Call Out My Name|| Tom Kaulitz

under the influnece.

Pearl's POV

Saturday, 11.00 A.M.

The house was finally quiet: Georg, Gustav and their girlfriends had already left, looking hungover as usual, whilst Bill and Jocy were in his room, and Tom was still sleeping on the couch.

I had been awake for about an hour, patiently waiting for him to wake up, but he looked extremely peaceful while he slept with his arms and legs stretched all the way to the edge of the couch, making it impossible for me to sleep comfortably.

Laughing at his mouth completely opened and his snoring, I decided to stand up and make him some breakfast, so that I could let him sleep in for a little longer.

The only thing I knew how to cook were eggs, but I figured it would have been enough for an hungover and probably nauseous Tom.

I took a pan out of the pantry, along with a few eggs and some bread which I cut to make a couple of toasts.
I also took out an orange juice to give to Tom, along with a couple of painkillers for his headache.

It didn't take me long to cook the eggs, therefore I put them on a plate and placed them on top of the toasted bread: two for me and two for Tom.

I took his plate and put it into the microwave so that it would have been hot once he woke up, and after that I took mine and placed it on the counter, while I started eating.

I leaned on the counter, - my elbows on the table and my back slightly bent, with my shoulders facing the back of the couch were Tom was sleeping, - and I started eating my food while looking at the pictures I took the previous night.

I laughed once I saw one of Tom picking up Bill from the floor and spinning him around, as I remembered how his drunk self kept on yelling "fly high, princess", to Bill.

Tom was quite a fun drunk, whereas Bill was the more sentimental one.
I used to be the more slutty drunk when I used to chug bottles of alcohol like they were nothing, and I had to admit that sometimes I did miss that light feeling, that joy and freedom being intoxicated gave you.

However, I could not trade my peace of mind just to get drunk, - and, quite frankly, I did enjoy taking care of the others as well, along with listening to every single bullshit they came up with.

I was still looking at all the pictures, carefully placing them in a folder, when I felt a hand strongly grip my butt, followed by a hard slap.

'Fuck, what a beautiful way to say good morning', Tom whispered behind me, with his hands on my hips, gripping them tightly.

I laughed, not turning around, as I enjoyed provoking him.
To be fair, all I was wearing was a lace thong and the shirt he threw on the ground, therefore I couldn't blame him.

'I see you're finally up', I said, continuing to eat my toast.

He giggled, - with his hands still wandering on my legs, hips, and back, - as he gave me a sweet kiss on the head.

When he bent down to kiss me, I felt him pushing his body against mine, as I also felt his erection pressing right on my thighs.

'Okay, you're definitely up', I laughed, and I finally turned around.

'Oh, come on, I was just getting started', he huffed, while I wrapped my hands around his neck with a smile.

'I made you some breakfast, it's in the microwave', I said, giving him a quick peck on the lips.

'You actually cooked?', he laughed, backing away from me and taking my plate instead.

He took a bite of my toast and hardly swallowed it, making a disgusted face.