BELOW HIS BELT || TOM KAULITZ

(★) CHAPTER 20 (★)

KIARA POV || TWO WEEKS LATER

"Hello, this is Kiara with Target speaking, how may I help you." I spun in my chair.

"Hi, I uhm... I ordered a comforter and it's been two weeks and it still hasn't came in." The man speaks oddly, I furrow my brows, looking at Tom.

He makes a face, asking what's wrong.

I put the man on speaker, instead. "Can I just get your order number please?" I asked, kindly.

"7352- fuck.. 9183" He paused before continuing, I heard something that sounded like a football game in the background of the phone call.

"Sir there's not an order number for- Aughh." He cuts me off with a loud groan, I push my chair back away from the phone, what the actual...

Tom covers his mouth with his hand. "Are you still there?" His breath hitches. "Sir, i'm still here... um are you sure that was the right number?" I clear my throat.

"Ah, ooo- yes fuck!" I heard a noise coming from the end of the call, it was a woman. Was he watching porn?

"I'm gonna have to put you on hold, one second." I laugh awkwardly, muting myself. "He called Target to get job done?!" I whisper yelled to Tom.

"Not the first place I would've called for a woman's voice but hey..." Tom shrugs. I brought my walkie talkie up to my mouth.

"Tracy could you come to customer service line three." I spoke, before clipping it back on my pants.

"Was the porn not enough!?" I laugh, grabbing some chips off the desk. "Whats up?" She knocked on the desk, I looked up at her.

"There's a customer masturbating on the phone, I don't know what to do with him." I point to it.

"Are- are you serious?" She stutters. "Wish I was joking man, I've heard things." I sink into my chair.

"I hired two pornstars and now you're scared of a man masturbating?" Tracy giggles, picking the phone up.

I gasped dramatically, looking at Tom.

"Hi yes, i'm Tracy. Kiara got... busy." She says, looking at me, a couple seconds went by before she puts the phone back down. "Block that number."

"Right." I laugh, going to our contact line.

Tom brings his chair in closer. "I miss walmart." He whispers, sighing. "We get paid better here anyways." I curve my lips, dropping my shoulders.

"It was more fun at walmart, we got to do something not pick up phones." Tom trills his lips out of boredom. "Tom you can literally do anything you want, watch a movie on your phone." I slide his phone off the desk handing it to him.

"Do you want to watch our porn with me?" He snickers, opening his phone up. "I'm not getting fired again." I shake my head, disagreeing.

"So boring." Tom rolls his eyes, his phone began to ring. "Hey this is Tom, speaking how may I help you." He picks it up. "Yeah, we have bananas in stock?" He furrows his brows, confused.

"Strawberries too, yes." Tom nods. "Okay... goodbye? Have a nice day." He hung up the phone. "I guess they wanted to make a strawberry banana smoothie." He sighed, beginning to scroll on his phone.

"Play fireboy and watergirl with me." I pulled up the game on my computer.

"That's stupid, no." He glares.

"Well, looks like it's break time anyways." I get up, he stands up as well, running straight to the starbucks.

I followed after him, standing in line. Tapping my foot up and down as I waited for my turn. "Tom and Kiara?!" I heard a voice from behind us.

We both turned around.

"Can I get an autograph!" The lady squeals, taking a notepad and pen out of her purse.

"For what?" I raise my brows. "Oh I just love your work." She chuckles, handing me the pen. "What work?" I scrunch my face up.

"I think she means the porn." Tom whispers, my eyes suddenly widen, did we have fans..?

"How do you know us by chance?" He laughs awkwardly. "Oh the video with Clara of course, you know it's nearing fifteen million views."

"Right..." I nod slowly, autographing her notepad and handing it to Tom. "Here you go." He gives it back, afterwards. "Thank you!" She squeals, looking down.

"Of course..." I lick my lips in, as she walks away.

What the fuck?

A/N- SORRY FOR SHORT CHAP I JS REALLY WANTED TO GET SOMETHING OUT