WORK || TOM KAULITZ

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Ela's pov

Sitting at the table full of strangers. Tom friends are nice and all but I don't understand them. I feel so out of place. Every girl is the stereotypical blond with big eyes and dress that show off her skin. Every boy here is the stereotypical rich guy with the silver or golden watches. I feel like a child at some adult table. Whitch I basically am. Everyone here is older then me and then Tom as well they are at least in their late twenties and I'm seventeen. I'm a fucking teenager.

"So nice to meet you Ela" a blond girl says to me. "I'm Nicole" she adds. "Oh nice to meet you" I say. "God you look so young" she says looking at me. "How old are you?" She asks me. "Seventeen" I say back. She looks at me in shock. "Woah" "that's young" she adds. "Yeah" I say not knowing what else.

The whole time I sat there not talking, just answering some questions that were given to me.

Tom was too busy having fun to notice me. But I don't blame him. He saw his friends after a long time, I'm happy for him.

Tom's pov

I noticed Ela was quiet. I know she is in a new environment and with new people but she could have at least keep a conversation when someone was asking her questions and not just dryly reply. Plus she is usually very talkative I don't get it.

We were now back home. Getting ready for bed. Ela seems almost angry at me.

"What's up with you tonight?" I ask her. She shrugs her shoulders. "Nothing" she says. "Common it's not nothing" "just tell me" I say. "I don't know" she said.

"You were really quiet at the dinner" I say.
"Sorry I felt weird" she says. "How?" I ask.
"Tom can you just leave it" she says. "No just tell me" I say. "Stop trying to fix everything" she says louder then before. "I'm not trying to fix anything I'm just asking you what is wrong" I say adjusting to her voice. "Nothing is wrong" she says back. "Well something clearly is wrong Ela" I say. She doesn't say anything back. "Stop acting like a child" I say loudly.

Ela's pov

"Stop acting like a child" He said.

"Well I'm a fucking child" I yell at him. "So let me be one" I continue. "I was at a table full of thirty year olds at seventeen" "so forgive me that I had nothing to talk to them" I say. "But they are older than me too" he said. "But you come from the same place" "you are all similar" I say. "What?" He asks. "All of you" "these perfect, rich, famous people" I say. "I feel so out of place with them" "they look perfect they have perfect lifes and perfect homes" I say. "I have nothing in common with any of them" I add.

Tom's pov

"You should have told me you felt uncomfortable there" I say. "Yeah like you would notice" she said. "I would" I say back. "You were too busy looking" she say. "Looking?" "What is that supposed to mean?" I say. "At that woman" she says. Hy heart drops. Does she actually think I would do that? "They are my friends Ela" I say. "Yeah I know" "I get it" "she is beautiful" she starts. I can't talk I just listen to everything she has to say. "Really beautiful. Your type right?" "Blonde, big eyes, big boobs" "they have it all" Ela says. "They are perfect" she adds. "You are perfect Ela" I say quietly.

Ela's pov

"You are perfect Ela" he says quietly. He says that a lot to me yet I can't believe him. "Don't say that" I tell him.

Tom's pov

Why is she saying that? "What?" I ask. I feel like I'm about to actually cry for some reason. This is so stupid. "Why are you with me?" She asks. "What are you talking about?" I ask. I'm confused. Why is she saying all this. "I'm nothing like them" she says. "Not blonde, not rich, not older, not beautiful, I don't have big beautiful green eyes" she says. "Don't you miss it?" She asks. "Having different model every night in your room?" She asks.

Ela's pov

This is so dramatic. I forgot what was the original reason of this fight, I feel like I'm just yelling out everything I have ever wanted to ask him.

After I yelled all of that at him he stayed quiet. Staring right at me. I calmed down waiting for him to say something.

"Ela" he said so quietly. "Is that all you think of me?" He said. "That all I think about is having sex with models?" He asked. "I don't know" I say.

Tom's pov

"Ela I love you" I say. "And if you can't take that in then I'm sorry" I say. At this moment all I want to do is to give up, but I know she is just pushing me away and I won't let her.

"I do not miss having different women in my room every night, because now I have one" "I don't care that you are not blonde, I love your brown hair more then fucking anything" "I don't give a fuck about anything that they have because I have you" I say. She stares at me in silence.
"I fucking love you" "accept it" I say turning away from her walking to the living room. "I will sleep on the couch until you calm down" I say. I was the one who needs to calm down. Why can't she fucking see how perfect she is. This breaks my heart.