Call Out My Name|| Tom Kaulitz

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Pearl's POV

Saturday, 11.00 A.M.

My eyes opened, all of a sudden.
The bright light coming from the windows made them glossy, as my head started to hurt, making it hard for me to fully adapt to the daylight.

Events of the previous night came flashing back in my mind, even if my thoughts were confused.
I remembered going to that party with Christian, I remembered him giving me ecstasy and talking to Tom.
What I did not remember was how I got back to my dorm.

My question, however, was quickly answered by two mighty arms holding my waist, dragging me against a body, and a head resting peacefully on my shoulder.
I turned around, hoping to see Chris, but I already knew who I was going to see.
Tom was laying next to me, with his mouth opened and his eyes fully closed, sleeping peacefully.

Suddenly, I remembered the conversation I had with him, and him fighting against Christian to take me home.
I also remembered how I begged him to stay with me the whole night.

'Stupid', I whispered to myself as I shook my head, deeply regretting asking him to hold me, but regretting even more going to that party with Chris in the first place.

I slowly lifted Tom's arm and moved further away from him, as silently as I could in order not to wake him.
Once I freed myself from his embrace, I made my way up to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror.

I felt disgusting: smudged makeup, my hair all messed up in front of my face.
I brushed my teeth and washed my face, before walking back into the room and going towards the closet.

I remembered leaving a few clothes in there, so I took a pair of pyjamas shorts and pink tank top.
I wanted to get out of there, I needed to leave, but something held me back, - at least for a while.

I turned back to the bed and saw how Tom replaced my body with a pillow, hugging it tightly.
His body was half covered, with only his naked chest poking out of the covers.
I took a second to admire him, - his braids, his hands gripping on the pillow, his back muscles defined by the sunlight.

I felt something move in my stomach, and at first I just thought it was Tom who made me weak, but I soon realised it wasn't because of him.
I quickly ran to bathroom and bent down in front of the toilet, throwing up everything I had consumed the previous night.
I felt the insides of my stomach turn every time I had to throw up, almost to the point where I lost my breath and felt like I was about to pass out.

'Pearl?', I heard Tom murmur from the bedroom.

'In here', I whispered, resting my head on my knees.

Tom quickly jumped out of the bed and ran over to me, kneeling down beside to rub his hand on my back.

'Hey', he said, as he held my hair when I vomited once again.
'Do you need a glass of water?', he asked.

'No', I said, feeling ever more nauseous at the idea of drinking or eating anything else.

'Pearl', he said once again, sighing, 'you shouldn't have drank so much last night, let alone that pill that motherfucker gave you.'

I rolled my eyes and used all the strength I had left to stand up, teetering.
I gripped the sink with my hands and bent my head down, taking deep breaths and hoping that everything was going to stop quickly.

'I don't need your lecture right now', I said.

Tom stood up as well, placing himself right behind me and watching me through the reflection of the mirror I had in front of me.
I looked up, meeting his gaze, - both worried and furious at the same time.