me there.
I follow at a distance behind his tall figure, pausing as we reach the door.
He quickly glances back at me for a second to make sure I was there, placing his hand on the doorknob whilst hesitating his decision for a moment. He lets out a shaky breath that he was obviously trying to make discreet, turning the knob and pushing the door open gently.

Instantly it felt like there was an alluring spark that pulled me closer towards the room, trapping me in its mesmerising company.
My heart melts but tightens at the same time- seeing three beautiful framed photos placed next to one another; Bill, Georg, Maya.
The candles were freshly lit, the light sparkling the upsetting room.
I stare prolonging at each individual picture, admiring the memorable faces that I haven't seen in a long time- even when I visualise Maya from time to time, her face was not clear to me.