Pain of Love - Tom Kaulitz

Company

A/N: I love Tom's neck bye. Also first pic of Tom in his dreads era who dis? this pic is just too good not use but his cornrows era is better tho sorry not sorry
anywayy enjoy lads xxxxx

My phone vibrates lowly as I press it to my ear.

Chewing on my bottom lip, I wait for my brother's voice to fill the other line.

"Lily?"

"Hi," I murmur, cursing myself for that is all I can manage to say.

"Are you okay? Where are you, I'll come get you now—"

"No, it's fine. I'm fine Nick, I promise," I tell him urgently, wary to keep my voice to a minimum so Tom won't hear me.

Though, as I sit on the end of his bed, the faint sound of the shower running from his en-suite, I allow myself to relax and take the opportunity to speak to Nick privately while I can.

"Thank god," I hear him exhale through the phone, his voice bringing me comfort and despondency all at the same time. "Can you come home? What does that twat even want with you, anyway?"

"He uh.." The words are in the tip of my tongue, the only thing restraining them being my recollection of how Tom had threatened me earlier. I come to the realisation that it's best to keep my current circumstances to myself.

"Look, I just wanted to call and let you know that I won't be home for a while." Nick is about to protest before I speak up again. "But I don't want you or Ash to worry about me, okay?"

"You're kidding, right?" I hear him scoff, his voice echoing with a mixture of concern and puzzlement. "Tell me you're joking. Do you even hear yourself? He's fucking with your head, Lily. You need to get away from him."

I remain silent, picking anxiously at the mini rhinestones on the back of my phone case.

"Where even are you?" Nick demands.

I dodge his question, internally wincing that I'm lying to my own brother. "Please, I need you to trust me."

"How do you expect me to just except that?"  He retorts, clearly baffled by my behaviour.

My head whips in the direction of the bathroom door when I hear the run of shower come to a stop, my heart racing.

"Nick, I'm sorry, I have to go. I'll call soon, okay?" I speak quickly into the phone as I rise from the bed, my voice just above a whisper. "I love you."

"What? Don't you dare hang up the pho—" I press end call just as the door to the bathroom opens.

Tom enters his room moments later, hazel eyes locking on my startled frame. I swallow, taking in the sight of his gorgeous body and toned muscle, water droplets clinging to his soft skin. He's wearing nothing but a white towel that is wrapped lowly around his hips—the sight making me want to buckle at the knees.

All it would take is one pull.

Wait. What? What on earth am I thinking?

"What are you doing?" He inquires, reaching over to grab a bottle of body lotion from a chest of drawers.

I look down at myself, realising I'm standing flustered in the middle of his room, gripping my phone tightly.

"Nothing," I tell him briskly, more embarrassed with my own thoughts than anything else.

Tom sighs, walking closer to me. "You don't have to lie to me, you know."

I tense when he draws nearer, his body heat practically radiating off him. "I'm not lying." I'm not even aware of what I'm saying, transfixing my attention on a drop of water that falls down his chest and abdomen, travelling beneath the towel.