My Forced Husband// Tom Kaulitz (sequel 2)

Letter.

{MUSIC MY CUTIES ⬆️🫶😥}

"So-" Gustav breaks the silence since it was only the two of us sitting at the dining table now, "Do you have any more.. questions?"

"Well.." I let out a deep sigh, thinking around for a bit. I didn't want to say the wrong thing in case he had the same reaction as him.

"I'm not Tom, I won't get mad for getting asked questions." He grins, popping a strawberry in his mouth.

"Is there anything I could do in my free time around here?"

Gustav's face drops from his cheerful smile, "No."

"Oh.." I nod, carefully placing my utensils back on the table, "That's fine."

"Y/n," Gustav calls out grabbing my attention again, "You didn't actually take me seriously did you?"

"Sorry, I just thought-"

"Don't be like that Y/n, we're meant to be family now."

"Anyways," he continues, "We- both Tom and I- have decided to bring you along to meetings so you have a better knowledge of everything going on."

"No more going out at night to secretly kill people?"

"Nope." He says, empathising his words.

"-Speaking of, I have a meeting tonight with a sergeant officer which I'd like to take you along too."

"A sergeant?" I raise my eyebrows.

"Mhm," he replies, chewing on his food, "Tonight at 6."

"Does that mean I get to go outside?"

"Unfortunately not," he tuts equally as disappointed as me, "It'll be held in a special room."

"I don't want to sound rude and all but.. what do I do in the meantime?"

"We have unlimited films and shows on the TV?" He shrugs.

A grin forms on my lips.
Staying here didn't sound too bad after all.

-

"Do you want me to go through the remote controls for the fifth time?"

"I'm good now," I say with a smile, "Thanks."

He lightly pats my back, "I have to go and catch up with some work from back home. I'm just in that room opposite from this one if you need me." He says, pointing to the door outside of the living room.

I nod my head, already focussed on flicking through the variety of different channels and movies they offered.

.

My eyes flutter open, the bright screen flashing into my eyes.
I must have fallen asleep..

I stretch my arms out, feeling immense pleasure from the relief of sitting in the same position for approximately many hours. I heave myself up from the comfy sofa, grabbing the remote before switching it off completely.

I turn around to leave the room but instead I experience my soul jumping out of my body as I didn't notice Tom standing by the doorframe, both his hands dug into his jogger pockets whilst leaning himself against the wall.
Who knew how long he was stood there watching me with those piercing, brown orbs.

"Can I talk to you for a minute?" He asks with his raspy voice.

I clear my throat, making sure I didn't sound too squeaky or croaky, "Sure."

He steadily walks towards me, his hooded eyes not leaving my very own.

"I thought I just wanted to apologise from how I acted this morning," he says, sympathy vivid in his voice, "I'm still trying to work on controlling my anger-"